But Yang Hao and the Overlord, standing amidst the divine miracle, seemed paralyzed.
When the holy light, flowing like water, passed over Yang Hao and gradually dried, Yang Hao gazed blankly at the distant nebula flower.
The Celestials had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would reveal a path—the point where the Creator God had hidden his energy after his demise.
The moment had arrived.
The nebula flower was slowly brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, when projected against the cosmic background, it drew energy from countless stars across the universe. Now, with the naked eye, one could see individual burning stars channeling their stellar power toward it, transforming the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red. Its color became increasingly radiant, until finally, it resembled a blazing flower of flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nine petals of the nebula flower, a red ribbon of light shot forth, extending outward until it flowed to Yang Hao’s feet, as if laying out a red carpet for him.
Almost simultaneously, the Overlord and Yang Hao stepped onto this red ribbon of light. With their Immortal-level flying abilities, even traversing the entire universe was effortless. Yet, guided by the nebula flower, their speed became even greater.
The entire nebula flower was, in fact, a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it required not only the inheritor to undergo three dark and three light baptisms, but also a massive influx of stellar energy. Thus, its power was truly extraordinary.
Yang Hao and the Overlord did not attack directly. Like collaborators, they allowed the light of the nebula flower to guide them as they sped rapidly through the cosmos.
An indeterminate amount of time passed. When they finally reached their destination, they discovered they had crossed nearly half the universe. The location was familiar—not only to the Overlord, but also to Yang Hao.
For it was here that his cultivation journey had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar hue and unchanged rotation brought back memories, as if he were still a student attending school.
That was Remon Star, where Yang Hao had first met Hunyuanzi and become the heir of the Danjing Sect. It was there he had met Minghuang and opened his own medicinal shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined achieving such heights, nor becoming the true ruler of this universe.
Although the nebula flower had brought them both here, it had not yet concluded its work. The red beam suddenly condensed, resembling a needle, and shot far beyond into a distant galaxy. The beam pierced a hole through what had seemed like a chaotic void of space.
Yang Hao and the Overlord’s expressions changed in alarm. From that hole, they both sensed an incomprehensibly immense power.
It was a force beyond human—or even divine—comprehension. If someone like Jinlong Shen represented the pinnacle of godhood, then this power was like comparing a pebble to the entire universe.
Its vastness was unimaginable. Even the tiniest ripple of energy leaking from the hole was like a massive wave, tossing Yang Hao and the Overlord about helplessly.
These two were already the sovereigns of this universe, the most powerful forces in existence. Yet they could not withstand even a minor wave of energy emanating from the periphery of that hole.
The nebula flower shattered with a loud crack, like a crystal flower exploding into shimmering red dust, scattering into oblivion across the cosmos.
Once again, silence reigned.
As Yang Hao watched the nebula flower disintegrate, his expression grew pale. He had once promised the Primordial Gods to complete this mission, and now it was done. But those Primordial Gods had long since transformed into divine souls within his axe, never to witness this moment.
Yet the Overlord remained fixed on the hole, his heart pierced by countless rays of light, overwhelmed with indescribable excitement.
“Never would I have imagined it would be here,” the Overlord murmured, shaking his head.
Indeed, even if the entire universe had tried to guess, none would have imagined that the Creator God’s energy had been hidden beyond the outer spiral arm of the galaxy—precisely at the endpoint of the Empire’s cosmic conquest.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire expanded aggressively, it had been halted here by Hed and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter beyond this point.
Yet who could have imagined that merely less than a light-year from that ancient battlefield lay the Creator God’s energy the Overlord had sought for so many years?
The Overlord’s sorrow was beyond comprehension. He had devoted himself for so long, yet success had always remained just out of reach. If only he had ordered his forces to advance just one more light-year back then, perhaps today’s outcome would have been different.
But fate often works this way—the more desperately you seek something, the further it eludes you.
Still, the Overlord was fortunate, for today, he had finally arrived.
After decades of struggle and meticulous planning, his sole hope had been to uncover the Creator God’s hidden power. Now, at last, it had become reality.
The Creator God’s residual energy after his death lay within that distant, newly opened hole. The dazzling, crystalline glow within seemed to eagerly await inheritance.
The Overlord could sense it—compared to the energy radiating from the hole, all the stellar power he had ever absorbed was insignificant. The Creator God had used only one percent of his energy to create the universe, and now, the remaining energy was hidden within this hole. Whoever inherited it would become the new Creator God.
Everything had reached its climax. Now, all that remained was to eliminate the final opponent.
The Overlord saw Yang Hao still standing with his eyes closed, feeling the energy from the hole and the memories surging within him. A cold smile crept across his face.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for a thousand years, the grand scheme that had cost countless lives—it was all over. There was no need anymore for sharing the world or a dual-god era.
Now, all he needed to do was kill this young man before him, and the power within the hole would be his alone. He would be the sole Supreme God of this world.
From now on, he would be the true and only God.
But Yang Hao and the Supreme One, standing amidst the divine miracle, seemed to be frozen in place.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and gradually dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the distance.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would point the way to the place where the Creator God had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was slowly brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it was now being powered by countless stars in the universe, projected against the cosmic backdrop. With the naked eye, one could almost see burning stars sending their stellar energy toward it, transforming the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red, growing brighter and brighter until it resembled a blazing flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a red beam of light shot out, extending all the way to Yang Hao’s feet like a crimson carpet unfurled before him.
Both the Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto this red beam of light. With their Transcendent cultivation, traversing the entire universe would have been effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it, aside from the inheritor enduring three trials of darkness and three trials of light, it required the power of countless stars. In terms of sheer energy, this was no small feat.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s radiance to guide them as they streaked through the cosmos at incredible speed.
Time blurred. When they finally reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. The place they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One—it was also deeply familiar to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his journey of cultivation had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar color and unchanged orbit made it seem as if he had just returned to his school days.
That was the planet Raymond, where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, where he had become the successor of the Alchemy Sect, where he had met Empress Ming and opened his own herbal medicine shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined that he would achieve such heights—that he would become the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The red beam of light suddenly condensed into a needle-like form, piercing through the chaotic void of space and opening a hole in the fabric of the universe.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One both paled. From within that hole, they sensed an energy so immense it defied comprehension.
This was not a power that humans—or even gods—could fathom. Even the mightiest beings, like the Golden Dragon God, were nothing more than pebbles compared to this cosmic force.
The sheer vastness was unimaginable. Even the faintest ripple of energy leaking from the hole was enough to send Yang Hao and the Supreme One tumbling like leaves in a storm.
These two, the supreme rulers of the universe, the most powerful beings in existence, could barely withstand the mere periphery of this energy.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal bloom, exploding into shimmering red dust that dissipated into the void.
Silence returned.
Yang Hao watched the nebula flower shatter, his expression dimming. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete—but now, those gods had long since become souls within his axe, never to witness this moment.
But the Supreme One remained fixated on the hole. His heart was pierced by countless rays of light, his excitement beyond words.
“Who would have thought… it was here all along,” the Supreme One muttered, shaking his head.
No one in the universe could have guessed it. The Creator God’s energy had been hidden just beyond the outer spiral arm of the Raymond system—the very edge of the empire’s conquest.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire had expanded aggressively, it was here that they had been halted by the combined forces of He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter.
Yet, just a light-year away from that battlefield lay the very energy the Supreme One had sought for so long.
The bitterness in his heart was indescribable. He had schemed and struggled for centuries, only for success to remain just out of reach. Had he pushed just a little further back then, perhaps things would have been different.
But fate was cruel—the harder one chased something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet the Supreme One was still fortunate, for today, he had finally found it.
Decades of struggle, decades of meticulous planning—his sole desire had been to uncover the Creator God’s buried power. And now, it was finally within his grasp.
The energy left behind by the Creator God lay beyond that open hole, its crystalline radiance shimmering as if eager to be claimed.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from the hole, the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator God had likely used only a fraction of his power to forge the world. The rest lay hidden within that hole. Whoever inherited this power would become the new Creator God.
Everything had led to this moment. Now, there was only one obstacle left.
The Supreme One saw Yang Hao standing with his eyes closed, feeling the energy from the hole, lost in memories. A cold smile curled on the Supreme One’s lips.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for a thousand years, the countless lives sacrificed—all of it was over. There was no need for shared rule, no need for an era of dual gods.
Now, all he had to do was kill the boy before him, and the power within that hole would be his. And he—he would be the one true god.
From this day forth, he would reign supreme.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One summoned the Blazing Bow from a sealed dimension. With another flick of his fingers, a divine sword appeared—the Sword of Judgment.
He drew the bow, nocking the Sword of Judgment like an arrow, its icy edge aimed straight at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao,” the Supreme One sneered, “starting today, the Alchemy Sect no longer has a reason to exist. Everything that remains… belongs to me.”
“Do you really think you can dominate everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like ice, sending a shiver down the Supreme One’s spine.
The Supreme One even felt that the killing intent radiating from Yang Hao was fiercer, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Because before this battle, Yang Hao had known better than anyone—only one of them would walk away alive. This was a fight to the death. In this world, where gods existed, conflict was inevitable. The era of dual gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Alchemy Sect. Over time, as he witnessed more and learned more, that seed had grown into an unshakable resolve.
Today, the one destined to die was the Supreme One.
The flames of the Blazing Bow surged, and Yang Hao heard Zhu Rong’s familiar roar. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black light.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts was no small feat.
Yang Hao raised his hand, and the Axe of the Gods appeared in his grip.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The mightiest divine weapon in existence. Though it has only recently appeared, it surpasses even the Blazing Bow. It was not forged by the Creator God, yet it surpasses all thirty of his divine artifacts!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One roared. But he could sense the five raging souls within the axe—their cries alone dimmed the flames of the Blazing Bow. Still, he shook his head in disbelief. “No… no! How could there be a weapon stronger than the Creator God’s thirty divine artifacts?”
“The Creator God could forge this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, an overwhelming aura surging from it into his body. His robes billowed, and radiant light spilled forth. “Did you not realize? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He could sense it now—the five great gods’ souls were sealed within Yang Hao’s axe. This revelation stunned him. He had never imagined gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands.
And not just any gods—the five mightiest in existence.
“Why?!” the Supreme One bellowed.
“Because this world no longer needs you!!”
Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Blazing Bow. The Sword of Judgment, wreathed in black malevolence and his own sinister divine energy, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of dark lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Raising the Axe of the Gods high, he roared, “HAAAA!!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through the darkness. Yang Hao leaped into the air and swung down with a single, unadorned strike—yet this strike carried the full force of his Transcendent power and the axe’s divine might.
The axe collided with the Sword of Judgment.
This was the first clash between the two supreme divine weapons.
The axe’s radiance spread like a divine illumination, flooding the cosmos. The Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts—shattered under Yang Hao’s strike, disintegrating into fine black threads.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts, was utterly destroyed, never to exist again.
Yang Hao held the axe horizontally, his gaze sharp with killing intent. Without giving the Supreme One a chance to react, he thrust his palm forward—and countless white blades materialized before the Supreme One.
These were the Sword Principles passed down to Yang Hao by Situ Hai. Like a blizzard, they swirled around the Supreme One, a storm of lethal snowflakes.
“Child’s play!” the Supreme One sneered.
For a Transcendent, such techniques were trivial.
The Supreme One extended his hand, summoning three divine swords—the Sword of Immortality, the Sword of Treasures, and the Sword of Annihilation. Gripping them like brushes, he spun them like a wheel, deflecting the snow-like blades.
Yang Hao noticed the Supreme One’s grip resembled the old Sword Saint’s—casual, as if holding writing brushes.
The three divine swords easily overpowered the tiny blades, shattering Yang Hao’s Sword Principles wherever they struck.
But the Supreme One failed to realize—at Yang Hao’s level, why would he use such a simple technique?
“Malevolent Flames!” Yang Hao’s voice rang out like a bell.
Suddenly, every blade erupted with three-inch-long black flames.
Ten thousand blades meant ten thousand flames.
This was the first fusion of Sword Principles and Fire Principles—a bizarre, unrepeatable spectacle in the history of divine warfare.
The Supreme One was instantly cornered. No longer facing mere sword light, he was now surrounded by the accumulated wrath of the Fire God’s malevolent flames.
Once these flames touched something, they could not be shaken off—they would burn through flesh and soul alike.
Caught off guard, the Supreme One’s three divine swords were tainted by the flames the moment they clashed with the blades.
Under normal circumstances, the Supreme One could have expelled the flames with minimal effort. But now? With ten thousand flaming blades surrounding him, any distraction would mean being skewered—or worse, consumed by the flames.
True to his ruthless nature, he made a swift decision—letting the three divine swords be devoured by the inferno. Yet their destruction also wiped out half the blades.
But Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished. Even with half the blades remaining, it was enough.
“Space Rend!!”
Yang Hao’s voice tore through the air like splitting silk. The remaining blades surrounding the Supreme One suddenly distorted space, tearing open rifts under Yang Hao’s frenzied energy infusion. Space storms erupted.
Death finally smiled upon the Supreme One.
Now, he was trapped within a super divine technique combining three principles—Sword, Fire, and Space.
Five thousand blades, capable of slicing a man into countless pieces. Malevolent flames, capable of burning through flesh and soul. And now, space storms that could grind all life into primal molecules.
The Sword of Judgment.
Drawing the bow, the Overlord used the Sword of Judgment as an arrow, its icy blade aimed directly at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao, from today onward, the Danjing Sect no longer has a place in this world,” the Overlord sneered. “Everything from now on will be mine.”
“You really think you can cover the sky with one hand?” Yang Hao turned, his icy gaze piercing the Overlord, causing him to shudder involuntarily.
The Overlord even sensed that Yang Hao’s killing intent was more intense, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
For before this battle, Yang Hao had known all too well that one of them had to die. This was a battle to the death. In this world, where there are gods, there is war. The era of dual gods was an era of conflict.
The seeds of Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Overlord had been planted the moment he joined the Danjing Sect. As time passed and he witnessed more and learned more secrets, that seed had grown into a towering tree.
Alas, today, the one destined to die was the Overlord.
But amidst the divine spectacle, Yang Hao and the Supreme One seemed to be frozen in place.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and slowly dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the distance.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would point the way—the location where the Creator God had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was gradually brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it drew power from countless stars across the universe once projected against the cosmic backdrop. Now, it was almost visible to the naked eye—burning stars, one by one, channeled their stellar energy into the flower, transforming it from a dark crimson to a blazing red, its radiance growing ever more dazzling until, at last, it resembled a flower of pure, scorching flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a red beam of light shot forth, stretching endlessly until it flowed beneath Yang Hao’s feet, as if unfurling a red carpet just for him.
The Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto the red beam almost simultaneously. With their Transcendent cultivation, traversing the entire universe would have been effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it, aside from the inheritor enduring three baptisms of darkness and three of light, it required the power of countless stars. In terms of sheer energy, this was no small feat.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s radiance to guide them as they streaked through the cosmos at breakneck speed.
Time blurred—how much had passed, neither could say. When they finally reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. And the place they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One but also deeply known to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his journey of cultivation had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar hue and unchanged orbit made it seem as though he was still back in school, studying as usual.
That was Remon Star—the place where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, where he had become the heir of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, where he had met Empress Ming, and where he had opened his own medicinal herb shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined the heights he would reach—that he would become the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The red beam suddenly condensed, sharp as a needle, and pierced through a distant galaxy. The chaotic void of space, struck by this beam, ruptured, forming a gaping hole.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One paled in shock. From that hole, they sensed an energy so immense it defied comprehension.
This was not a power that humans—or even gods—could fathom. Even a supreme being like the Golden Dragon God, compared to this energy, was like a pebble against the vastness of the cosmos.
Its magnitude was unimaginable. Even the faintest ripple of energy leaking from the hole surged like a tidal wave, sweeping Yang Hao and the Supreme One along like driftwood.
These two were already the universe’s sovereigns, its most formidable forces. Yet they could barely withstand even the outermost ripples of energy from that hole.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal blossom, exploding into shimmering crimson dust that scattered into the void, vanishing without a trace.
Silence reclaimed everything.
Seeing the nebula flower’s destruction, Yang Hao’s expression dimmed. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete—yet those very gods had long since become spectral souls within his axe, never to witness this moment.
But the Supreme One remained fixated on the hole, his heart pierced by countless beams of light, his excitement beyond words.
“Who would have thought… it was here all along,” the Supreme One murmured, shaking his head.
Not just him—no one in the entire universe could have guessed. The Creator God’s energy had been buried just beyond the Outer Mongol Left Spiral Arm—the very edge where the Imperial Fleet’s conquests had once ended.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire expanded aggressively, it was here that they had been halted by He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter beyond.
Yet who could have known that less than a light-year from that ancient battlefield lay the very energy the Supreme One had sought for so long?
The bitterness in the Supreme One’s heart was something no one else could understand. For years, he had schemed and struggled, always just one step away from success. Had he ordered his forces to push just one light-year further back then, perhaps things would have been different today.
But fate was cruel—the harder you chased something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet the Supreme One could still count himself fortunate, for today, he had finally arrived.
