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    Translator:  Ashish

    Translation Checker: Silvain

     

    As the phantom of the King of Gods loomed, Yu Zi Yu merely clicked his tongue, a faint, knowing smile playing across his features.

     

    The reason was simple: the moment a crack had appeared in Heaven’s Door, the fundamental laws of his being began to rewrite themselves.

     

    To breach that gate was to shatter the ultimate shackles of life. As Heaven’s Door opened, even if it was just a narrow slit, it meant that the invisible chains that had bound Yu Zi Yu’s life had begun to fracture and fall away.

     

    So, came the surge, and his Spiritual Energy, and everything else began to rise at a terrifying speed.

     

    It wasn’t a gradual increase; it was a violent, unimaginable explosion of power. His increasingly terrifying aura started to bleed into the surroundings, causing even the stars to tremble.

     

    In this realm, the ancient adage was no longer hyperbole: a single strand of his aura possessed the weight to collapse a star.

     

    With that, Yu Zi Yu began to advance toward that indescribable realm.

     

    As a matter of fact, Heaven’s Door was a shackle, a shackle to one’s potential.

     

    So, the more monstrous the talent, the more devastating the power released upon its opening.

     

    For a man like Yu Zi Yu, a being who had already transcended the very definition of a ‘Chosen One of the Era’, the opening of the gate meant a metamorphosis that bankrupted the imagination.

     

    Within the span of a few heartbeats, his aura tore through the boundaries of common cultivation, skyrocketing until it stabilized at the level of a Level-2 Hegemon.

     

    The implications were staggering. Ordinary Hegemons who successfully manage to open the gate typically found themselves at the threshold of Level-2. Only the most gifted, through years of painstaking refinement, could hope to touch Level-2.

     

    Yet Yu Zi Yu had not even finished opening the door, and already he stood as a Level-2 Hegemon. It was a feat without precedent, a terrifying anomaly that placed him shoulder-to-shoulder with the primordial figures of myth.

     

    …

     

    Meanwhile, in the cold reaches of the distant void, several silhouettes watched the display in stunned silence.

     

    “This Demon Emperor… he is inconceivable,” one whispered, his voice trembling. “Not only did he survive an Eternal Strike, but also achieve such a surge before the gate is even fully open…”

     

    “He is the Chosen One of this Era, one who has achieved Seventh Order in Physical Evolution,” an Elder of the Heavenly Oracle Clan replied, though his tone was thick with a reverence he couldn’t hide. “Such a performance is to be expected.”

     

    However, even the Elder’s praise fell short. He did not realize that Yu Zi Yu hadn’t just met the standard of a prodigy, he had shattered it; none were as terrifying as Yu Zi Yu.

     

    And this was just the beginning, and he had already become a Level-2 Hegemon, a stark naked proof of Yu Zi Yu’s unprecedentedly terrifying talent. Every drop of effort and accumulation of the past was finally erupting.

     

    *Booooom…Booooom…Booooom…* His aura surged higher and higher. Great plumes of golden flame enveloped Yu Zi Yu, surging upward like pillars holding up the firmament.

     

    In that moment, he appeared truly sacred, to the point that none could dare to look at him directly.

     

    He was no longer Mortal. He was not a God, nor was he a Demon. He had become something far more primal, an existence that sat outside the hierarchy of the three realms.

     

    It was then that the silence of the void was torn asunder.

     

    “Cut…” A roar like the cracking of the world echoed through the stars.

     

    In a flash, from the depths of Heaven’s Door, a streak of light, a Heaven-splitting edge of a gigantic arc came crashing down, intending to cleave Yu Zi Yu in two.

     

    This was the legendary Creation Divine Artifact, Axe of Nature, a weapon said to rival the Bell of Chaos. Even as a mere echo, its edge was unrivaled. As the arc approached, the mere pressure of its aura sent ripples through space. Yu Zi Yu could even feel sharp prickling sensations across his body.

     

    [What a terrifying aura…] Yu Zi Yu mused.

     

    However, even in the face of this terrifying strike, he didn’t retreat. In fact, he took a step forward into the path of the strike.

     

    The power boiling within him had stripped away the very concept of fear. He felt as though a final, invisible shackle had snapped, allowing a primal, more dreadful force to flood his meridians.

     

    Driven by a sudden, instinctive resonance with the cosmos, Yu Zi Yu’s hands moved. “Willow Deity Art…”

     

    His fingers wove through a series of hand seals. These seals were incredibly complex, yet they were in perfect harmony with the fundamental Principles of Heaven and Earth. Even Yu Zi Yu was  momentarily awestruck by their elegance.

     

    *Booooom… Booooom…* Terrifying rumbles echoed around him as chain after chain erupted into existence from thin air all around him.

