Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World



Zatiel had traveled hundreds of millions of light years in a second, but the scream of Zork and Nork still reached him. Immediately his invulnerable skin, which could endure the heat of a million suns and the gravity of a thousand black holes, began to shatter, and that damage was just the beginning. 

It was clear to the Samsara Thearch that the roar of the duo carried the power of Reality Override, and its intent was to destroy the one that dared to attempt to seal them. 

The Samsara Thearch could not believe what he was experiencing. Zork and Nork had been dead for dozens of Epochs, and their remnants have fought every single day since then, yet they still had the power to threaten the life of a Peak Middle Stage with a single roar.

Although the power of Zork and Nork was mind-blowing, the Samsara Thearch did not have time to focus on them since now all his attention had to be on surviving the attack. He could nullify the duo's Reality Override power by using his White Sun Pupil, but that would lead to a severe backlash that could leave him incapacitated for thousands of years. 

Doing that would essentially condemn the Daybreak Universe, so it was not a choice. 

'If I can not stop the intent inside their roars from killing me, then I will allow it.'

Zatiel's eyes grew sharp as the power of the Samsara Pupil burst, and then his back began to crack. As Zork and Nork's roars shattered his body, the Samsara Thearch's back split open, allowing a dark purple orb covered in golden runes to emerge.

"¡BOOM!"

The roar disintegrated Zatiel's body, and then it stopped expanding. It fulfilled its goal, and the power of Reality Override vanished.

The only thing left was the dark purple orb with golden runes. A massive universe was held in it, one that had way more energy than most super universes.

Right at the center of this Inner Universe were strange runes made of white fire that formed a name. Anyone that were to read those letters would either gain an incredibly profound insight into the Samsara Truth and Eternal Flame of Justice or have their soul broken due to the overwhelming pressure they unleashed.

It remained static for a moment before releasing a pulse, conveying the particles of Zatiel's disintegrated body and giant waves of chaotic energy. 

A whirlwind of chaos formed around the orb, soon forming a cocoon similar to the ones that a Lord of Emptiness generated to create a new universe.

Such a massive phenomenon drew the attention of all types of creatures in the Emptiness that could not stop themselves from marching toward it with a crazy zeal in their eyes. 

Less than thirty minutes after the massive universal cocoon appeared, a horde containing millions of strange life forms dived toward it with the sole desire of consuming it. Nearly all of them were Outlandish Beasts of the Emptiness with a cultivation at the Third Realm, but there were also some entities with a battle power that neared Rank 10.

Just as the horde was about to lunge toward the universal cocoon, giant spiked tentacles and colossal dragon heads emerged from its surface.

A carnage began the next second as the spiked tentacles and dragon heads killed all those creatures, sending their corpses and broken souls into the universal cocoon.

Despite seeing the tentacles and dragon head butchering hundreds of thousands of them, only to serve as food for the universal cocoon, the rest of the horde kept diving forward. An idea had been planted in their minds that there was nothing more important than to consume the cocoon and the entity inside as if that would fulfill the most profound desire inside their souls.

That idea was not wrong since if any of them were to consume the dark purple orb, they would rise to an unimaginable level, but something like that could never happen. 

In a few minutes, the number of life forms killed by the tentacles and dragon heads reached ten million and kept increasing. No life form in the Third Realm could resist the power of the universal cocoon, and even those with Rank 10 battle power only manage to last a few seconds before being consumed as well.

After an hour and consuming countless life forms, the universal cocoon stopped attracting prey. 

"CRACK!"

Once the tentacles and dragon heads finished killing all the remaining creatures, cracks formed on the surface of the universal cocoon.

"BOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"

A cataclysmic explosion occurred the next second as the universal cocoon broke apart, revealing the Samsara Thearch's figure. 

Zatiel's body and soul were full of power after that rebirth, and there was a sharp light in his eyes as he raised both hands, generating a dark sphere. 

All the pieces of the universal cocoon and the prime forces inside it that the blast thrust into different directions of the Emptiness froze before flashing toward the dark sphere.

The Samsara Thearch's eyes glowed with power as he gathered those pieces and forces inside the dark sphere. Despite only being a rebirth and not a true reincarnation, the universal cocoon still was impregnated by the powers of the Peak Middle Stage life form.

As more and more fragments and streams of cosmic force entered the dark sphere, this one evolved into a small egg.

"Thump!"

It did not take long before a heartbeat emerged from the cosmic egg, and the energy it radiated was hard to describe even for the Samsara Thearch.

Zatiel's eyes narrowed as he felt the life forming inside the cosmic egg. Determination appeared on his face as he sent a command, and the soul of Myriad fused into the egg. 

There was no one the Samsara Thearch trusted more as a battle partner than the beast that had accompanied him for most of his journey through his third life and who was there during the beginning of the fourth.

Myriad's sole purpose in life was to be of help to the Samsara Thearch. He had always adapted his body, soul, and battle style to complement that of Zatiel, and this time it would not be different. 

Zatiel knew that Myriad's Primordial Essence was just as strong as someone at the Initial Stage, and that would not be enough to take full advantage of the cosmic egg. Using his Samsara Pupil, he burned his own soul force, leaving it in such a raw state that anyone could take advantage of it. 

The process was excruciating, but there was no hesitation on Zatiel's face as he cleansed his soul force and sent it into the cosmic egg so Myriad could use it to evolve. 

The Samsara Thearch did not limit himself to only sending refined soul force into the cosmic egg since he also channeled his bloodline, vitality, and energy. Even with the Oblivion Gate's energy nucleus helping him recover, that drain would have a lasting impact on his cultivation. 

However, that was not a problem since, along with those forces, Zatiel was also establishing a karmic link between him and Myriad, making the beast a part of him not different than his arms or legs. As long as they were together, there would be no drain on his power.

Since Myriad retained his individuality, it would be easy for him to harm the Samsara Thearch by simply running away. However, since the beast would not hesitate to give his life for his master, the idea of betrayal was impossible.

Months passed as Myriad's samsara evolution carried on inside the cosmic egg. He had yet to mature, but his power had already surpassed the peak of the Initial Stage!

After nine years, nine months, and nine days, the force inside the cosmic egg peaked, and this one began to crack. There were no explosions this time, and the eggshell just disintegrated since the life form inside had consumed all its energy. 

Zatiel's face was pale, with his battle power and cultivation having suffered severe damage, but there was no regret on his face, only a wide smile as he stared at Myriad.

Unlike the draconic or world-like appearance Myriad adopted before, now he was a small mirror no more than two meters wide. 

At first sight, the mirror was not impressive at all, but once Zatiel looked at himself in the reflection, a sense of awe and wonder appeared in his eyes. 

The first thing he saw was a mortal old man. This person had no grandeur, and there were trillions like him in the universe. He had not achieved any sense of greatness or controlled great powers.

It should be impossible for a life form like the Samsara Thearch to feel any form of envy toward a person like that, yet a small smile appeared on his face since a small part of him longed for that time, were he was a simple man and did not have the weight of an entire universe on his back. 

The image of the old man did not last long, and the next second demonic eyes appeared in the mirror.