Decades of struggle, decades of meticulous planning—his sole desire had been to uncover the Creator God’s hidden power. And now, at last, it was within reach.
The Creator God’s energy, left behind after his demise, lay within that distant, newly opened hole. The shimmering radiance within seemed eager, as if the power itself yearned to be inherited.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from that hole, all the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator God had likely used only a fraction of his power to forge the world. The rest—the vast majority—lay hidden within that hole. Whoever inherited this power would become the new Creator God.
Everything had led to this moment. Now, there was only one obstacle left to remove.
The Supreme One saw Yang Hao still standing with his eyes closed, absorbing the energy flowing from the hole, lost in the memories surging within him. A cold smile curled on the Supreme One’s lips.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for millennia, the countless lives sacrificed—all of it ended here. There was no need for shared dominion, no need for an era of twin gods.
Now, all he had to do was kill the young man before him, and the power within that hole would be his alone. And he—he would become the one true god of this world.
From this day forth, he would reign supreme.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One reached into the void, summoning the Blazing Fusion Bow. With another flick of his fingers, a divine sword materialized in his grasp.
The Sword of Judgment.
The Supreme One drew the bow, using the Sword of Judgment as his arrow. The icy blade gleamed as he aimed it squarely at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao,” the Supreme One sneered, “starting today, the Alchemy Cauldron Sect no longer needs to exist. Everything that remains… belongs to me.”
“Do you truly believe you can dominate everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like frozen steel, piercing the Supreme One and sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
The Supreme One even sensed that the killing intent radiating from Yang Hao was far more intense, far more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Because before this battle, Yang Hao had understood better than anyone—one of them had to die. This was a fight to the death. In a world where gods existed, conflict was inevitable. The era of twin gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Alchemy Cauldron Sect. Over time, as he witnessed more and learned more, that seed had grown into a towering tree.
Today, the one destined to die… was the Supreme One.
The flames of the Blazing Fusion Bow surged, and Yang Hao heard the familiar roar of Zhu Rong. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black glow.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts was no small feat.
Yang Hao extended his hand, and the Godslayer Axe appeared in his grip.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The mightiest divine weapon in existence. Though newly forged, it surpasses even the Blazing Fusion Bow. It was not crafted by the Creator God, yet it eclipses even his Thirty Divine Artifacts!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One bellowed. Yet he could feel the five raging divine souls sealed within the Godslayer Axe. Their combined presence alone dimmed even the flames of the Blazing Fusion Bow. Still, the Supreme One shook his head in disbelief. “No… no! How could a weapon stronger than the Creator God’s Thirty Divine Artifacts exist in this world?”
“The Creator God could forge this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, and an astonishing aura surged from the weapon into his body. His robes billowed, and radiant light spilled forth as he declared, “Did you not realize? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He could now sense the five divine souls sealed within Yang Hao’s Godslayer Axe. This revelation stunned him—he had never imagined gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands.
And not just any gods—the five mightiest deities in existence.
“Why?!” the Supreme One roared.
“Because this world no longer needs you!!”
Enraged beyond measure, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Blazing Fusion Bow. The Sword of Judgment, wreathed in black malevolence and infused with his own sinister divine energy, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of black lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Instead, he raised the Godslayer Axe high and bellowed, “HAAAA!!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, cutting through the darkness like a beacon. Yang Hao leaped into the air and swung down with a single, unadorned strike—yet this one blow concentrated all his Transcendent power and the supreme might within the Godslayer Axe.
The axe collided with the Sword of Judgment.
This was the first decisive clash between the Godslayer Axe and the Blazing Fusion Bow.
The silver radiance from the axe spread like a divine illumination, flooding the cosmos. And the Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s Thirty Divine Artifacts—shattered under that light, under Yang Hao’s overwhelming strike. It disintegrated into fine black threads, utterly annihilated.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s Thirty Divine Artifacts—gone forever.
Yang Hao held the axe horizontally, his gaze sharp with killing intent. Without giving the Supreme One a moment to react, he thrust his palm forward, and countless white blades of light materialized before the Supreme One.
These ten thousand white blades were the Sword’s Essence passed down to Yang Hao by Situ Hai. They swirled around the Supreme One like a blizzard, a storm of lethal snowflakes.
“Child’s play!” the Supreme One scoffed.
For a Transcendent, such techniques were trivial to counter.
The Supreme One extended his hand, summoning three divine swords—the Sword of Immortality, the Sword of Treasures, and the Sword of Vanishing. Gripping them effortlessly, he spun them like a wheel, deflecting the snow-like blades.
Yang Hao noticed the Supreme One’s grip mirrored the Old Sword Saint’s—casual, as if holding brushes rather than blades.
The three divine swords easily overpowered the tiny blades. Wherever they passed, Yang Hao’s Sword’s Essence dissipated like bubbles.
But the Supreme One failed to realize—at Yang Hao’s current level, why would he use such a simple technique?
“Malevolent Flames!” Yang Hao’s clear voice rang through the void.
Suddenly, every single blade erupted with three-inch-long tongues of black fire.
Ten thousand blades meant ten thousand flames.
This was the first fusion of Sword’s Essence and Fire’s Essence—a moment of unparalleled brilliance in the history of divine warfare.
The Supreme One was instantly cornered. No longer surrounded by mere sword light, he now faced the accumulated wrath of the Fire God, condensed over millennia.
These flames were inescapable—once they touched you, they would burn not just flesh but soul.
Caught off guard, the Supreme One’s three divine swords were instantly tainted by the Malevolent Flames the moment they clashed with the blades.
Under normal circumstances, the Supreme One could have expelled the flames with minimal effort, salvaging his swords. But now? With ten thousand flaming blades surrounding him, any distraction would mean being skewered and consumed by the inferno.
True to his ruthless nature, the Supreme One made a snap decision—he released the swords, letting the Malevolent Flames devour them. But in doing so, the swords’ explosive power also obliterated half of the incoming blades.
Yet Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished. Even with half the blades remaining, it was more than enough.
“Space’s Rend!”
Yang Hao’s voice, sharp as tearing metal, echoed above the Supreme One. The remaining blades underwent another transformation—each one shattered the fabric of space, tearing open dimensional rifts under Yang Hao’s surging energy. Space storms erupted, swirling with annihilation.
Death, at last, smiled upon the Supreme One.
Now surrounding him was a divine technique combining three Essences—Sword, Fire, and Space.
Five thousand blades, each capable of slicing a man to ribbons. Malevolent Flames, capable of burning through flesh and soul. And now, space storms that could grind all life into its most fundamental particles.
The Supreme One had nowhere left to run.
One could not help but admire the Overlord’s imagination for combining these two divine artifacts.
Yang Hao extended his hand, and the Primordial God’s Axe appeared in his grasp.
The Overlord’s eyes widened in shock. “What is that?”
But Yang Hao and the Supreme One, who were amidst the divine miracle, seemed to be stunned.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and slowly dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the distance.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would point the way for him—the location where the Creator God had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was gradually brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it was now being powered by countless stars in the universe projected onto the cosmic backdrop. With the naked eye, one could almost see burning stars sending their stellar energy toward it, turning the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red, its brilliance growing ever more dazzling until, at last, it resembled a flower of blazing flames.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a red beam of light shot out, extending all the way to Yang Hao’s feet like a crimson carpet unfurled before him.
The Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto the red beam almost simultaneously. With their Transcendent Immortal cultivation, traversing the entire universe would have been effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it, aside from the inheritor enduring three trials of darkness and three trials of light, it required the power of countless stars. In terms of sheer energy, it was truly extraordinary.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s radiance to guide them as they streaked through the cosmos at incredible speed.
Time seemed to blur. By the time they reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. The location they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One but also deeply familiar to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his journey of cultivation had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar color and unchanged orbit made it seem as though he was still a student in school.
That was Remon Star—the place where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, where he had become the successor of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, where he had met Empress Ming, and where he had opened his own herbal medicine shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined that he would achieve such heights—that he would become the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The red beam suddenly condensed into a needle-like form and pierced a distant galaxy. The chaotic void of the universe was torn open, revealing a hole.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One paled in shock. From within the hole, they sensed an energy so immense it defied comprehension.
This was a power beyond the imagination of humans—even gods. Compared to this energy, even a supreme being like the Golden Dragon God was nothing more than a pebble against the vastness of the cosmos.
The sheer magnitude of it was unimaginable. Even the faintest ripple of energy escaping from the hole surged like a tidal wave, sweeping Yang Hao and the Supreme One along like driftwood.
These two were already the rulers of the universe, the most powerful beings in existence. Yet they could barely withstand even the faintest energy waves emanating from the hole.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal bloom, exploding into shimmering red dust that dissipated into the void.
Silence returned.
Seeing the nebula flower shatter, Yang Hao’s expression dimmed. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete, but now, those gods had long since become souls within the axe, never to witness this moment.
But the Supreme One remained fixated on the hole. His heart felt as though it had been pierced by countless beams of light, his excitement beyond words.
“Who would have thought… it was here all along,” the Supreme One muttered, shaking his head.
Not just him—no one in the entire universe could have guessed. The Creator God’s energy had been buried just beyond the outer spiral arm of Remon, the very edge where the Imperial Fleet had once halted its conquest.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire had expanded aggressively, it was here that they had been stopped by He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter beyond.
Yet who could have imagined that less than a light-year from that battlefield lay the very energy the Supreme One had sought for so long?
The bitterness in the Supreme One’s heart was something no one else could understand. For years, he had schemed and struggled, always just one step away from success. If only he had ordered his forces to push just one more light-year forward back then, perhaps things would have been different.
But fate was cruel—the harder one chased something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet the Supreme One could still count himself lucky, for today, he had finally found it.
After all these years of struggle, all these years of meticulous planning, his sole desire had been to uncover the Creator God’s hidden power. And now, it had become reality.
The power left behind by the Creator God lay before them, within that open hole. The dazzling radiance within seemed eager to be claimed.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from the hole, all the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator God had likely used only a fraction of his power to forge the world. The rest lay hidden within this hole. Whoever inherited this power would become the new Creator God.
Everything had reached its conclusion. Now, there was only one obstacle left to remove.
Seeing Yang Hao still lost in thought, feeling the energy from the hole and the memories surging within him, the Supreme One’s face twisted into a cold smirk.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for millennia, the countless lives he had sacrificed—all of it was ending now. There was no need for shared rule, no need for an era of dual gods.
All he had to do was kill the young man before him, and the power within the hole would be his. And he—he would become the one true god of this world.
From this day forth, he would reign supreme.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One summoned the Flaming Bow from a sealed space. With another flick of his fingers, a divine sword appeared in his grasp.
The Sword of Judgment.
The Supreme One drew the bow, using the Sword of Judgment as an arrow. The icy blade was aimed directly at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao, starting today, the Alchemy Cauldron Sect no longer needs to exist,” the Supreme One sneered. “Everything that remains… belongs to me.”
“Do you really think you can dominate everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like frozen steel, piercing the Supreme One and sending a shiver down his spine.
The Supreme One even felt that the killing intent radiating from Yang Hao was more intense, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Because before this battle, Yang Hao understood better than anyone that one of them had to die. This was a fight to the death. In this world, where gods existed, conflict was inevitable. The era of dual gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Alchemy Cauldron Sect. Over time, as he witnessed more events and uncovered more secrets, that desire had grown into an unshakable resolve.
Today, the one destined to die was the Supreme One.
The flames of the Flaming Bow surged, and Yang Hao heard Zhu Rong’s familiar roar. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black glow.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts was no small feat.
Yang Hao stretched out his hand, and the Axe of the Gods appeared in his grip.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The strongest divine weapon in existence. Though it has only recently appeared, it surpasses even the Flaming Bow. It was not forged by the Creator God, yet it is mightier than all thirty of his divine artifacts!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One roared. Yet he could sense the five raging divine souls within the axe. Their combined presence alone dimmed the flames of the Flaming Bow. Still, he shook his head in disbelief. “No… no! How could a weapon stronger than the Creator God’s thirty divine artifacts exist in this world?”
“The Creator God could forge this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, and an astonishing aura surged from the weapon into his body. His robes billowed, and radiant light spilled forth. “Did you not realize? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He could sense that the Axe of the Gods contained the souls of five great deities. This revelation stunned him—he had never imagined that gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands.
And not just any gods—the five mightiest deities in existence.
“Why… why would they do this?” the Supreme One bellowed.
“Because this world no longer needs you!!”
Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Flaming Bow. The Sword of Judgment, imbued with black malevolence and his own sinister divine energy, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of black lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Instead, he raised the Axe of the Gods high and roared, “HAAAA!!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through the darkness. Yang Hao leaped into the air and swung down with a simple, unadorned strike—yet this single blow carried the full might of his Transcendent Immortal power and the supreme energy within the axe.
The Axe of the Gods and the Flaming Bow clashed for the first time.
The silver radiance from the axe spread like a divine illumination, flooding the cosmos. The Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts—shattered under Yang Hao’s strike, disintegrating into fine black threads.
One of the mightiest divine weapons in existence was utterly destroyed, never to be seen again.
Yang Hao held the axe horizontally, his gaze filled with lethal intent. Without giving the Supreme One time to react, he thrust his palm forward, and countless white blades materialized before the Supreme One.
These ten thousand white blades were the essence of the Sword’s Truth, passed down to Yang Hao by Situ Hai. They swirled around the Supreme One like a blizzard of death.
“Pathetic tricks!” the Supreme One sneered.
For a Transcendent Immortal, such techniques were hardly a challenge.
The Supreme One extended his hand, summoning three divine swords—the Sword of Immortality, the Sword of Treasures, and the Sword of Illusions. Gripping them like brushes, he spun them like a wheel, deflecting the incoming blades.
Yang Hao noticed that the Supreme One’s sword technique was eerily similar to the Old Sword Saint’s—effortless and fluid, as though wielding calligraphy brushes.
The three divine swords easily overpowered the tiny blades. Wherever they passed, Yang Hao’s Sword’s Truth dissipated like bubbles.
But the Supreme One failed to realize—at Yang Hao’s current level, why would he use such a simple technique?
“Malevolent Flames!” Yang Hao’s voice rang out like a clarion call.
Suddenly, every single blade erupted with three-inch-long black flames.
Ten thousand blades—ten thousand bursts of Malevolent Flames.
This was the first fusion of the Sword’s Truth and the Fire’s Truth, an unprecedented spectacle in the history of divine warfare.
The Supreme One was instantly cornered. No longer were there just sword beams around him—now, they carried the wrathful flames accumulated by the Fire God over millennia.
These flames were inescapable. Once they touched you, they would burn not just flesh but soul.
Caught off guard, the Supreme One’s three divine swords were tainted by the Malevolent Flames the moment they clashed with the blades.
Under normal circumstances, the Supreme One could have expelled the flames with minimal effort. But now? With ten thousand flaming blades surrounding him, the slightest distraction would mean being skewered and burned alive.
True to his ruthless nature, the Supreme One made a swift decision—he released the swords, allowing the Malevolent Flames to consume them. The explosive power of the swords destroyed half the blades in the process.
But Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished. Even with half the blades remaining, it was enough.
“Space’s Tear!!”
Yang Hao’s voice, sharp as rending metal, echoed above the Supreme One. The remaining blades underwent another transformation—each one shattered the fabric of space, tearing open dimensional rifts under Yang Hao’s overwhelming energy.
Death finally smiled upon the Supreme One.
Now, surrounding him was a divine technique combining three truths—Sword, Fire, and Space.
Five thousand blades, capable of slicing a man into countless pieces. Malevolent Flames, capable of burning through flesh and soul. And now, dimensional storms that could shred all life into fundamental particles.
The Supreme One had no escape.
This was the end.
But Yang Hao and the Supreme One, standing amidst the divine miracle, seemed to be stunned.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and slowly dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the void.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would reveal a path—the location where the Creator had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was gradually brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it was now being powered by countless stars in the universe, projected onto the cosmic backdrop. With the naked eye, one could almost see burning stars, each transferring their stellar energy into the flower, turning it from dark red to fiery red, its brilliance intensifying until it resembled a blazing flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a red beam of light shot out, extending like a carpet beneath Yang Hao’s feet.
Both the Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto this red beam. With their transcendent cultivation, traversing the universe was effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator. To activate it, aside from the inheritor enduring three dark baptisms and three light baptisms, it required the energy of countless stars. In terms of power, it was truly extraordinary.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s light to guide them, swiftly traversing the cosmos.
Time blurred. When they reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. The location they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One but also to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his cultivation journey had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar color and unchanged orbit made it seem as though he was still a student in school.
That was the planet Raymond, where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, inherited the Alchemy Sect, met Empress Ming, and opened his own herbal medicine shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined he would achieve such heights—becoming the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The red beam suddenly condensed into a needle-like form, piercing a distant galaxy. The chaotic void was torn open, revealing a gaping hole.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One paled in shock. From within that hole, they sensed an overwhelming power—one beyond human or even divine comprehension. Compared to this force, even the might of the Golden Dragon God was like a pebble against the entire universe.
The sheer vastness was unimaginable. Even the faintest energy waves escaping the hole surged like tidal waves, sweeping Yang Hao and the Supreme One away.