     

    Gleaming with golden luster, these divine chains raced toward the incoming arc light like a thousand golden serpents.

     

    *Booooom…* A deafening clap shattered the silence of the stars.

     

    To the horror of the distant onlookers, the Heaven-splitting arc did not stop. It carved through the golden chains with contemptuous ease, snapping them like brittle glass as it continued its charge straight toward Yu Zi Yu.

     

    “It can’t be stopped?” a voice cried out from the distance, as the experts of the various Races turned ashen.

     

    If even the mighty Demon Emperor couldn’t block that axe, who in the universe could!?

     

    But their despair was premature.

     

    The severed end of the golden chains instantly recoiled, multiplying into even more chains, feeding on the energy of Heaven and Earth, weaving an expansive network across space.

     

    They wrapped around the gleaming arc.

     

    The Willow Deity Art. Originally, an ordinary technique comprehended by Yu Zi Yu in the early days. But, after undergoing mysterious enlightenment, it had transformed into an extraordinary Divine Ability that was truly endless, unceasing and inexhaustible.

     

    It had really become a terrifying piece of art.

     

    Even Yu Zi Yu hadn’t expected the Willow Deity Art to undergo such a transformation.

     

    The cosmos was soon dyed in a brilliant, blinding gold. From a distance, it appeared as if a colossal spiderweb of divinity had been cast across several star systems.

     

    At the dead center of this golden web stood Yu Zi Yu. With a single thought, the chains moved.

     

    Before he knew it, these chains had become extensions of his very Will.

     

    “Go,” he whispered.

     

    At his command, the innumerable streaks of light surged toward the projection of the Progenitor of Gods.

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    *Clatter… clatter…* Chains stretched across the starry expanse without end.

     

    “Cut! Cut! Cut!” the Progenitor of Gods roared, again and again, swinging the massive axe repeatedly.

     

    Each blow obliterated countless chains in the arcs’ path.

     

    However, for every chain he shattered, two more burst forth from the broken ends, fueled by the surging Spiritual Energy of the void, charging straight at the Progenitor of Gods.

     

    It was a battle of attrition between absolute destruction and infinite regeneration.

     

    Such was the Willow Deity Art, truly endless and inexhaustible.

     

    However, just then…

     

    “Heaven-Splitting Axe!” The Progenitor of Gods’s roar reached a crescendo. An arc of light, dozens of times more terrifying than the first, erupted from the axe.

     

    *Boooooom…* The shockwave was deafening.

     

    This time, the golden web didn’t just tear, it shattered completely, pulverized by the raw weight of the Creation Divine Artifact’s power.

     

    Even the Willow Deity Art, for all its endlessness, fell short against the sheer, focused power of the Progenitor of Gods.

     

    And yet, Yu Zi Yu did not look defeated. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

     

    As the phantom of the King of Gods loomed, Yu Zi Yu merely clicked his tongue, a faint, knowing smile playing across his features.

     

    The reason was simple: the moment a crack had appeared in Heaven’s Door, the fundamental laws of his being began to rewrite themselves.

     

    To breach that gate was to shatter the ultimate shackles of life. As Heaven’s Door opened, even if it was just a narrow slit, it meant that the invisible chains that had bound Yu Zi Yu’s life had begun to fracture and fall away.

     

    So, came the surge, and his Spiritual Energy, and everything else began to rise at a terrifying speed.

     

    It wasn’t a gradual increase; it was a violent, unimaginable explosion of power. His increasingly terrifying aura started to bleed into the surroundings, causing even the stars to tremble.

     

    In this realm, the ancient adage was no longer hyperbole: a single strand of his aura possessed the weight to collapse a star.

     

    With that, Yu Zi Yu began to advance toward that indescribable realm.

     

    As a matter of fact, Heaven’s Door was a shackle, a shackle to one’s potential.

     

    So, the more monstrous the talent, the more devastating the power released upon its opening.

     

    For a man like Yu Zi Yu, a being who had already transcended the very definition of a ‘Chosen One of the Era’, the opening of the gate meant a metamorphosis that bankrupted the imagination.

     

    Within the span of a few heartbeats, his aura tore through the boundaries of common cultivation, skyrocketing until it stabilized at the level of a Level-2 Hegemon.

     

    The implications were staggering. Ordinary Hegemons who successfully manage to open the gate typically found themselves at the threshold of Level-2. Only the most gifted, through years of painstaking refinement, could hope to touch Level-2.

     

    Yet Yu Zi Yu had not even finished opening the door, and already he stood as a Level-2 Hegemon. It was a feat without precedent, a terrifying anomaly that placed him shoulder-to-shoulder with the primordial figures of myth.

     

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