Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World

Ezequiel showed nothing as he felt the pressure from those thirty Void Creator geniuses. None of them dared to attack or use their soul force directly, so what they employed was a form of willpower attack. However, how could a group of Rank 7 life forms that had no absolute mastery of their will affect a Godking?

Silver flames emerged in the Supreme Neo-Demon's eyes, generating a similar pressure, but this one was stronger and capable of genuinely affecting the external world.

Ezequiel's willpower affected eighty percent of the Void Creator geniuses, forcing them to look away. Staring into those silver flame eyes made them feel they were suffocating.

While the Supreme Neo-Demon handled the bulk of the Void Creator geniuses, there were still some among them able to keep looking directly into his eyes. Those were the rising stars of their races, life forms with the potential to reach Rank 9.

The Sacred Trial emphasized individual might, but parts of it focused on leadership skills, so antagonizing those geniuses would not be wise for the Supreme Neo-Demon. He could take a soft approach and attempt to form a relationship with them, but that had never been his style.

Ezequiel took a deep breath, and without saying a word, he made his aura explode to the point that the sky started to tremble. An ocean of Primordial Entropy Lightning flooded the firmament, and before the Void Creator geniuses could come out of their shock, he drew golden waves of World Strength.

Every Void Creator genius could not help but adopt a solemn expression as they felt Ezequiel's aura that managed to enter Rank 8.

While they have learned that measuring a Neo-Demon's cultivation was hard, they were aware that Ezequiel entered Rank 7 less than a century ago, meaning he could not have reached the Seed Stage level.

Some of them could also push their battle power into the Initial Beyond Falsehood Stage, but only because they were close or already at Peak Rank 7.

That was enough to surprise them, but what happened next left them in a state of complete awe.

Ezequiel's bloodline force exploded, and a silver star arose above his forehead. Immediately, his aura jumped past the Middle Beyond Falsehood Stage and reached the Late level!

With that display of power, the Supreme Neo-Demon made things clear for all. He did not need their help. They needed him.

Hyperion, Bahamut, and Nut could not help but narrow their eyes as they felt that bloodline power.

"The Primordial Bloodline is undoubtedly a miracle," Hyperion murmured those words, to which Bahamut and Nut nodded. Each Primarch had a powerful intent in their eyes and was ready to give their all to make one of their kind closer to Ezequiel.

Other than forming a solid connection with the Neo-Demon Race, they also had a secondary goal. If one of their female champions were to earn Ezequiel's heart and sire his son, while that baby would be a Neo-Demon, the pregnancy would improve the mother's bloodline.

Not only would they gain a connection with the most mysterious entity of the Prima Universe, but also a new powerhouse that would reach the Eternal Detachment Rank.

Of course, Ezequiel was aware of that side effect of gestating a life form with a more powerful bloodline than yours, but it was not something that did anyone harm, so it did not bother him.

Once the Supreme Neo-Demo proved his point to the Void Creators, he focused on the Primarchs and performed a slight bow, to which the trio responded by clasping their hands.

After that, Ezequiel's eyes landed on the three women that led the Titans.

Hyperion's daughters were prideful and full of confidence in themselves, but as they felt the Supreme Neo-Demon's gaze, the trio could not help but tremble. No matter how you saw him, Ezequiel was an absolute hero of his time and could move any woman's heart.

Despite the beauty of the trio, Ezequiel felt nothing special. For him, looks and background were meaningless, and what truly mattered was a woman's determination and courage. Numir managed to earn his heart due to exactly that.

However, Ezequiel understood why Hyperion went to all the trouble of opening the Sacred Trial ahead of time, and ignoring the trio would be disrespectful.

He raised his arms, condensing the ocean of Primordial Entropy Lightning and World Strength. In seconds, he formed three white-golden spheres with beautiful magic matrices and then inserted a stream bloodline force and two Law Origin Essence's streams into each one.

The three young women saw how those spheres came to them. Although they did not say anything, they were not very excited about them. After all, their father was a Primarch, so they doubted Ezequiel could grant them anything they did not already have.

However, shock filled their hearts when they sent their consciousnesses into the white-golden spheres. In them, there was rudimentary knowledge about Inner Origin Essence, Outer Origin Essence, and how to make your three centers of power work as one.

The Titan Primarch's grasp over the body and the forces outside of it was superb, but while more developed, the nature of his understanding did not surpass Ezequiel's. For those three young women, the concepts inside the spheres were priceless.

Hyperion smiled as he saw Ezequiel's behavior, and it only grew wider as he felt the eyes full of envy coming from the other two Primarchs.

"Ran, Hator, Asis, you should thank Young Hero Ezequiel for those gifts. Be sure to appreciate them, as they could help you improve your Omega Laws."

The three young women nodded to his father before turning toward Ezequiel and performing a slight bow.

"We appreciate the gifts."

Ezequiel nodded but did not say a word. He already showed enough respect to Hyperon and would not need to go out of his way for any of them. Those spheres were not easy to make and would be of extreme help for anyone whose battle style focused on the body.

"Invictus, I welcome you to the Titan World. Please, join us in a feast in your honor."

There was still more than a decade for the Sacred Trial to open. Ezequiel had planned to spend that time in secluded training inside the Titan World. Having a good meal before that did not sound bad, so he agreed to Hyperion's proposition.