These two, the strongest beings in the universe, could barely withstand the residual energy at the hole’s periphery.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal, dispersing into sparkling red dust that vanished into the cosmos.
Silence returned.
Yang Hao’s expression dimmed as he watched the nebula flower disappear. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete, but those gods had long since become souls within the Divine Axe, unable to witness this moment.
The Supreme One, however, stared intently at the hole, his heart pierced by countless beams of light, overwhelmed with indescribable excitement.
“To think… it was here all along,” the Supreme One muttered, shaking his head.
No one in the universe could have guessed that the Creator’s energy was buried just beyond the outer spiral arm of Raymond—the very edge where the Imperial Fleet’s conquest had halted.
Years ago, the Milky Way Empire’s expansion had been stopped by the combined forces of He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter.
Yet, just a light-year away from that battlefield lay the energy the Supreme One had sought for so long.
The bitterness in his heart was unfathomable. After centuries of meticulous planning, success had always been just out of reach. Had he ordered his forces to push just one more light-year back then, perhaps things would have been different.
But fate was cruel—the more desperately one sought something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet today, the Supreme One’s patience was finally rewarded.
After centuries of struggle, his sole ambition—to find the Creator’s buried power—was now within reach.
The energy left behind by the Creator’s demise lay within that open hole, its crystalline radiance almost eager to be inherited.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from the hole, the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator had likely used only a fraction of his power to shape the world. The rest, hidden within that hole, was enough to make its inheritor the new Creator.
Everything had led to this moment. Now, only one obstacle remained.
Seeing Yang Hao still lost in thought, absorbing the energy from the hole and reliving memories, the Supreme One’s face twisted into a cold smirk.
It was over. His millennia-long ambition, the countless lives sacrificed—all of it was ending now. No more talk of shared rule, no more era of twin gods.
All he had to do was kill the boy before him, and the power within that hole would be his. He would become the one true god of this world.
From this day forth, he would reign supreme.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One summoned the Flaming Bow from a sealed dimension. With another motion, he drew forth a divine sword—the Sword of Judgment.
He nocked the sword like an arrow, its icy edge aimed at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao, starting today, the Alchemy Sect ceases to exist,” the Supreme One sneered. “Everything that remains… is mine.”
“Do you truly believe you can dominate everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like ice, sending a shiver down the Supreme One’s spine.
The Supreme One even sensed that Yang Hao’s killing intent was fiercer, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Before this battle, Yang Hao knew better than anyone—only one of them would survive. This was a fight to the death. In a world with gods, conflict was inevitable. The era of twin gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Alchemy Sect. Over time, as he uncovered more secrets and witnessed more atrocities, that seed had grown into a towering tree.
Today, the one destined to die… was the Supreme One.
The Flaming Bow’s fire surged, and Yang Hao heard Zhu Rong’s familiar roar. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black glow.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts into a single attack.
Yang Hao extended his hand, and the Divine Axe of the Gods appeared in his grip.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The strongest divine weapon in existence. Though newly forged, it surpasses even the Flaming Bow. It wasn’t made by the Creator, yet it surpasses all thirty of his divine artifacts!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One bellowed. But he could feel the five raging souls within the axe—their combined presence alone dimmed the Flaming Bow’s flames. Still, he shook his head in disbelief. “No… no! How could there be a weapon stronger than the Creator’s thirty divine artifacts?”
“The Creator could shape this world, but he couldn’t change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, an awe-inspiring aura radiating from it, his robes fluttering as divine light spilled forth. “Did you never realize? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He now saw that the Divine Axe of the Gods contained the souls of five major deities. This revelation stunned him—he had never imagined gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become Yang Hao’s weapon.
And not just any gods—the five most powerful in existence.
“Why?!” the Supreme One roared.
“Because this world… no longer needs you!!”
Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Flaming Bow. The Sword of Judgment, wreathed in black malice and infused with his own dark divinity, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of black lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Raising the Divine Axe high, he roared, “HAAAA!!”
A silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through the darkness. Yang Hao leaped into the air, delivering a straightforward yet devastating chop—condensing his transcendent power and the axe’s divine might into a single strike that collided with the Sword of Judgment.
This was the first clash between the Divine Axe of the Gods and the Flaming Bow.
The axe’s radiance spread like a divine illumination, overwhelming the surroundings. The Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator’s thirty artifacts—shattered under Yang Hao’s strike, disintegrating into fine black threads.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator’s thirty artifacts, was utterly destroyed, erased from existence.
Yang Hao held the axe level, his gaze sharp with killing intent. Without giving the Supreme One time to react, he thrust his palm forward, unleashing countless white blades before his foe.
These ten thousand white blades were the Sword’s Essence passed down by Situ Hai. They swirled around the Supreme One like a blizzard of death.
“Pathetic tricks!” the Supreme One scoffed.
For a transcendent being, such techniques were trivial.
He summoned three divine swords—the Immortal Sword, the Treasure Sword, and the Illusion-Shattering Sword—spinning them like a wheel to deflect the incoming blades.
Yang Hao noticed the Supreme One’s grip mirrored the old Sword Saint’s—casual, as though holding brushes.
The three divine swords easily shattered Yang Hao’s Sword’s Essence wherever they struck.
But the Supreme One failed to realize—at Yang Hao’s level, why would he use such a simple attack?
“Malice!” Yang Hao’s voice rang out.
Suddenly, every blade erupted with three-inch-long black flames.
Ten thousand blades, ten thousand flames.
This was the first fusion of Sword’s Essence and Fire’s Essence—an unprecedented spectacle in divine combat history.
The Supreme One was instantly cornered. No longer facing mere sword light, he was now surrounded by the accumulated wrath of the Fire God—a malice that, once touched, would cling and burn through flesh and soul alike.
Caught off guard, the three divine swords were tainted by the malice the moment they clashed with the blades.
Normally, the Supreme One could purge the malice with effort. But now, with ten thousand flaming blades surrounding him, any distraction would mean being skewered and burned alive.
True to his ruthless nature, he abandoned the swords, letting the black flames consume them. The swords’ final burst of power destroyed half the blades.
But Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished. Even five thousand blades were enough.
“Spatial Rift!!”
Yang Hao’s voice tore through the air once more. The remaining blades twisted the fabric of space, tearing open rifts that unleashed spatial storms under Yang Hao’s surging energy.
Death finally smiled upon the Supreme One.
Now, he was trapped within a supreme divine technique combining three essences—Sword, Fire, and Space.
Five thousand blades capable of slicing a man to ribbons. Malice that could burn through flesh and soul. And spatial storms that could grind all life into primal molecules.
“The Creator God may have created this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands. A shocking aura surged from the axe into his body, making his robes flutter and radiating divine light. “Don’t you know that every life in this world is free? They can choose a greater existence.”
The Overlord’s pupils constricted. He had sensed the five Primordial God souls sealed within Yang Hao’s axe. This revelation was beyond belief. He had never imagined that gods would willingly abandon their lives to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands—especially the five most powerful Primordial Gods in existence.
“Why would they do this?” the Overlord bellowed.
“Because this world no longer needs you!!”
But amidst this divine spectacle, Yang Hao and the Supreme One seemed to be frozen in place.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and gradually dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the distance.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would point the way—the location where the Creator God had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was slowly brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it was now being powered by countless stars in the universe, projected against the cosmic backdrop. With the naked eye, one could almost see burning stars sending their stellar energy toward it, transforming the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red, its brilliance growing until it resembled a blazing flower of flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a red beam of light shot out, extending all the way to Yang Hao’s feet like a crimson carpet unfurled before him.
The Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto the red beam almost simultaneously. With their transcendent cultivation, traversing the entire universe would have been effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it, besides enduring three baptisms of darkness and three baptisms of light as the inheritor, it required the energy of countless stars. In terms of sheer power, it was truly extraordinary.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s radiance to guide them as they streaked through the cosmos at incredible speed.
Time seemed to blur. When they finally reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. The location they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One but also to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his journey of cultivation had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar color and unchanged orbit made it seem as if Yang Hao was still back in school.
That was the planet Raymond—where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, where he had become the successor of the Danding Sect, where he had met Empress Ming and opened his own herbal medicine shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined the heights he would reach—that he would become the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The red beam suddenly condensed into a needle-like form and pierced a distant galaxy, tearing a hole in what had once been a chaotic void.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One paled in shock. From the hole, they sensed an energy so immense it defied comprehension.
Compared to this power, even the might of the Golden Dragon God was like a pebble against the vastness of the cosmos.
The sheer magnitude was unimaginable. Even the faintest energy waves leaking from the hole were like tidal waves, sweeping Yang Hao and the Supreme One along like driftwood.
These two, the supreme rulers of the universe, the most powerful beings in existence, could barely withstand the residual energy at the hole’s periphery.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal, exploding into shimmering red dust that dissipated into the void.
Silence returned.
Seeing the nebula flower destroyed, Yang Hao’s expression dimmed. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete, but now, those gods had long since become souls within the Divine Axe, unable to witness this moment.
But the Supreme One remained fixated on the hole, his heart pierced by countless beams of light, his excitement beyond words.
“Who would have thought… it was here all along,” the Supreme One muttered, shaking his head.
No one in the entire universe could have guessed that the Creator God’s energy was buried just beyond the outer spiral arm of Raymond—the very place where the Imperial Fleet had once halted its conquest.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire had expanded aggressively, it was here that they had been stopped by He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter.
Yet, just a light-year away from that battlefield lay the very energy the Supreme One had sought for so long.
The bitterness in his heart was something no one else could understand. For years, he had schemed and struggled, always just one step away from success. If only he had ordered his forces to push just one more light-year back then, perhaps things would have been different.
But fate was cruel—the more desperately one sought something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet the Supreme One could still count himself fortunate, for today, he had finally found it.
Decades of struggle, decades of meticulous planning—his sole desire had been to uncover the Creator God’s hidden power. And now, it was within his grasp.
The energy left behind by the Creator God lay within that open hole, its crystalline radiance almost eager to be inherited.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from the hole, the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator God had likely used only a fraction of his power to shape the world. The rest lay within that hole. Whoever inherited it would become the new Creator God.
Everything had led to this moment. Now, there was only one obstacle left to remove.
Seeing Yang Hao still lost in thought, feeling the energy from the hole and the memories surging within him, the Supreme One’s face twisted into a cold smirk.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for millennia, the countless lives he had sacrificed—all of it was ending now. There was no need for shared rule, no need for an era of dual gods.
All he had to do was kill the young man before him, and the power within that hole would be his. And he—he would be the one and only supreme god of this world.
From this day forward, he would reign unchallenged.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One summoned the Flaming Bow from a sealed dimension. With another flick of his fingers, a divine sword appeared in his grasp.
The Sword of Judgment.
Drawing the bow, he nocked the Sword of Judgment like an arrow, its icy blade aimed squarely at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao, starting today, the Danding Sect no longer needs to exist,” the Supreme One sneered. “Everything that remains… belongs to me.”
“Do you really think you can dominate everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like ice, sending a chill down the Supreme One’s spine.
The Supreme One even sensed that the killing intent radiating from Yang Hao was more intense, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Because before this battle, Yang Hao had known better than anyone that only one of them would survive. This was a fight to the death. In a world where gods existed, conflict was inevitable—the era of dual gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Danding Sect. Over time, as he witnessed more and learned more secrets, that desire had grown into an unshakable resolve.
Today, the one who would die… was the Supreme One.
The flames of the Flaming Bow surged, and Yang Hao heard Zhu Rong’s familiar roar. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black light.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts was no small feat.
Yang Hao extended his hand, and the Divine Axe of the Gods appeared in his grasp.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The mightiest divine artifact in existence. Though it has only recently appeared, it surpasses even the Flaming Bow. It was not forged by the Creator God, yet it surpasses all thirty of his divine weapons!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One roared. But he could feel the five raging souls within the Divine Axe—their roars alone dimmed the flames of the Flaming Bow. Still, he shook his head in disbelief. “No… no… How could a weapon stronger than the Creator God’s artifacts exist in this world?”
“The Creator God could create this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, and an astonishing aura surged from it into his body. His robes billowed, and radiant light spilled forth as he declared, “Did you not know? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He could sense that within Yang Hao’s Divine Axe, the souls of five great gods were sealed. This revelation stunned him—he had never imagined gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands.
And not just any gods—the five mightiest in existence.
“Why…?” the Supreme One bellowed.
“Because this world no longer needs you!!”
Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Flaming Bow. The Sword of Judgment, wreathed in black malevolence and infused with his own sinister divine energy, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of dark lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Raising the Divine Axe high, he roared, “HAAAA!!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through the darkness. Yang Hao leaped into the air and swung down with a simple, unadorned strike—yet this single blow carried the full force of his transcendent power and the might of the Divine Axe.
It crashed into the Sword of Judgment with earth-shattering force.
This was the first decisive clash between the Divine Axe and the Flaming Bow.
The silver radiance from the axe spread like a divine illumination, flooding the cosmos. The Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts—shattered under Yang Hao’s strike, disintegrating into fine black threads.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts, was utterly destroyed, erased from existence.
Yang Hao held the axe horizontally, his gaze sharp with killing intent. Without giving the Supreme One time to react, he thrust his palm forward, summoning countless white blades before his foe.
These ten thousand white blades were the Sword’s Essence passed down to Yang Hao by Situ Hai. They swirled around the Supreme One like a blizzard of lethal snowflakes.
“Pathetic tricks!” the Supreme One scoffed.
For a transcendent being, such techniques were hardly a threat.
The Supreme One extended his hand, summoning the “Sword of Immortality,” the “Sword of Treasures,” and the “Sword of Annihilation.” Gripping the three divine swords, he spun them like a wheel, deflecting the snow-like blades.
Yang Hao noticed that the Supreme One’s grip mirrored that of the old Sword Saint—casual, as if holding brushes.
The three divine swords easily overpowered the tiny blades. Wherever they passed, Yang Hao’s Sword’s Essence dissipated like mist.
But the Supreme One failed to realize that at Yang Hao’s level, such a simple attack was merely the beginning.
“Malevolent Flames!” Yang Hao’s voice rang out like a clarion call.
In an instant, every one of the ten thousand blades erupted with three-inch-long black flames.
Ten thousand blades—ten thousand flames.
This was the first fusion of the Sword’s Essence and the Fire’s Essence, an unprecedented spectacle in the history of divine battles.
The Supreme One was instantly plunged into peril. No longer surrounded by mere sword light, he now faced the accumulated wrath of the Fire God—flames that, once they touched him, would burn not just his flesh but his very soul.
Caught off guard, the three divine swords were tainted by the Malevolent Flames the moment they clashed with the blades.
Under normal circumstances, the Supreme One could have expelled the flames with minimal effort. But now, with ten thousand flaming blades closing in, any distraction would leave him vulnerable to a fatal strike.
True to his ruthless nature, he immediately released the swords, letting the inferno consume them. The swords’ final burst of power destroyed nearly half the blades.
But Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished. Even with half the blades remaining, it was enough.
“Rift of Space!!”
Yang Hao’s voice tore through the air once more. The remaining blades surrounding the Supreme One twisted, shredding the fabric of space itself. Under Yang Hao’s frenzied infusion of energy, they tore open spatial rifts, unleashing storms of annihilation.
Death finally smiled upon the Supreme One.
Now, he was beset by a divine technique that fused three essences—Sword, Fire, and Space.
Five thousand blades, capable of slicing a man into countless pieces. Malevolent Flames, capable of burning through flesh and soul. And spatial storms, capable of grinding all life into its most basic molecules.
Yang Hao did not dodge. He raised the Primordial God’s Axe high and roared, “Haa!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through all darkness. Yang Hao leapt high and swung the axe downward without hesitation. This strike combined his Immortal power and the immense strength of the Primordial God’s Axe, crashing down upon the Sword of Judgment.
But amidst this divine miracle, Yang Hao and the Supreme One seemed to be frozen in place.
As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and slowly dried, he stared blankly at the distant nebula flower in the void.
The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would point the way—the location where the Creator God had buried his energy after his demise.
Now was the time.
The nebula flower was gradually brightening. Though it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, it was now being powered by countless stars across the universe, projected against the cosmic backdrop. With the naked eye, one could almost see burning stars sending their stellar energy toward it, transforming the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red, its brilliance intensifying until it resembled a blazing flame.
Suddenly, from the center of the nebula flower’s nine petals, a crimson ribbon of light shot forth, stretching endlessly until it flowed beneath Yang Hao’s feet—like a red carpet unfurled just for him.
The Supreme One and Yang Hao stepped onto this crimson ribbon almost simultaneously. At their Transcendent Immortal level, traversing the entire universe would have been effortless, but under the guidance of the nebula flower, their speed was even faster.
The nebula flower itself was a divine technique left behind by the Creator God. To activate it, aside from the inheritor enduring three trials of darkness and three trials of light, it required the energy of countless stars. In terms of sheer power, it was truly extraordinary.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not immediately engage in battle. Like collaborators, they allowed the nebula flower’s radiance to guide them as they streaked through the cosmos at incredible speed.
Time blurred. When they finally reached their destination, they realized they had crossed more than half the universe. The location they arrived at was not only familiar to the Supreme One—it was also deeply familiar to Yang Hao.
Because this was where his journey of cultivation had begun.
Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar hue and unchanged orbit made it seem as though he was still a student in school.
That was Remon Star—the place where Yang Hao had first encountered Hunyuanzi, where he had become the successor of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect, where he had met Empress Ming, and where he had opened his own herbal medicine shop.
Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined the heights he would reach—that he would become the true ruler of this universe.
Though the nebula flower had brought them here, its task was not yet complete. The crimson beam of light suddenly condensed into a needle-like form, piercing a distant galaxy. The chaotic void of space was torn open, revealing a gaping hole.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One paled in shock. From within that hole, they sensed an energy so immense it defied comprehension.
This was not a power that humans—or even gods—could fathom. Even the mightiest beings, like the Golden Dragon God, were nothing more than a pebble compared to the vastness of this force.
The sheer magnitude of it was unimaginable. Even the faintest energy waves leaking from the hole surged like tidal waves, sweeping Yang Hao and the Supreme One along like driftwood.
These two, the supreme rulers of the universe, the most powerful beings in existence, could barely withstand the residual energy at the hole’s periphery.
With a resounding crack, the nebula flower shattered like a crystal bloom, exploding into shimmering crimson dust that dissipated into the void.
Silence returned.
Seeing the nebula flower destroyed, Yang Hao’s expression dimmed. The mission he had promised the gods was finally complete—but now, those gods had long since become souls within the Divine Axe, unable to witness this moment.
Yet the Supreme One remained fixated on the hole, his heart pierced by countless rays of light, his excitement beyond words.
“To think… it was here all along,” the Supreme One murmured, shaking his head.
No one in the entire universe could have guessed it. The Creator God’s energy had been buried just beyond the Remon Spiral Arm—the very edge where the Imperial Fleet’s conquest had once halted.
Years ago, when the Galactic Empire had expanded aggressively, it was here that they had been stopped by He De and Situ Hai, never advancing another centimeter.
Yet who could have imagined that less than a light-year from that battlefield lay the very energy the Supreme One had sought for so long?
The bitterness in the Supreme One’s heart was something no one else could understand. For years, he had schemed and struggled, always just one step away from success. Had he ordered his forces to push just one more light-year back then, perhaps things would have been different.
But fate was cruel—the harder one chased something, the further it seemed to slip away.
Yet the Supreme One was still fortunate, for today, he had finally found it.
After centuries of struggle, after countless schemes, his sole desire had been to uncover the Creator God’s hidden power. And now, it was finally within reach.
The energy left behind by the Creator God lay within that distant hole, its crystalline radiance shimmering as though eager to be claimed.
The Supreme One could feel it—compared to the energy emanating from that hole, the stellar power he had absorbed over the years was insignificant. The Creator God had likely used only a fraction of his power to forge the world. The rest—the vast majority—lay hidden within that hole. Whoever inherited it would become the new Creator God.
Everything had led to this moment. Now, there was only one obstacle left to remove.
The Supreme One saw that Yang Hao still had his eyes closed, sensing the energy from the hole, lost in memories. A cold smile crept onto his face.
It was over. The goal he had pursued for millennia, the countless lives he had sacrificed—all of it was ending now. There was no need for shared rule, no need for an era of dual gods.
All he had to do was kill the young man before him, and the power within that hole would be his. And he—he would become the one true god of this world.
From this day forth, he would reign supreme.
With a wave of his hand, the Supreme One summoned the Blazing Fusion Bow from a sealed dimension. With another flick of his fingers, a divine sword appeared—the Sword of Judgment.
He drew the bow, using the Sword of Judgment as an arrow, its icy blade aimed directly at Yang Hao.
“Yang Hao,” the Supreme One sneered, “starting today, the Alchemy Cauldron Sect will cease to exist. Everything that remains… belongs to me.”
“Do you really think you can control everything?” Yang Hao turned, his gaze like ice, sending a shiver down the Supreme One’s spine.
The Supreme One even felt that the killing intent radiating from Yang Hao was more intense, more overwhelming than his own.
And he was right.
Because before this battle, Yang Hao had known better than anyone—only one of them would survive. This was a fight to the death. In this world, where gods existed, conflict was inevitable. The era of dual gods was an era of war.
Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Supreme One had been planted the moment he joined the Alchemy Cauldron Sect. Over time, as he witnessed more and learned more, that seed had grown into a towering tree.
Today, the one destined to die… was the Supreme One.
The flames of the Blazing Fusion Bow surged, and Yang Hao heard Zhu Rong’s familiar roar. Meanwhile, the Sword of Judgment pulsed with a sinister black glow.
One had to admire the Supreme One’s creativity—combining these two divine artifacts was no small feat.
Yang Hao stretched out his hand, and the Divine Axe of the Gods appeared in his grip.
The Supreme One’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”
Yang Hao smirked. “The mightiest divine weapon in existence. Though it has only recently emerged, it surpasses even the Blazing Fusion Bow. It was not forged by the Creator God, yet it surpasses all thirty of his divine artifacts!”
“Impossible!!” the Supreme One roared. Yet he could sense the five raging souls within the Divine Axe—their cries alone dimmed the flames of the Blazing Fusion Bow. Still, he shook his head in disbelief. “No… no… How could a weapon stronger than the Creator God’s artifacts exist in this world?”
“The Creator God could forge this world, but he could not change it.”
Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, an awe-inspiring aura surging from it into his body. His robes billowed, and radiant light spilled forth. “Did you not realize? Every life in this world is free. They can choose a stronger existence.”
The Supreme One’s pupils contracted. He could now see that within Yang Hao’s Divine Axe, the souls of five great gods were sealed. This revelation stunned him—he had never imagined gods would willingly sacrifice themselves to become weapons in Yang Hao’s hands.
And not just any gods—the five mightiest in the world.
“Why?!” the Supreme One bellowed.
“Because this world… no longer needs you!!”
Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the full power of the Blazing Fusion Bow. The Sword of Judgment, wreathed in black malevolence and infused with his own sinister divine energy, shot toward Yang Hao like a streak of dark lightning.
Yang Hao didn’t dodge. Raising the Divine Axe high, he roared, “HAAAA!!!”
A blinding silver light erupted from the axe, piercing through the darkness. Yang Hao leaped into the air and swung down with a simple, unadorned strike—yet this single blow concentrated his Transcendent Immortal power and the supreme might within the Divine Axe, crashing directly onto the Sword of Judgment.
This was the first decisive clash between the Divine Axe of the Gods and the Blazing Fusion Bow.
The axe’s radiance spread like a divine illumination spell, flooding the cosmos. The Sword of Judgment—one of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts—shattered under Yang Hao’s strike, disintegrating into fine black threads.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty artifacts, was utterly destroyed, never to exist again.
Yang Hao held the axe horizontally, his gaze sharp with killing intent. Without giving the Supreme One time to react, he thrust his palm forward—and countless white blades materialized before the Supreme One.
These ten thousand white blades were the Sword’s Profound Truth passed down to Yang Hao by Situ Hai. They swirled around the Supreme One like a blizzard, a storm of lethal snowflakes.
“Child’s play!” the Supreme One scoffed.
At his level, such techniques were trivial.
He extended his hand, summoning three divine swords—the Sword of Immortality, the Sword of Treasures, and the Sword of Vanishing. Gripping them like brushes, he spun them like a wheel, deflecting the snow-like blades.
Yang Hao noticed that the Supreme One’s swordplay resembled the Old Sword Saint’s—effortless, as though wielding calligraphy brushes.
The three divine swords easily overpowered the tiny blades, shattering Yang Hao’s Sword’s Profound Truth wherever they struck.
But the Supreme One failed to realize—at Yang Hao’s current level, why would he use such a simple technique?
“Malevolent Flames!” Yang Hao’s clear voice echoed through the void.
Suddenly, every one of the ten thousand blades erupted with three-inch-long black flames.
Ten thousand blades—ten thousand Malevolent Flames.
This was the first fusion of the Sword’s Profound Truth and the Fire’s Profound Truth—an unprecedented, unrepeatable spectacle in the history of divine battles.
The Supreme One was instantly cornered. No longer surrounded by mere sword light, he now faced the accumulated wrath of the Fire God—flames that, once touched, would cling and burn through flesh and soul alike.
Caught off guard, the Malevolent Flames seeped into his three divine swords the moment they clashed with the blades.
Under normal circumstances, the Supreme One could have expelled the flames with minimal effort. But now? With ten thousand flaming blades surrounding him, the slightest distraction would leave him skewered and incinerated.
True to his ruthless nature, he immediately released the swords, letting the Malevolent Flames consume them. The swords’ explosive power managed to neutralize half the blades—but Yang Hao’s technique wasn’t finished.
Even with half remaining, it was enough.
“Spatial Rift!!”
Yang Hao’s voice tore through the air like rending silk. The remaining blades surrounding the Supreme One suddenly warped space itself. Under Yang Hao’s frenzied energy infusion, they tore open spatial rifts, unleashing storms of annihilation.
Death finally grinned at the Supreme One.
Now, he was trapped within a supreme divine technique combining three Profound Truths:
The Sword’s Profound Truth.
The Fire’s Profound Truth.
The Space’s Profound Truth.
Five thousand blades, each capable of slicing a man into countless pieces.
Malevolent Flames, capable of burning through flesh and soul.
Spatial storms, capable of grinding all life into primal molecules.
The Supreme One had nowhere left to run.
The light from the Primordial God’s Axe spread like a divine illumination spell, covering the heavens and earth. And the Sword of Judgment, one of the Ten Divine Swords and one of the Creator God’s thirty divine artifacts, shattered completely in the silver light, reduced to countless black threads of energy.
One of the Ten Divine Swords, one of the Creator God’s thirty divine artifacts, was utterly destroyed, never to exist in this world again.
Yang Hao held the axe outward, his eyes filled with killing intent. Without giving the Overlord time to react, he thrust his palm forward, unleashing countless white blades of light.
These ten thousand white blades were the sword essence passed down by Situ Hai. They danced around the Overlord like snowflakes, creating a blizzard of unparalleled beauty.
“Mere tricks!!” the Overlord scoffed coldly.
With the power of an Immortal, such an essence was not difficult to handle.
The Overlord extended his hand, summoning the “Sword of Immortality,” the “Sword of Treasures,” and the “Sword of Illusion.” Gripping all three, he spun them rapidly, deflecting the blades of light like a whirlwind.
Yang Hao noticed that the Overlord’s sword grip was identical to that of the old sword saint—effortless, as if wielding brushes.
The three divine swords were indeed more powerful than the small blades of light. Wherever the swords moved, Yang Hao’s sword essence shattered like bubbles.
But the Overlord had not anticipated that at Yang Hao’s current level, he would not resort to such simple techniques.
“Malevolence!” Yang Hao’s clear voice rang out.
Suddenly, from every blade of light, three-finger-long black flames of malevolence erupted.
Ten thousand blades meant ten thousand waves of malevolence.
This was the first fusion of sword essence and flame essence, an unprecedented and unparalleled spectacle in the history of divine warfare.
In an instant, the Overlord was trapped in a dire situation. Around him was no longer just swordlight, but also the accumulated wrath of the Fire God over ten thousand years.
This malevolence, once it touched, could never be shaken off. It would burn from the tips of one’s fingers straight into the soul.
Caught off guard, the three divine swords were consumed by the malevolence the moment they clashed with the blades.
Normally, with the Overlord’s power, he could have expelled the malevolence from the swords with a little effort, saving the three divine weapons. But now, surrounded by ten thousand blades of malevolence, even a moment’s distraction could result in being pierced by the blades, leading to a dire fate.
Yet the Overlord remained true to his nature—decisive when needed. He immediately released the swords, letting the raging malevolence consume them. At the same time, the swords’ final burst of power destroyed nearly half of the incoming blades.
But Yang Hao’s essence techniques were not yet finished. Even with half the blades remaining, they were more than enough for him.
“Spatial Rift!!”
Yang Hao’s voice, like tearing metal, exploded above the Overlord’s head once more. The blades surrounding the Overlord transformed again. Each blade shattered the cosmic background, and with Yang Hao’s furious energy injection, they tore open spatial rifts and unleashed spatial storms.
Death finally smiled upon the Overlord.
Now, surrounding him was a supreme divine technique combining three different essences.
Sword Essence, Flame Essence, and Spatial Essence.
Five thousand blades now possessed the power to slice a person into countless fragments. The flames of malevolence could burn from flesh to soul. And now, the spatial storms could reduce all life to its most basic molecular form.
The three merged into one, rushing toward the Overlord.
This was not a supreme art of killing—it was a divine annihilation technique.
Only at this moment did the Overlord finally realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the apprentice of the Pill Cauldron Sect, nor the Saint-level expert from the Elders’ Mountain who once sought death.
Yang Hao had long since become a god at the same level as himself—a Celestial Ascendant, a master of countless divine truths and unfathomable power in this universe.
But the Overlord’s realization had come too late—he was already in dire straits.
Dire straits—but not necessarily death.
After all, the Overlord had ruled this universe for millennia. He had faced countless powerful adversaries, and his survival until today was not only due to his ruthless nature, but also his unmatched sharpness and lightning-fast reactions.
Just as Yang Hao’s spatial principles began to merge with the other two, the Overlord understood this was the greatest crisis he had ever faced. Thus, he extended one hand behind him, grasping into the void. When he pulled it back, hundreds of radiant objects shimmering with holy light scattered into the battlefield.
These were hundreds of divine treasures—artifacts accumulated by the Senate over centuries, remnants from countless great wars. Many elders had devoted their lives to crafting and refining these treasures.
Yet in the Overlord’s hands, they were tossed out as casually as scattering beans.
These divine treasures collided with Yang Hao’s sword beams, unleashing astonishing energy. They shattered one spatial storm after another.
The Overlord’s determination and skill in deploying these treasures was astounding. Each of these artifacts, in the hands of any cultivator, could become the symbol of an entire family. But to the Overlord, they were merely disposable tools, casually thrown out to counter Yang Hao’s divine techniques in mutual destruction.
Naturally, as the Overlord swept away the skyful of sword beams, he also seized the initiative in battle. As Yang Hao’s technique reached its peak and before his next move could form, the Overlord seized his chance.
Suddenly, the Overlord’s body soared in height. His semi-transparent form, once bound by human limitations, now transformed into a colossal divine image larger than stars themselves.
At this moment, the Overlord resembled the same divine presence that once descended upon the Elders’ Mountain—calm and serene, yet his eyes brimmed with contempt and disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light poured from his fingertips. This light was milky white, pure and sacred. But as it fell near Yang Hao, it transformed into rays brimming with killing intent.
During the battle at the Elders’ Mountain, the Overlord had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Overlord’s mastery of the Light Principle.
To kill through the power of light—this was a divine truth the Overlord had cultivated and understood through countless eons. Among the divine truths of the Creator Gods, spatial principles were the most complex, while light principles were the most powerful.
Every Creator God was once known as the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light, precisely because light contained the most fundamental and immense force.
Yang Hao could not dodge, for the Overlord’s massive form bathed the entire galaxy, even multiple realms, in his holy light.
Yang Hao was like a trapped figure within a radiant prison, forced to endure the onslaught with his body alone.
At this moment, nine luminous illusions of Yang Hao appeared, each emitting a chorus of bright, resonant chants. This scene resembled the grand descent of gods and Buddhas, but in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The three merged into one, charging toward the Supreme Being.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme Being realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the little apprentice of the Alchemy Sect from before, nor was he the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long since become a god of the same level as him—a Celestial Immortal, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme Being had realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire situation.
Dire… but not fatal.
After all, the Supreme Being had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from powerful foes, and the reason he had survived until now was not just his ruthlessness—he also possessed an unmatched sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The instant Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme Being knew this was the greatest crisis he had faced today. So he reached behind him, grasping into the void, and when his hand returned, he scattered hundreds of radiant, holy objects.
These were hundreds of magical treasures—artifacts accumulated over centuries by the Elder Council, the last remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these divine treasures.
Yet in the Supreme Being’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown away.
These treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that even shattered the spatial storm rifts.
The Supreme Being’s resolve in using these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these artifacts would have been the pride of a great lineage in the hands of a cultivator, yet the Supreme Being tossed them out without hesitation, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s mysteries.
Naturally, in addition to clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme Being also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme Being’s chance.
Suddenly, the Supreme Being’s body expanded, his illusory form transcending the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme Being was just as he had been when descending upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil—yet his eyes were filled with cold disdain.
With a slight lift of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. This light was pure white, sacred beyond measure, yet as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of killing intent.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme Being had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme Being’s mastery of the Light Mystery.
Using the energy of light to kill—this was something the Supreme Being had realized through his long cultivation. Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most powerful.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light—because within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme Being’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his holy light covered the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine crystalline illusions manifested, their voices rising in a clear chant. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light energy struck the crystalline illusions protecting Yang Hao’s true form, clattering like hail against glass.
The holy light and the illusions were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered explosions that shook the cosmos, creating black holes of energy that flickered in and out of existence near Yang Hao’s illusions. Countless stellar forces were being consumed at a frenzied rate by the two.
Time raced forward. The Supreme Being poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. But even his divine power had limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine crystalline illusions had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were Celestial Immortals, their divine power nearly equal. If they continued this battle of attrition, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme Being knew this well. Suddenly, he withdrew his attack, and the holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, this darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme Being transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme Being had finally unleashed this technique again—the same sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and slaughtered the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth, and instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique in the Alchemy Sect’s history—**Blazing Sword Art**—burst forth.
Yang Hao’s body transformed into a giant wreathed in fury, wielding a massive sword wrapped in scorching flames. With a mighty swing, he aimed straight for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very technique to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, crushing him utterly.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme Being and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme Being’s azure dragon stood unrivaled in the cosmos, looking down upon all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, it triggered the greatest cosmic explosion in history.
The sheer force of their collision sent shockwaves through the universe, distorting the orbits of countless stars in the Luminous Star System and its neighboring galaxies. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing fuel for the reshaping of future star systems.
Yang Hao and the Supreme Being were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But their energy was nearly depleted, leaving them at the mercy of the shockwaves that flung them away.
At the center of the explosion, a chasm-like rift tore open—their battle had ripped a massive hole in the fabric of the dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured in from the rift, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme Being.
This light came from other dimensional universes, like fresh water rushing in from another river.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme Being through the translucent barrier of light.
The Supreme Being panted as he stared back.
Their battle had reached its final moments. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if they did not determine a victor, if no true successor emerged to inherit the Creator God’s power, the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—it would all be obliterated by these seemingly beautiful rays of light.
He had no choice. He had to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Overgod** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered with an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
**”One final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme Being’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to sing—a melody meant to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls of the gods within the axe responded.
The **Soul of the Shining Clan** wailed in sorrow.
The **Soul of the Garuda** shrieked in fury.
The **Soul of the Dragon Clan** roared in defiance.
The **Soul of the Titans** bellowed in rage.
The **Soul of the Dark Angel King** unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao tightened his grip on the great-axe and leaped high, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon. With unimaginable speed and power, he brought it down upon the Supreme Being’s head.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The **Shining Clan’s Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme Being.
The **Dragon Clan’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy in the vicinity, leaving the Supreme Being with no escape.
The **Garuda’s Golden Radiance** shone into the Supreme Being’s eyes, blinding him in an instant.
The **Titan’s Weight** infused the axe with immeasurable force, surpassing all known limits.
And the **Dark Angel King’s Wrath**—his lifetime of combat skills, his endless fury from being hunted by the Light Angels—all fused into this single strike.
This final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Overgods, pouring their very essence into the attack, determined to end it all.
How could the Supreme Being escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still had the **Flame Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
But just as the silver axe-light was about to strike his head—
The Supreme Being suddenly raised his gaze. His eyes did not reflect despair—only unyielding battle intent.
With a swift motion, he reached out and retrieved nine objects.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Flame Bow!**
The **Sword of Divine Wrath!**
The **Sword of the Beast’s Heart!**
The **Sword of Gravity!**
The **Sword of Treasures!**
The **Sword of the Stars!**
The **Sword of Healing!**
The **Sword of the Multitude!**
The **Staff of Brahma’s Light!**
The **Shield of Holy Light!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme Being possessed was now in his hands.
Then—he clenched his fists.
With a crushing force, he shattered them all.
Even the **Flame Bow**—reduced to fragments in his grasp.
From this moment on, the Flame Bow would exist no more. The Ten Divine Swords—gone forever.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over eons and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force far surpassing even the **Axe of the Overgod**.
Endless golden light—**Creator God’s Radiance**—burst from the Supreme Being’s palms, striking the descending axe and repelling its power. The divine techniques of the Five Overgods were nullified by this primordial energy.
Even the Overgods themselves had been created by the Creator God. Though they wielded power beyond this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s divine might.
The golden light even pierced Yang Hao’s body, shattering his last remaining crystalline illusions.
Though the Supreme Being had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body grievously wounded—barely able to sustain himself in the void.
But the Supreme Being still had strength left.
He reached out and caught the falling **Axe of the Overgod**. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme Being seized the weapon.
**”It’s mine now!!”**
The moment the Supreme Being grasped the axe, he was stunned by the torrent of divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that these proud gods had truly sealed their souls and power into this weapon forever.
And yet—here it was, in his hands.
The Supreme Being raised the axe high, roaring triumphantly.
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. The **Axe of the Overgod**, surpassing even the **Flame Bow**, was now the supreme weapon of this world.
And now—it belonged to the Supreme Being.
He channeled his power into the axe, feeling the resistance and sorrow of the divine souls within. Yet despite their defiance, the axe still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-beam slashed toward Yang Hao—a mere test.
Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme Being was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
**”Yang Hao!!”** the Supreme Being bellowed, brandishing the silver axe. **”What do you have left?! You’ve lost your final weapon! What can you possibly do now?!”**
Yang Hao’s voice was eerily calm. **”You’ve wanted this axe from the moment you first saw it, haven’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** the Supreme Being sneered. **”I am the one true god of this world! Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest deserves such a weapon!!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head, his expression serene.
**”Within this axe… are the souls of five Overgods.”**
**”I know!”** the Supreme Being scoffed. **”Do you think I can’t sense them? The Flame Bow held just one god, and it was this powerful. But this axe—it has FIVE!”**
The three forces merged into one, surging toward the Supreme One.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme One realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Dan Ding Sect, nor the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a deity like him, a being at the level of a Celestial Immortal, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme One understood too late—he was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament… but not a fatal one.
After all, the Supreme One had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable enemies, and the reason he had survived until now was not just his ruthlessness but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The moment Yang Hao’s spatial mysteries merged with the other two, the Supreme One knew this was the greatest crisis he had faced today. So, with one hand reaching behind him, he grasped into the void. When he withdrew it, he scattered over a hundred objects shimmering with holy light.
These were over a hundred divine artifacts—treasures accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries, the last remnants of their sacred weapons from countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these immortal treasures.
Yet, in the Supreme One’s hands, they were cast out as casually as scattering beans.
These divine artifacts clashed with Yang Hao’s sword radiance, erupting with astonishing energy that obliterated one spatial storm after another.
The Supreme One’s resolve in deploying these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was staggering. Any one of these artifacts, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of a great lineage. Yet the Supreme One had casually discarded them all, sacrificing them to nullify Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, in addition to sweeping away the storm of sword light, the Supreme One also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before he could launch another, the Supreme One seized his chance.
The Supreme One’s body suddenly expanded, his illusory form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme One resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and majestic—yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight lift of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light, pure and milky-white, radiated divine sanctity. But as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of lethal brilliance.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme One had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme One’s mastery of the Light Mystery—the art of killing with the energy of light.
Among the various mysteries of the Creator Gods, spatial mysteries were the most complex, while the mysteries of light held the greatest destructive power.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. The birth of every world began with light, for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to evade. The Supreme One’s colossal form had expanded to such an extent that his holy light enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine crystalline illusions manifested, their voices rising in a harmonious chant. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the crystalline illusions shielding Yang Hao’s true form, producing sharp, clinking sounds like hail striking glass.
The holy light and the illusions were nearly identical in energy. Their collision triggered explosions that shook the cosmos, birthing and collapsing energy black holes near Yang Hao’s illusions. Countless stellar forces were consumed in their frenzied battle.
Time raced forward as the Supreme One relentlessly poured forth his holy light, attacking Yang Hao without regard for his own life. Yet his divine power had limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally perilous. Six of his nine crystalline illusions had already shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were Celestial Immortals, their divine power nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme One knew this well. Abruptly, he withdrew his assault, allowing the holy light to dissipate into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme One transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme One had finally unleashed this technique once more—the same sword art that had defeated Hun Yuanzi and annihilated the entire Dan Ding Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if one era had finally collided with another.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique of the Dan Ding Sect—**Blazing Sword Art**—burst forth.
His form transformed into a towering giant wreathed in fury, wielding a massive sword ablaze with fire. With a mighty swing, he aimed for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very technique to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, sealing his defeat.
But there was no comparison between the Supreme One and Wu Yi. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme One’s azure dragon towered supreme, laughing at all existence.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
The sheer force of their collision sent shockwaves rippling across half the cosmos. The entire Raymond Star System and thousands of neighboring galaxies were thrown off their orbits. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing future star systems with a continuous source of power.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One were blasted apart, reverting to their original forms. Their energy nearly depleted, they could only allow the shockwaves to separate them.
At the epicenter of the explosion, a chasm-like rift tore open—a massive gash in the fabric of their dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A dazzling, multicolored radiance poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme One.
This light, flooding in from other dimensional universes, was like fresh water surging in from distant rivers.
Yang Hao gazed silently through the crystalline barrier at the Supreme One.
The Supreme One, panting, returned his gaze.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the power of the Creator Gods, the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy their current universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect, would be annihilated by this seemingly beautiful light.
He had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Gods** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered in his grasp, its glow as mesmerizing as the last rays of a setting sun.
“One final move!” Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme One’s gaze fueled his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant rose, the souls within the axe stirred.
The soul of the Flash Clan wailed in sorrow.
The soul of the Garuda shrieked in fury.
The soul of the Dragon Clan roared in defiance.
The soul of the Titans bellowed in rage.
The soul of the Dark Angel King unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao tightened his grip on the great-axe and leaped high, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon. With unimaginable speed and power, he swung down toward the Supreme One’s head.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Flash Clan’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so that the moment Yang Hao raised the axe, he was already descending upon the Supreme One.
The Dragon Clan’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy around them, cutting off the Supreme One’s retreat.
The Garuda’s golden radiance blinded the Supreme One, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The Titan’s immense weight augmented the axe’s force, surpassing all known limits.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, infused the axe with all his battle prowess, his lifelong fury at being hunted by the Light Angels.
This final strike was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Great Gods, channeled into a single, decisive blow.
How could the Supreme One escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still possessed the Flame Bow and other divine artifacts, he seemed out of options.
Yet, as the silver axe-light descended upon him, the Supreme One suddenly lifted his head.
His eyes did not reflect despair—only unyielding resolve and battle lust.
With both hands outstretched, he summoned nine objects.
Divine artifacts!
The Flame Bow!
The Sword of Divine Wrath!
The Sword of the Beast’s Heart!
The Sword of Gravity!
The Sword of Treasures!
The Sword of the Stars!
The Sword of Healing!
The Sword of the Multitude!
The Staff of Brahma’s Light!
The Shield of Holy Light!
Every divine artifact the Supreme One possessed was now in his grasp.
Then, with a crushing grip, he shattered them all—even the Flame Bow—reducing them to dust in his palms.
From this moment, the Flame Bow ceased to exist. The Ten Great Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator Gods’ power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over eons and meant to be used gradually, now exploded outward with overwhelming force—far surpassing even the Axe of the Gods.
Endless golden light of the Creator Gods burst from the Supreme One’s hands, repelling the descending axe and nullifying the Five Gods’ techniques.
Even the Five Great Gods, though they transcended this universe, could not oppose the primordial might of the Creator Gods.
Yang Hao’s body was ravaged by the golden light, several beams piercing through him. His last remaining crystalline illusions shattered into nothingness.
Though the Supreme One had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held the overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao, exhausted and grievously wounded, could barely sustain his existence in the cosmos.
Yet the Supreme One still had strength left.
He reached out and seized the falling Axe of the Gods. Yang Hao offered no resistance, drifting back slightly as the Supreme One claimed the weapon.
“This is mine now!” The Supreme One, upon grasping the axe, was awed by the surging divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that these proud deities had willingly sealed their souls into this weapon.
Yet here it was—now in his hands.
Clutching the axe tightly, the Supreme One raised it high and roared, “Mine! The last divine artifact in this universe is MINE!”
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. The Axe of the Gods, surpassing even the Flame Bow, stood as the supreme weapon of this world.
And now, it belonged to the Supreme One.
Infusing the axe with his power, he felt the discontent and sorrow of the sealed souls—yet the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
With a testing swing, a blade of energy shot toward Yang Hao, who dodged effortlessly. But the Supreme One was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
“Yang Hao!” the Supreme One bellowed, brandishing the silver axe. “What do you have left? Even your final weapon is mine now. What else remains?”
Yang Hao’s response was strangely calm. “From the moment you saw this axe, you wanted to take it, didn’t you?”
“Of course!” the Supreme One sneered. “I am the one true god of this world. All divine artifacts belong to me. Only the strongest may wield such a weapon!”
Yang Hao lifted his head, his voice serene. “Within this axe lie the souls of five gods.”
“Foolishness!” the Supreme One scoffed. “Do you think I don’t sense them? The Flame Bow held one god, and its power was immense. This axe holds five. FIVE!”
Time raced forward. The Overlord poured out holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. Yet his divine power had limits, and his momentum was gradually weakening.
The three merged into one, surging toward the Supreme.
This was no mere mortal technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the little apprentice of the Alchemy Sect from before, nor the Saint Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long since become a god like him—a being of the Ascendant Immortal level, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme realized it too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A predicament—but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes. To survive until now, aside from being ruthless, he also possessed an unmatched sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The instant Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void. When his hand returned, it scattered over a hundred radiant, sacred artifacts.
These were treasures accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries—the last remnants of their divine weapons, painstakingly refined by countless elders who had poured their hearts and souls into their creation.
Yet in the Supreme’s hands, they were scattered like mere beans, casually tossed out.
These divine treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that obliterated one spatial storm after another.
The Supreme’s resolve in deploying these treasures was absolute, his technique flawless. Any one of these artifacts would have been the pride of a great lineage in the hands of a cultivator. But the Supreme carelessly sacrificed them all, trading them to neutralize Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, aside from clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme’s opportunity.
Suddenly, the Supreme’s body expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and majestic. Yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight lift of his hand, beams of sacred light spilled from his fingertips. The light, pure and milky-white, turned murderous as it fell around Yang Hao.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme’s mastery of the Light Mystery—the art of killing with the power of light, a technique he had developed over his long cultivation journey. Among the Creator God’s mysteries, space was the most complex, but light was the most destructive.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. The birth of every world began with light, for within it lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to evade. The Supreme’s colossal form had enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent figures materialized, their voices rising in a harmonious chant. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of divine beings—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the translucent guardians shielding Yang Hao, clattering like hail against glass.
The sacred light and the translucent figures were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered universe-shaking explosions, birthing and collapsing black holes near Yang Hao’s projections. Countless stellar energies were consumed in their frenzied battle.
Time raced forward as the Supreme relentlessly poured forth his sacred light, attacking Yang Hao without regard for his own life. But his divine power had limits—his assault was gradually weakening.
Yang Hao, too, was in peril. Six of his nine translucent guardians had been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were Ascendant Immortals, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energies they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme knew this well. Suddenly, he withdrew. The sacred light vanished from the dark cosmos, plunging everything back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme had finally unleashed this technique again—the very sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and slaughtered the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if one era had finally collided with another.
Yang Hao swallowed a Sword Pill. Instantly, his body blazed with furious flames. The strongest sword technique in Alchemy Sect history—**Blazing Fury Sword Art**—erupted.
Yang Hao’s form became a towering giant wreathed in flames, gripping a massive fiery sword. With a mighty swing, he aimed for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, this was the very strike that had severed Wu Yi’s dragon head, sealing his defeat.
But there was no comparison between the Supreme and Wu Yi. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme’s azure dragon was peerless, towering above all existence.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest cosmic explosion in history erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other. The shockwaves rippled across half the universe, warping the orbits of countless stars in the Luminous Star System and beyond. Vast energies were flung into the distance, fueling the reshaping of future galaxies.
Yang Hao and the Supreme were blasted apart, reverting to their original forms. But their energies were nearly depleted, leaving them at the mercy of the explosion’s force.
At the heart of the blast, a chasm-like rift tore open—a gaping wound in the fabric of their dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme.
This light came from other dimensional universes—like fresh water flooding in from distant rivers.
Through the crystalline barrier of light, Yang Hao silently gazed at the Supreme.
The Supreme, panting, returned his stare.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be fatal.
And both knew—if they did not determine a victor, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power, the cascading energies from the dimensional breach would soon destroy their universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—all would be annihilated by these seemingly beautiful rays.
He had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** high. The silver great-axe shimmered with intoxicating brilliance, like the last golden glow of a setting sun.
**”The final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
He began to sing—a melody to awaken the divine souls within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls within the axe stirred.
The soul of the **Shan Clan’s Divine Cloud** wailed in sorrow.
The soul of the **Garuda** shrieked in fury.
The soul of the **Dragon Clan** roared in defiance.
The soul of the **Titans** bellowed in rage.
The soul of the **Dark Angel King** unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao gripped the axe tightly, leaping high. Pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon, he swung with unimaginable speed and power, aiming for the Supreme’s head.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The **Shan Clan’s Divine Cloud** reversed time itself, freezing the Supreme for three full seconds. Though Yang Hao had only just raised his axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme.
The **Dragon Clan’s** draconic cry repelled all stellar energies around them, leaving the Supreme with no escape.
The **Garuda’s** golden radiance blinded the Supreme, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The **Titans** lent their immense weight to the axe, pushing its force beyond any known limit.
And the **Dark Angel King**, Seran, infused the strike with all his battle prowess, his lifelong fury at being hunted by the Light Angels.
This final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Divine Sovereigns, each pouring their full power into a single, decisive strike.
How could the Supreme escape? His retreat was cut off, his strength nearly spent. Though he still possessed the **Fusion Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed out of options.
Just as the silver axe-light was about to descend upon the Supreme’s head—
The Supreme suddenly lifted his gaze. His eyes did not reflect despair, but **life**—and an unyielding will to fight.
He stretched out his hands, and when they returned, they held **nine objects**.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Fusion Bow!**
The **Sword of Divine Mercy!**
The **Sword of the Beast Heart!**
The **Sword of Gravity!**
The **Sword of Treasures!**
The **Sword of the Stars!**
The **Sword of Healing!**
The **Sword of the Multitude!**
The **Staff of Brahma’s Light!**
The **Shield of Sacred Light!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fists.
With a crushing force, he **shattered** them all.
Even the **Fusion Bow**—reduced to fragments in his grip.
From this moment, the world would never see the **Fusion Bow** again. The **Ten Divine Swords** were no more.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over millennia and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force surpassing even the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign**.
Endless golden light of the Creator God burst from the Supreme’s palms, striking the descending axe. The divine techniques of the Five Sovereigns were **nullified** in the face of this primordial energy.
Even the Five Sovereigns were creations of the Creator God. Though their power transcended this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s might.
Yang Hao himself was grievously wounded—several beams of light pierced his body, shattering his last remaining translucent guardians.
Though the Supreme had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his strength drained, his body battered. Merely surviving in the void of space was a struggle.
But the Supreme still had one last reserve of power.
He reached out, catching the falling axe. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme seized the weapon.
**”It’s mine now!!”**
The moment the Supreme grasped the axe, he was stunned by the torrent of divine energy within. He could scarcely believe it—these proud beings had truly sealed their **souls** and **power** into this weapon forever.
And yet—what did it matter?
Now, the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** was in **his** hands.
Clutching it tightly, the Supreme raised it high, roaring:
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this world—is MINE!!!”**
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. With power surpassing even the **Fusion Bow**, the axe now stood as the supreme weapon of this universe.
Yet now, it too had been taken by the Supreme.
Channeling his energy into the axe, the Supreme felt the discontent and sorrow of the souls within. But the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-beam slashed toward Yang Hao—a mere test.
Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
**”Yang Hao!!”** The Supreme brandished the silver axe, bellowing:
**”What do you have left?!**
**Even your last divine weapon is mine! What else can you do?!”**
Yang Hao’s voice was eerily calm.
**”You’ve wanted this axe from the moment you first saw it, haven’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** The Supreme sneered. **”I am the one true god of this world! Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest may wield such weapons!!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head, his tone serene.
**”Within this axe lie the souls of five Divine Sovereigns.”**
**”Foolishness!”** The Supreme scoffed. **”Do you think I can’t sense them?! A single god sealed within the Fusion Bow granted immense power—but this axe holds FIVE!”**
He laughed wildly, gripping the weapon tighter.
**”With this, I am INVINCIBLE!”**
Yang Hao’s lips curved slightly.
**”Then why haven’t they attacked you?”**
The Supreme’s laughter froze.
A cold realization crept into his heart.
The five souls—why had they not resisted him?
Before he could react, the axe in his hands **trembled**.
The silver light dimmed—then **flared crimson**.
A voice, ancient and wrathful, echoed from the weapon:
**”Because we were waiting for you to hold us…**
**…so we could DESTROY YOU FROM WITHIN.”**
The Supreme’s eyes widened in horror.
The **Axe of the Divine Sovereign**—no, the **Five Divine Sovereigns themselves**—had **allowed** him to take it.
Their vengeance was not for Yang Hao to deliver.
It was **theirs**.
A blinding eruption of five-colored light consumed the Supreme as the axe **detonated** in his grasp.
The last thing he heard was Yang Hao’s whisper:
**”Checkmate.”**
Both were Celestial Ascendants, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they might deplete all the stellar energy they had absorbed without ever determining a winner.
Understanding this, the Overlord suddenly retracted his holy light. The radiant beams vanished completely into the black void, and the surroundings returned to icy darkness.
But soon, this darkness was replaced by a cyan glow.
The Overlord transformed into a cyan dragon in a flash, rushing toward Yang Hao like thunder.
The Divine Dragon Sword!!
After a thousand years, the Overlord finally unleashed this legendary sword technique once again, the same one that had defeated Hun Yuanzi and annihilated the entire Pill Cauldron Sect.
As the roaring dragon soared through the air, it seemed as though two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao popped a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, flames erupted from his body. The Pill Cauldron Sect’s most powerful sword technique in history—the “Flame Severance Sword”—was unleashed.
Yang Hao transformed into a giant wreathed in raging fire. In his hands, a massive flaming sword swung down fiercely toward the dragon’s head.
Back at the Elders’ Mountain, Yang Hao had severed Wu Yi’s dragon head with a single strike, defeating him utterly.
But without a doubt, the Overlord and Wu Yi were on completely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword, the dragon the Overlord transformed into was a cosmic overlord, looking down upon all beings.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword collided with the divine dragon, the greatest cosmic explosion in history erupted.
The three merged into one, charging towards the Supreme.
This was no mere mortal technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Alchemy Sect, nor the desperate Saint Realm expert who once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a deity of the same level as him—a god of the Flying Immortal realm, a wielder of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament—but not a fatal one.
After all, the Supreme had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless formidable challengers, and the reason he had survived until now was not just due to his ruthlessness, but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The moment Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void, and when his hand returned, he scattered over a hundred radiant objects shimmering with holy light.
These were treasures—over a hundred of them. They were the final relics accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries, remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these divine artifacts.
Yet in the Supreme’s hands, they were scattered like mere beans, effortlessly thrown out.
These treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that obliterated one spatial storm after another.
The Supreme’s resolve in deploying these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was staggering. Any one of these artifacts would be the pride of a cultivation family, yet the Supreme casually discarded them, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s divine techniques.
Naturally, in addition to clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before he could launch another, the Supreme seized his chance.
The Supreme’s body suddenly expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and majestic—yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light was pure white, sacred and immaculate, yet as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of lethal radiance.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme’s mastery of the Light Mystery.
Killing with the power of light—this was an insight the Supreme had attained through his long cultivation. Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most devastating.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. The birth of every world began with light, for within it lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme’s colossal form had expanded to such an extent that his holy light enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent figures materialized, their voices rising in a harmonious chant. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of divine beings—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the translucent figures shielding Yang Hao’s true form, clattering like hail against glass.
The holy light and the translucent figures were nearly identical in energy. Their collision triggered explosions that shook the universe, birthing and collapsing black holes near Yang Hao’s projections. The power of countless stars was being recklessly consumed by the two.
Time raced forward as the Supreme poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. Yet his divine power was finite, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine translucent figures had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the Flying Immortal realm, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme understood this well. Suddenly, he withdrew, and the holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme had finally unleashed this technique once more—the very sword art that had defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if one era had finally clashed with another.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth, and instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique in Alchemy Sect history—**Blazing Sword Art**—was unleashed.
Yang Hao’s body transformed into a towering inferno-wreathed giant, gripping a massive sword wreathed in fire. With a mighty swing, he aimed for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very technique to behead Wu Yi, sealing his defeat.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme’s azure dragon stood unrivaled in the cosmos, looking down upon all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other, sending shockwaves felt across half the cosmos. The entire Raymond Star System and thousands of nearby star systems were thrown off their orbits, while vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, fueling the reshaping of future galaxies.
Yang Hao and the Supreme were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. Their energies were nearly depleted, leaving them at the mercy of the shockwaves that flung them away.
At the heart of the explosion, a chasm-like rift tore open—a massive gash in the fabric of their dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme.
These lights were energies from other dimensional universes, flooding in like fresh water from distant rivers.
Yang Hao gazed silently through the crystalline barrier at the Supreme.
The Supreme, panting, returned his gaze.
The battle between them had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power, the influx of dimensional energies would soon overwhelm and destroy their universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect, would be obliterated by these seemingly beautiful lights.
He had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** high once more. The silver great-axe radiated an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
**”The final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Soulsong of the Gods!”**
As his mournful chant rose, the souls within the axe stirred.
The **Soul of the Shining Ones** wailed in sorrow.
The **Soul of the Garuda** shrieked in fury.
The **Soul of the Dragons** roared in defiance.
The **Soul of the Titans** bellowed in rage.
The **Soul of the Dark Angel King** unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao gripped the axe tightly, leaping high into the void. Pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon, he swung with unimaginable speed and power, aiming for the Supreme’s head.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The **Shining Ones’ Temporal Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had only just raised the axe, he was already upon the Supreme in the next instant.
The **Dragons’ Roar** repelled all stellar energy around them, leaving the Supreme with no retreat.
The **Garuda’s Golden Radiance** blinded the Supreme, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The **Titans’ Weight** infused the axe with immeasurable force, surpassing all known limits.
And the **Dark Angel King’s Wrath**—his lifetime of combat mastery, his endless fury at being hunted by the Light Angels—merged into this single strike.
Thus, this final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Divine Sovereigns, pouring their very essence into a single, decisive attack.
How could the Supreme escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly exhausted. Though he still possessed the **Flame Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
Yet, as the silver axe-light descended upon him—
The Supreme suddenly lifted his head. His eyes did not shine with despair, but with **life**—with an unyielding will to fight.
He stretched out his hands, and when they returned, they held **nine objects**.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Flame Bow!**
The **Sword of Divine Wrath!**
The **Sword of the Beastheart!**
The **Sword of Gravity!**
The **Sword of Treasures!**
The **Sword of the Stars!**
The **Sword of Healing!**
The **Sword of the Multitude!**
The **Staff of Brahma’s Light!**
The **Shield of Holy Radiance!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he **crushed them all**.
With a single, decisive squeeze, the Supreme shattered every one of these divine artifacts—including the Flame Bow—reducing them to dust in his palms.
From this moment on, the Flame Bow would exist no more. The Ten Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the **Creator God’s power** sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over millennia and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force **far surpassing** even the Axe of the Divine Sovereign.
An endless golden radiance—**the light of the Creator God**—burst from the Supreme’s hands, crashing against the descending axe.
The axe’s power was **repelled entirely**. The divine techniques of the Five Sovereigns were **dispelled** by this primordial energy. Even the Five Sovereigns, creations of the Creator God themselves, could not oppose the sheer might of their maker.
Yang Hao’s body was **pierced** by the golden light, his last few translucent figures shattered into nothingness.
Though the Supreme had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held **absolute advantage**. Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body grievously wounded—barely able to sustain himself in the void.
But the Supreme still had **one final reserve of strength**.
He reached out, catching the falling axe. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme seized the weapon.
**”Mine!”** The Supreme roared as he grasped the axe, stunned by the torrent of divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that the gods had truly sealed their souls and power into this weapon.
Those proud beings had actually done it.
But what did it matter now?
The Axe of the Divine Sovereign was **his**.
Clutching it with both hands, the Supreme raised it high, bellowing:
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. With power surpassing even the Flame Bow, the axe was now the supreme weapon of this world.
Yet now, it had been **stolen** by the Supreme.
The Supreme channeled his energy into the axe. Though he sensed the discontent and sorrow of the souls within, the weapon still gleamed with a dazzling silver light.
A single axe-beam slashed toward Yang Hao—a mere test. Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme was now certain: this weapon was his to command.
**”Yang Hao!”** The Supreme brandished the silver axe, roaring:
**”What do you have left?!**
**You’ve lost your final weapon! What else can you do?!”**
Yang Hao’s voice was eerily calm.
**”You’ve wanted this axe from the moment you saw it, haven’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** The Supreme sneered. **”I am the one true god of this world! All divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest may wield such weapons!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head, his tone serene.
**”Within this axe are sealed the souls of five Divine Sovereigns.”**
**”I know!”** The Supreme scoffed. **”The Flame Bow held one god, yet its power was immense. This axe holds FIVE!”**
He laughed wildly.
**”With this, I am INVINCIBLE!”**
Yang Hao’s lips curled into a faint smile.
**”Then why don’t you… ask them yourself?”**
The Supreme’s laughter died abruptly.
A cold realization struck him.
The five souls within the axe—
They had **never truly submitted** to him.
And now—
They **rebelled**.
The axe in his hands **erupted**.
The Supreme’s triumphant roar turned into a **scream of agony** as the weapon he had stolen became his **undoing**.
The final battle had reached its end.
Yang Hao and the Overlord were blown apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. However, both had nearly exhausted their energy, left to drift helplessly in the shockwave.
At the explosion’s epicenter, a massive rift resembling a cliff appeared. This universe had been torn open by their clash.
They had pierced the heavens themselves.
Radiant, multicolored light gushed from the rift in the universe, forming a dazzling barrier between Yang Hao and the Overlord.
These beams were pouring in from other universes, like fresh water flowing into a stagnant river from another channel.
Through the crystalline barrier of light, Yang Hao silently gazed at the Overlord.
The Overlord, panting heavily, stared back.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the decisive, fatal blow.
And they both understood clearly—if no final victor emerged between them, if no true successor arose to inherit the Creator God’s power, then the energy spilling between dimensions would soon tear this universe apart.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect, would be destroyed by this seemingly beautiful light.
Therefore, he had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao once again raised the God-King Axe high. The silver axe radiated a mesmerizing glow in his hands, like the final sunset casting its glow upon the world.
“The final move!” Yang Hao murmured silently. Just beyond the radiant barrier, the Overlord’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to sing—a song to awaken the divine soul within the God-King Axe.
“The Divine Soul Song!”
With his mournful singing, the spirits of the Shan Clan wailed, the Garuda spirits shrieked, the Dragon spirits roared, the Titan spirits bellowed, and the Dark Angel King’s spirit unleashed its final fury.
Yang Hao thrust the axe forward, leaping high. He poured every ounce of his strength into the divine axe, charging forward at an incredible speed and force, aiming straight for the Overlord’s head.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
With each cry of “kill,” a divine technique erupted from the God-King Axe.
The Shan Clan’s divine soul reversed time, halting it for three full seconds. Thus, as Yang Hao raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Overlord.
The Dragon’s roar sent stellar forces from all directions scattering, leaving the Overlord with no escape.
The Garuda emitted golden light from its wings, blinding the Overlord momentarily.
The Titan poured his full weight into the God-King Axe. The force of this strike now surpassed any known limit.
And Sa’an, the Dark Angel King, infused his entire life’s effort, every battle technique, every ounce of rage and fury from being relentlessly hunted by the Celestial Angels, into this single strike.
Thus, this final strike was not only Yang Hao’s attack—it was the combined might of the five Great Gods, pouring all their energy into a single, decisive blow.
The three forces merged into one, surging toward the Supreme Being.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme Being realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Alchemy Sect, nor the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long since ascended to the same level as him—a deity of the Celestial Ascension tier, a wielder of countless mysteries and divine power within this universe.
But the Supreme Being realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament—but not a fatal one.
After all, the Supreme Being had ruled this universe for millennia. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes, and his survival until now was not solely due to his ruthlessness but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
As Yang Hao’s spatial mysteries superimposed upon the other two, the Supreme Being knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void. When his hand returned, he scattered over a hundred radiant objects shimmering with holy light.
These were treasures—over a hundred divine artifacts, the accumulated wealth of the Elder Mountain over centuries, the last remnants of countless battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these treasures.
Yet in the Supreme Being’s hands, they were scattered like mere beans, casually discarded.
These treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword radiance, erupting with astonishing energy that obliterated one spatial storm after another.
The Supreme Being’s resolve in deploying these treasures, his flawless technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these artifacts, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of an entire lineage. Yet the Supreme Being had thrown them away without hesitation, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, in addition to clearing the sky of sword radiance, the Supreme Being also seized the initiative in battle. As Yang Hao exhausted one technique and before he could unleash another, the Supreme Being saw his chance.
His body suddenly expanded, his translucent illusory form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme Being resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil. Yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight lift of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light, pure and milky-white, exuded sacredness, but as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of lethal intent.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme Being had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme Being’s comprehension of the Light Mystery—the art of killing with light.
Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most devastating.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. The birth of every world began with light, for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no means of evasion. The Supreme Being’s colossal form had expanded to such an extent that his holy light enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent illusory figures manifested, their voices rising in harmonious chants. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light energy crashed against the translucent illusions shielding Yang Hao’s true form, producing sharp, crystalline sounds like hail striking glass.
The holy light and the illusions were nearly identical in energy. Their collision triggered explosions that shook the cosmos, birthing energy black holes near Yang Hao’s illusions, only for them to vanish moments later. Countless stellar forces were consumed in their frenzied battle.
Time raced forward as the Supreme Being poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. Yet his divine power had its limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine translucent illusions had already shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were deities of the Celestial Ascension tier, their divine power nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme Being understood this well. With a sudden retraction, the holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
The Supreme Being transformed with lightning speed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme Being had finally unleashed this technique once more—the same sword art that had defeated Hunyuanzi and slaughtered the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if one era had finally collided with another.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The Alchemy Sect’s most formidable sword technique—**Blazing Sword Art**—burst forth.
His form transformed into a towering giant wreathed in fury, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fire. With a mighty swing, he aimed for the dragon’s head.
This was the same strike that had severed Wu Yi’s dragon head on the Elder Mountain, sealing his defeat.
But there was no comparison between the Supreme Being and Wu Yi. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme Being’s azure dragon reigned supreme, laughing at the cosmos and scorning all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other. The shockwaves reverberated across half the universe, distorting the orbits of planets in the Raymond Star System and thousands of neighboring galaxies. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing future star systems with a continuous source of power.
Yang Hao and the Supreme Being were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. Their energy nearly depleted, they could only drift away from each other.
At the explosion’s epicenter, a chasm-like rift tore open—a massive gash in the fabric of their dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme Being.
This light, flooding in from other dimensional universes, was like fresh water rushing in from distant rivers.
Yang Hao gazed silently through the crystalline barrier at the Supreme Being.
The Supreme Being, panting, returned his gaze.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power, the cascading energy from the dimensional breach would soon obliterate their universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—would be destroyed by these seemingly beautiful yet deadly lights.
He had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Divine Sovereigns** high once more. The silver longaxe shimmered with an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
“One final strike!” Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme Being’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
He began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant rose, the souls of the Shining Tribe wailed, the Garuda shrieked, the Dragon Tribe roared, the Titans bellowed, and the Dark Angel King unleashed his final fury.
Yang Hao gripped the longaxe, leaping high into the void. Channeling every ounce of his strength into the weapon, he swung with unimaginable speed and power, aiming for the Supreme Being’s head.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Shining Tribe’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds. Though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme Being.
The Dragon Tribe’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy in the vicinity, leaving the Supreme Being with no escape.
The Garuda’s golden radiance blinded the Supreme Being, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The Titan God infused the axe with his full weight, making this strike surpass all known limits of power.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, poured all his battle experience, his lifelong hatred, and the rage of being hunted by the Light Angels into this single blow.
Thus, this final strike was not Yang Hao’s alone—it was the combined might of the Five Divine Sovereigns, fused into one, seeking absolute annihilation.
How could the Supreme Being escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still possessed the **Flame Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed out of options.
Yet, as the silver axe-light descended upon him—
The Supreme Being suddenly lifted his head. His eyes did not reflect despair, but vitality—an unyielding will to fight.
He stretched out his hands, and when they returned, they held nine objects.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Flame Bow! Sword of Divine Wrath! Sword of the Beast Heart! Sword of Gravity! Sword of Treasures! Sword of the Stars! Sword of Healing! Sword of the Multitude! Staff of Brahma! Shield of Holy Light!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme Being possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fists.
All these artifacts, forged by the Creator God, shattered in his palms. Even the **Flame Bow** was destroyed in an instant.
From this moment, the **Flame Bow** ceased to exist. The Ten Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power within them erupted forth—energy that had been stored and slowly released over millennia now exploded in an instant, far surpassing even the **Axe of the Divine Sovereigns**.
Endless golden light of the Creator God burst from the Supreme Being’s palms, illuminating the descending axe. The divine force repelled its power, dismantling the Five Divine Sovereigns’ techniques.
Even the Five Sovereigns were creations of the Creator God. Though they wielded power beyond this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s supreme might.
Yang Hao himself was grievously wounded, golden light piercing his body, shattering his last remaining translucent illusions.
Though the Supreme Being had lost all his artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao, exhausted and severely injured, could barely sustain his existence in the cosmos.
Yet the Supreme Being still had one final reserve of strength.
He reached out, seizing the descending axe. Yang Hao offered no resistance, drifting back slightly as the Supreme Being claimed the weapon.
“It’s mine!!” The Supreme Being roared as he grasped the **Axe of the Divine Sovereigns**, stunned by the torrent of divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that these proud beings had sealed their souls and power into this weapon.
But what did it matter now?
The axe was in his hands.
Clutching it tightly, he raised it high and bellowed, “Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”
Every known divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. The **Axe of the Divine Sovereigns**, surpassing even the **Flame Bow**, stood as the supreme weapon of this world.
And now, it belonged to the Supreme Being.
He channeled his power into the axe. Though the divine souls within resisted with sorrow and fury, the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-light slashed toward Yang Hao—a mere test. Yang Hao dodged effortlessly, but the Supreme Being was now certain: this weapon was his to command.
“Yang Hao!!” the Supreme Being roared, brandishing the silver axe. “What do you have left? Your last weapon is mine! What else can you do?”
Yang Hao’s response was strangely calm. “You wanted this axe from the moment you saw it, didn’t you?”
“Of course!” The Supreme Being sneered. “I am the one true god of this world. Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest may wield such weapons!”
Yang Hao lifted his head, his voice serene. “Within this axe lie the souls of five Divine Sovereigns.”
“Fool!” the Supreme Being scoffed. “Do you think I don’t sense them? The **Flame Bow** held one god, and its power was immense. This axe holds five—FIVE!”
Just as Yang Hao’s silver axe blade was about to strike down on the Overlord’s head,
The Overlord suddenly raised his head. In his eyes was not despair, but vitality, and an intense fighting spirit.
The Overlord stretched out both hands. When he drew them back, he held nine items.
Divine Treasures!
The three merged into one, charging towards the Supreme Being.
This was no mere mortal-killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme Being realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the little apprentice of the Alchemy Sect from before, nor was he the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a deity of the Ascendant Immortal level, just like him—a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme Being had realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A predicament—but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme Being had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes. To survive until now, aside from being ruthless, he also possessed an unmatched sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The instant Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme Being knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So, with one hand reaching behind him, he grasped into the void. When he pulled it back, he scattered over a hundred radiant objects shimmering with holy light.
These were over a hundred divine artifacts—treasures accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries, the last remnants of their sacred weapons from countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these immortal treasures.
Yet, in the Supreme Being’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown out.
These divine artifacts clashed against Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that obliterated one spatial storm after another.
The Supreme Being’s sheer resolve in deploying these artifacts, along with his flawless technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these hundred treasures would have been the pride of a cultivation family, yet the Supreme Being tossed them out without hesitation, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, aside from clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme Being also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme Being’s chance.
Suddenly, the Supreme Being’s body expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme Being resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil—yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light was pure white, sacred beyond measure—but as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of lethal radiance.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme Being had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme Being’s mastery of the Light Mystery.
Using the energy of light to kill—this was something the Supreme Being had comprehended through his long cultivation journey. Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most powerful.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light—for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme Being’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his holy light enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent avatars manifested, their voices rising in clear chants. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light energy struck the translucent avatars shielding Yang Hao’s true form, clattering like hail against glass.
The holy light and the avatars were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered explosions that shook the cosmos, birthing and vanishing black holes near Yang Hao’s avatars. The power of countless stars was being recklessly consumed by the two.
Time raced forward as the Supreme Being relentlessly poured forth holy light, attacking Yang Hao without regard for his own life. But even his divine power had limits—his assault was slowly weakening.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine avatars had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the Ascendant Immortal level, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme Being knew this well. Abruptly, he withdrew—the holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan glow.
With lightning speed, the Supreme Being transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Slash!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme Being had finally unleashed this technique again—the very sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique in Alchemy Sect history—**Blazing Edge Slash**—was unleashed.
Yang Hao’s form morphed into a giant wreathed in fury, wielding a colossal sword ablaze with fire. He swung it down with all his might, aiming straight for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very strike to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, sealing his defeat.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme Being and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Slash, the Supreme Being’s azure dragon towered above all existence in the universe.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest cosmic explosion in history erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other. The shockwaves reverberated across half the universe, distorting the orbits of planets in the Raymond Star System and thousands of neighboring galaxies. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing future star systems with a continuous source of power.
Yang Hao and the Supreme Being were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But their energies were nearly depleted, leaving them at the mercy of the shockwaves that flung them away.
At the epicenter of the explosion, a chasm as vast as a cliff tore open—their battle had ripped a massive rift in the fabric of the dimensional universe.
**They had pierced the heavens.**
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured in from the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme Being.
This light came from other dimensional universes—like fresh water flooding in from another river.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme Being through the crystalline barrier of light.
The Supreme Being, panting, returned his gaze.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be fatal.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if neither claimed the mantle of the Creator God’s power—the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy their current universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—would be obliterated by these seemingly beautiful rays of light.
So he had no choice.
**He had to win.**
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Primordial Gods** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered with an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
**”The final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme Being’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to sing—a melody meant to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls of the Shining Tribe wailed, the Garuda shrieked, the Dragon Tribe roared, the Titans bellowed, and the Dark Angel King unleashed his final fury.
Yang Hao tightened his grip on the great-axe and leaped. Pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon, he swung it down toward the Supreme Being’s head with unimaginable speed and power.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Shining Tribe’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme Being.
The Dragon Tribe’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy in every direction, leaving the Supreme Being with no escape.
The Garuda’s golden radiance shone into the Supreme Being’s eyes, blinding him in an instant.
The Titan God infused the axe with his full weight—its power now surpassing any known limit.
And the Dark Angel King, Saran, poured all his lifelong combat skills, all his rage and hatred from being hunted by the Light Angels, into this single strike.
Thus, this final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Primordial Gods, all pouring their energies into one decisive attack.
**How could the Supreme Being escape?**
His retreat was cut off. His power was nearly spent. Though he still had the Flaming Bow and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
But just as the silver axe-light was about to land—
The Supreme Being suddenly lifted his head. His eyes did not shine with despair—but with **life**, with **battlelust**.
He stretched out both hands, and when he pulled them back, he held **nine objects**.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The Flaming Bow! The Sword of Divine Wrath! The Sword of the Beast’s Heart! The Sword of Gravity! The Sword of Treasures! The Sword of Stars! The Sword of Healing! The Sword of the Multitude! The Staff of Brahma’s Light! The Shield of Holy Radiance!
Every divine artifact the Supreme Being possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he **crushed them all**.
With a single squeeze, the Supreme Being shattered every one of these divine weapons, forged by the Creator Gods themselves. Even the Flaming Bow was destroyed in his grip.
From this moment on, the Flaming Bow ceased to exist. The Ten Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over millennia and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force far surpassing even the Axe of the Primordial Gods.
**Endless golden light of the Creator God** burst from the Supreme Being’s palms, illuminating the descending axe and **repelling its power entirely**. The divine techniques of the Five Primordial Gods were nullified by this primordial energy.
Even the Five Primordial Gods were creations of the Creator God. Though they possessed power beyond this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s supreme might.
Yang Hao himself was grievously wounded—several beams of light pierced his body, shattering his last remaining avatars into dust.
Though the Supreme Being had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body critically injured—barely able to sustain himself in the cosmos.
But the Supreme Being still had one last reserve of strength.
He reached out and **caught** the falling axe. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme Being seized the weapon.
**”It’s mine now!!”** The Supreme Being shuddered as he felt the surging divine energy within the axe. He could hardly believe it—the gods had truly sealed their power, their very souls, into this weapon forever.
Those proud beings had actually done it.
But so what?
Now, the Axe of the Primordial Gods was in **his** hands.
Clutching it tightly, the Supreme Being raised it high and roared:
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every divine weapon in existence had been destroyed in their battle. With power surpassing even the Flaming Bow, the axe was now the supreme artifact of this world.
Yet now, it had been stolen by the Supreme Being.
Infusing the axe with his own energy, the Supreme Being felt the discontent and sorrow of the divine souls within—but the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
He swung it once—a test strike toward Yang Hao.
Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme Being was now certain—**this weapon was his to command.**
**”Yang Hao!!”** The Supreme Being brandished the silver axe. **”What do you have left? Your last weapon is mine! What else can you do?”**
Yang Hao’s tone was strange. **”You’ve wanted to take this axe from the moment you saw it, haven’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** The Supreme Being sneered. **”I am the only true god in this world. Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest deserves such a weapon!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head calmly. **”Within this axe are the souls of five Primordial Gods.”**
**”I know!”** The Supreme Being scoffed. **”The Flaming Bow held one god’s soul and was mighty enough. But this axe holds FIVE!”**
All of the Overlord’s divine treasures were now in his grasp.
The three forces merged into one, surging toward the Supreme One.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme One realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Alchemy Sect, nor the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a god like him—a being of the Ascendant Immortal level, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme One realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament—but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme One had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless formidable challengers, and the reason he had survived until now was not just due to his ruthlessness but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
Just as Yang Hao’s spatial mysteries superimposed upon the other two, the Supreme One knew this was the greatest crisis he had faced today. So, with one hand reaching behind him, he grasped into the void. When he withdrew it, he scattered over a hundred radiant objects shimmering with holy light.
These were over a hundred divine artifacts—treasures accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries, the last remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these immortal treasures.
Yet, in the Supreme One’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown away.
These immortal treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword radiance, erupting with astonishing energy that even shattered the spatial storm rifts one by one.
The Supreme One’s resolve in using these treasures, his flawless execution, was breathtaking. Any one of these artifacts, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of a great lineage. Yet the Supreme One had simply discarded them, sacrificing them to neutralize Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, by clearing the sky of sword radiance, the Supreme One also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme One’s opportunity.
Suddenly, the Supreme One’s body expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme One resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and majestic—yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light was milky white, pure and sacred, but as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of murderous intent.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme One had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme One’s mastery of the Light Mystery—the art of killing with the energy of light.
Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, spatial mysteries were the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most destructive.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. The birth of every world began with light, for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme One’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his holy light enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent figures materialized, their voices chanting in unison. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of divine beings—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the translucent guardians shielding Yang Hao’s true form, clattering like hail against glass.
The holy light and the translucent guardians were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered universe-shaking explosions, birthing and collapsing energy black holes near Yang Hao’s projections. Countless stellar forces were consumed in their frenzied battle.
Time raced forward. The Supreme One poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. But his divine power had limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao, too, was in peril. Six of his nine translucent guardians had been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were Ascendant Immortals, their divine power nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme One knew this well. Suddenly, he withdrew his assault. The holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme One transformed into a cyan dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme One had finally unleashed this technique again—the very sword that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao swallowed a Sword Pill. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword of the Alchemy Sect—**Blazing Fury Sword**—was unleashed.
His form became that of a giant wreathed in fury, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fire. With a mighty swing, he aimed for the dragon’s head.
On the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had once beheaded Wu Yi with this very strike, sealing his defeat.
But there was no comparison between the Supreme One and Wu Yi. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword, the Supreme One’s cyan dragon towered above all existence, disdainful of all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other. The shockwaves reverberated across half the universe, distorting the orbits of planets in the Raymond Star System and thousands of nearby galaxies. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, seeding future cosmic rebirths.
Yang Hao and the Supreme One were blasted apart, reverting to their original forms. Their energy nearly depleted, they could only drift away from each other in the aftermath.
At the explosion’s epicenter, a chasm like a cliff tore open—a massive rift in the fabric of the dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A dazzling, multicolored radiance poured through the cosmic breach, forming a luminous barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme One.
These were energies from other dimensional universes, flooding in like fresh water from distant rivers.
Through the crystalline barrier of light, Yang Hao silently regarded the Supreme One.
The Supreme One, panting, returned his gaze.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be fatal.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power—the influx of dimensional energies would soon obliterate this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect, would be destroyed by these seemingly beautiful yet deadly lights.
He had no choice but to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Overgod** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered with an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
**”The final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme One’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls within the Overgod’s Axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls of the Shining Tribe wailed, the Garuda shrieked, the Dragon Tribe roared, the Titans bellowed, and the Dark Angel King unleashed his final fury.
Yang Hao gripped the great-axe, leaping high. Pouring every ounce of his strength into the weapon, he swung with unimaginable speed and power, aiming for the Supreme One’s head.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the Overgod’s Axe.
The Shining Tribe’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds. Though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme One.
The Dragon Tribe’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy, leaving the Supreme One no retreat.
The Garuda’s golden radiance blinded the Supreme One in an instant.
The Titan’s full weight augmented the axe’s force, surpassing all known limits.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, infused all his battle prowess, his lifelong rage against the Light Angels, into this single strike.
Thus, this final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Overgods, striving for a decisive kill.
How could the Supreme One escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still possessed the Flaming Bow and other divine artifacts, he seemed out of options.
Yet, as the silver axe-light descended upon him—
The Supreme One suddenly raised his head. His eyes did not reflect despair, but **life**, and an unyielding will to fight.
His hands stretched out, and when they returned, they held **nine objects**.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The Flaming Bow! The Sword of Divine Wrath! The Sword of the Beast’s Heart! The Sword of Gravity! The Sword of Treasures! The Sword of Stars! The Sword of Healing! The Sword of the Multitude! The Staff of Brahma! The Shield of Holy Light!
Every divine artifact the Supreme One possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fists.
In an instant, all these divine artifacts, crafted by the Creator God himself, were **crushed to dust** in his palms. Even the Flaming Bow was destroyed.
From this moment, the Flaming Bow ceased to exist. The Ten Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were shattered, the Creator God’s power within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over eons and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force far surpassing even the Overgod’s Axe.
An endless golden radiance—**the light of the Creator God**—burst from the Supreme One’s hands, striking the descending Overgod’s Axe.
The axe’s power was **completely negated**. The Five Overgods’ techniques were **dispelled** by this primordial energy. Even the Overgods, creations of the Creator God, could not oppose his supreme might.
Yang Hao himself was grievously wounded. Beams of golden light pierced his body, shattering his last translucent guardians.
Though the Supreme One had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body near death—barely able to sustain himself in the void.
Yet the Supreme One still had strength left.
He reached out, seizing the Overgod’s Axe mid-fall. Yang Hao offered no resistance, drifting back slightly as the Supreme One claimed the weapon.
**”Mine!”** The moment the Supreme One grasped the axe, he was awed by the surging divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that these proud beings—the Overgods—had truly sealed their souls and power into this weapon.
But what did it matter now?
The Overgod’s Axe was in **his** hands.
Clutching it tightly, the Supreme One raised it high and roared:
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in this battle. The Overgod’s Axe, surpassing even the Flaming Bow, stood as the supreme weapon of this world.
And now—it belonged to the Supreme One.
Channeling his power into the axe, he felt the discontent and sorrow of the divine souls within. Yet the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-strike lashed toward Yang Hao—a mere test.
Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme One was now certain: this weapon was his to command.
**”Yang Hao!”** the Supreme One bellowed, brandishing the silver axe. **”What do you have left? Your last weapon is mine. What else remains?”**
Yang Hao’s response was eerily calm.
**”You’ve wanted this axe from the moment you first saw it, haven’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** The Supreme One sneered. **”I am the one true god of this world. Divine artifacts belong to me. Only the strongest may wield such power!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head, his voice serene.
**”Within this Overgod’s Axe… are sealed the souls of five Overgods.”**
**”I know!”** the Supreme One scoffed. **”Do you think I can’t sense them? The Flaming Bow held one god, yet was mighty. This axe holds five—FIVE!”**
The three merged into one, charging towards the Supreme.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Dan Ding Sect from before, nor the Saint Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a god like him, a being of the Flying Immortal level, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme understood too late—he was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament… but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes, and the reason he had survived until now was not just due to his ruthlessness, but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
Just as Yang Hao’s spatial mysteries overlapped with the other two, the Supreme knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So, with one hand reaching behind him, he grasped into the void. When he pulled it back, he scattered hundreds of glowing, sacred objects.
These were hundreds of magical treasures—the final artifacts accumulated over centuries by the Elder Council, remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these divine treasures.
Yet, in the Supreme’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown out.
These treasures clashed with Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that even shattered spatial storm rifts one by one.
The Supreme’s determination in deploying these treasures, along with his flawless technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these treasures, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of a great family. Yet the Supreme had casually discarded them, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s mystic combat techniques.
Naturally, by clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme’s opportunity.
Suddenly, the Supreme’s body expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal, star-sized divine statue.
At this moment, the Supreme resembled his descent upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil—yet his gaze was filled with cold disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light, pure and milky-white, was sacred beyond measure—yet as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of murderous intent.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme’s mastery of the Light Mystery—the art of killing with the energy of light, a technique he had comprehended through his long cultivation. Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery held the greatest destructive power.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light—for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme’s colossal form had spread his holy light across the entire star system, enveloping multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent avatars manifested, their voices rising in clear chants. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of divine beings—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light energy struck the translucent avatars shielding Yang Hao’s true form, sounding like hail shattering against glass.
The holy light and the avatars were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered universe-shaking explosions, spawning black holes that flickered in and out of existence near Yang Hao’s avatars. Countless stellar energies were consumed in their frenzied battle.
Time raced forward as the Supreme recklessly poured out his holy light, attacking Yang Hao without restraint. Yet his divine power had limits—his assault was slowly weakening.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine avatars had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the Flying Immortal level, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energies they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme knew this well. Suddenly, he withdrew—the holy light dissipated into the dark cosmos, plunging everything back into icy darkness.
But soon, that darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With lightning speed, the Supreme transformed into a cyan dragon, streaking towards Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme had finally unleashed this technique again—the same sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and slaughtered the entire Dan Ding Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao tossed a Sword Pill into his mouth. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The Dan Ding Sect’s strongest sword technique—**Blazing Sword Art**—had begun.
Yang Hao’s form became a giant wreathed in fury, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fire. He swung it down with all his might, aiming straight for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very strike to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, sealing his defeat.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme’s cyan dragon reigned supreme, laughing at all existence.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, it triggered the greatest cosmic explosion in history.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other. The shockwaves rippled across half the universe, distorting the orbits of countless stars in the Thunderstar System and its neighboring galaxies. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, fueling the reshaping of future star systems.
Yang Hao and the Supreme were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But their energies were nearly depleted—they could only drift away, powerless against the shockwaves.
At the explosion’s epicenter, a chasm-like rift tore open in the dimensional fabric of the universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme.
These lights were energies from other dimensional universes—like fresh water flooding in from another river.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme through the crystalline barrier of light.
The Supreme, panting, stared back.
Their battle had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power—the cascading energies from the dimensional breach would soon destroy this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—would be obliterated by these seemingly beautiful lights.
So he had no choice. He had to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Overgod** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered with an intoxicating glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
“One final move!” Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to sing—a melody meant to awaken the divine souls sealed within the Overgod Axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls within the axe stirred.
The soul of the Shining Clan wailed in sorrow.
The soul of the Garuda shrieked in fury.
The soul of the Dragon Clan roared in defiance.
The soul of the Titans bellowed in rage.
And the soul of the Dark Angel King unleashed its final wrath.
With a mighty heave, Yang Hao leapt high, channeling every ounce of his remaining power into the axe. With unimaginable speed and force, he brought it down upon the Supreme’s head.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the Overgod Axe.
The **Shining Clan’s Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, he was already upon the Supreme in the next instant.
The **Dragon Clan’s Roar** repelled all stellar energies around them, leaving the Supreme with no escape.
The **Garuda’s Golden Radiance** blinded the Supreme, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The **Titan’s Weight** infused the axe with immeasurable force, surpassing all known limits.
And the **Dark Angel King’s Wrath** merged all his battle instincts, his lifelong hatred, and his fury at being hunted by the Light Angels—into this single strike.
This final blow was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Overgods, pouring their very essences into the axe, seeking absolute annihilation.
How could the Supreme escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still possessed the Flaming Bow and other divine artifacts, he seemed out of options.
Yet, as the silver axe-light descended upon him—
The Supreme suddenly lifted his head. His eyes did not reflect despair, but **life**—and an unyielding will to fight.
With both hands outstretched, he summoned nine objects.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The Flaming Bow!
The Sword of Divine Wrath!
The Sword of the Beastheart!
The Sword of Gravity!
The Sword of Treasures!
The Sword of the Stars!
The Sword of Healing!
The Sword of the Multitude!
The Staff of Brahma’s Light!
The Shield of Holy Light!
Every divine artifact the Supreme possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fists.
With a crushing force, he **shattered** them all.
Even the Flaming Bow—reduced to fragments in his grip.
From this moment, the Flaming Bow would exist no more. The Ten Divine Swords—gone forever.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over millennia and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force far surpassing even the Overgod Axe.
Endless golden light—**the radiance of the Creator God**—burst from the Supreme’s palms, crashing against the descending Overgod Axe.
The axe’s power was **repelled entirely**.
The Five Overgods’ techniques were **nullified** by this primordial energy.
For even the Overgods were creations of the Creator God. Though their power transcended this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s might.
Even Yang Hao’s body was ravaged—several beams of golden light pierced through him, shattering his last remaining avatars into dust.
Though the Supreme had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage.
Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body grievously wounded—barely able to sustain himself in the void.
But the Supreme still had strength left.
He reached out and **caught** the falling Overgod Axe.
Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme seized the weapon.
“**Mine!**” the Supreme roared, gripping the axe. The surging power of the Overgods within it stunned him.
He could scarcely believe it—these proud deities had truly sealed their souls and powers into this axe for eternity.
And yet—what did it matter now?
The axe was in **his** hands.
Clutching it tightly, the Supreme raised it high and bellowed:
“**MINE!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!**”
Every other divine artifact had been destroyed in their battle. With power surpassing even the Flaming Bow, the Overgod Axe stood as the supreme weapon of this world.
And now—it belonged to the Supreme.
Channeling his energy into the axe, he felt the discontent and sorrow of the souls within. Yet the axe still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
With a swing, he sent an axe-beam slashing towards Yang Hao—a mere test.
Yang Hao dodged effortlessly, but the Supreme was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
“**Yang Hao!**” the Supreme thundered, brandishing the silver axe. “What do you have left? Your final weapon is now mine! What else can you do?”
Yang Hao’s response was strangely calm.
“You’ve wanted this axe from the moment you first saw it, haven’t you?”
“**Of course!**” the Supreme sneered. “I am the one true god of this world! All divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest may wield such weapons!”
Yang Hao lifted his head, his voice serene.
“Within this Overgod Axe… are sealed the souls of five Overgods.”
“**Foolish!**” the Supreme scoffed. “Do you think I can’t sense them? The Flaming Bow held one god, and its power was immense. This axe holds **five**—FIVE!”
Though the treasures were destroyed, the power nurtured within them by the Creator Gods erupted forth. This energy, long stored within the artifacts and used gradually to power the treasures, now exploded forth all at once. The resulting force far exceeded even the God-King Axe’s power.
Limitless golden light erupted from the Overlord’s palms, illuminating the descending God-King Axe and completely nullifying its force. The divine techniques of the five Great Gods were shattered by this primordial energy. Even the five Great Gods were creations of the Creator Gods. Though they possessed power spanning this universe, they could not rival the immense divine might of the Creator.
The three merged into one, charging toward the Supreme.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the little apprentice of the Alchemy Sect from before, nor was he the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long since become a deity of the Ascendant Immortal level, just like him—a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme had realized this too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A dire predicament… but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable enemies. To survive until now, aside from being ruthless, he also possessed an unparalleled sharpness and reaction speed.
The moment Yang Hao’s spatial mystery superimposed onto the other two mysteries, the Supreme knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void. When his hand returned, he scattered over a hundred objects shimmering with holy light.
These were over a hundred treasures—artifacts accumulated by the Elder Council over centuries, the last remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these divine treasures.
Yet in the Supreme’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown away.
These treasures clashed against Yang Hao’s sword radiance, erupting with astonishing energy that even shattered spatial storm rifts one after another.
The Supreme’s resolve in deploying these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was staggering. Any one of these treasures, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of an entire lineage. Yet the Supreme had simply tossed them out, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s mysterious combat techniques.
Naturally, aside from clearing the sky of sword radiance, the Supreme also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move could begin—that was the Supreme’s opportunity.
The Supreme’s body suddenly expanded, his illusory form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme was just like when he had descended upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil. Yet in his eyes, there was only coldness and disdain.
The Supreme raised his hand slightly, and beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. This light was milky white, pure and sacred, yet as it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of murderous radiance.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme’s mastery of the Light Mystery.
Killing with the energy of light—this was something the Supreme had comprehended during his long cultivation journey. Among the Creator God’s various mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most powerful.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light—precisely because light contained the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his holy light covered the entire star system, along with multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside Yang Hao, nine crystalline illusions manifested. Clear chants rose from these illusions, creating a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas. Yet in truth, this was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
When the light energy struck the crystalline illusions protecting Yang Hao’s true form, it sounded like hail striking glass—sharp and resonant.
The holy light and the illusions were nearly identical in energy. Their collision triggered explosions that shook the universe, creating energy black holes near Yang Hao’s illusions that flickered in and out of existence. Countless stellar energies were consumed like mad by the two.
Time raced by. The Supreme poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. But his divine power had its limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine crystalline illusions had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the Ascendant Immortal level, their divine powers nearly equal. If they continued this reckless expenditure, they would likely exhaust all the stellar energies they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme understood this well. Suddenly, he withdrew. The holy light dissipated in the dark void of space, plunging everything back into icy darkness.
But soon, this darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
The Supreme, with lightning speed, transformed into a cyan dragon in the sky, shooting toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme had finally unleashed this technique again—the very sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and slaughtered the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon streaked across the sky, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword of the Alchemy Sect’s history—**Blazing Sword Art**—was unleashed.
Yang Hao’s body transformed into a giant wreathed in fury, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fire. He swung it down with all his might, aiming straight for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very sword to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, defeating him utterly.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme’s cyan dragon towered above all, laughing at the universe and scorning all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
Unprecedented energies collided and annihilated each other in their clash. The aftershocks of this explosion were felt across half the universe. The entire Raymond Star System and thousands of nearby star systems had their planetary orbits disrupted. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing a continuous source of power for future cosmic reshaping.
Yang Hao and the Supreme were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But both had nearly exhausted their energy, helplessly drifting away from each other in the aftermath.
At the center of the explosion, a chasm-like rift appeared—a massive tear in the fabric of the dimensional universe, ripped open by their battle.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured in from the cosmic rift, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme.
This light came from other dimensional universes, like fresh water surging in from another river.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme through the translucent barrier of light.
The Supreme, panting, stared back.
The battle between them had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the most fatal.
And they both knew—if they did not determine a victor, if there was no true successor to inherit the Creator God’s power, the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—all would be annihilated by these seemingly beautiful lights.
So he had no choice. He had to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** high once more. The silver longaxe shimmered in his grasp, radiating an intoxicating glow—like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world.
“One final move!” Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the radiant barrier, the Supreme’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the souls of the Shining Tribe wailed in sorrow, the Garuda’s soul shrieked, the Dragon Tribe’s soul roared in fury, the Titan’s soul bellowed, and the Dark Angel King’s soul unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao gripped the longaxe tightly, leaping high into the void. He poured every ounce of his remaining power into the axe, then swung it down toward the Supreme’s head with unimaginable speed and force.
“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!”
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Shining Tribe’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds. So the moment Yang Hao raised the axe, he was already upon the Supreme in the next instant.
The Dragon Tribe’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energies in every direction, leaving the Supreme with no escape.
The Garuda’s golden radiance shone into the Supreme’s eyes, blinding him momentarily.
The Titan’s full weight was added to the axe, making this strike surpass any known limit of power.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, poured all his life’s combat experience, all his rage and hatred from being hunted by the Light Angels, into this single blow.
Thus, this final strike was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Divine Sovereigns, all pouring their energies into a single, decisive attack.
How could the Supreme escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still had the **Flame Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
Just as the silver axe-light was about to land on the Supreme’s head—
The Supreme suddenly lifted his gaze. His eyes did not reflect despair, but vitality—and an overwhelming will to fight.
He stretched out both hands, and when he withdrew them, he held nine objects.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Flame Bow! Sword of Divine Wrath! Sword of the Beast’s Heart! Sword of Gravity! Sword of Treasures! Sword of the Stars! Sword of Healing! Sword of the Multitude! Staff of Brahma’s Light! Shield of Holy Light!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme possessed was now in his grasp.
Then, with a crushing grip, he shattered them all—even the **Flame Bow**—reducing them to dust in his palms.
From this moment on, the **Flame Bow** would exist no more. The Ten Divine Swords would vanish from the world.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over eons and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its power far surpassing even the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign**.
Endless golden light of the Creator God burst from the Supreme’s palms, illuminating the descending axe and repelling its force. The divine techniques of the Five Sovereigns were nullified within this primordial energy.
Even the Five Sovereigns had been created by the Creator God. Though they possessed power transcending this universe, they could not oppose the Creator’s supreme might.
Yang Hao’s body was grievously wounded by the golden light, several beams piercing through him. His last remaining crystalline illusions were utterly shattered.
Though the Supreme had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his power drained, his body severely injured—barely able to sustain himself in the void.
But the Supreme still had one last reserve of strength.
He reached out, catching the falling axe. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme seized the weapon.
“This is mine now!!” The Supreme, upon grasping the axe, was stunned by the surging divine energy within. He could hardly believe that these divine beings had truly sealed their power and souls into this weapon forever.
Such proud beings… yet they had done it.
But so what?
Now, the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** was in his hands.
The Supreme raised the axe high, roaring, “Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is mine!!!”
Every divine artifact in existence had been destroyed in this battle. The axe, surpassing even the **Flame Bow**, was now the supreme artifact of this world.
Yet now, it had been taken by the Supreme.
The Supreme channeled his power into the axe. Though he sensed the discontent and sorrow of the divine souls within, the axe still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-light slashed toward Yang Hao.
This was merely a test. Yang Hao dodged easily, but the Supreme was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
“Yang Hao!!” the Supreme bellowed, raising the silver axe. “What do you have left? Even your last divine artifact is mine! What else can you do?”
“You’ve wanted to take this axe from the first moment you saw it, haven’t you?” Yang Hao’s tone was peculiar.
“Of course!” the Supreme sneered. “I am the only god in this world! Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest deserves such a weapon!”
Yang Hao lifted his head, speaking calmly. “Within this axe are sealed the souls of five Divine Sovereigns.”
“Nonsense!” the Supreme snorted. “Do you think I can’t sense that? The **Flame Bow** held one god’s soul and was mighty enough. But this axe holds five! Five!”
Though the Overlord had lost all his divine treasures, the current scene clearly favored him. Yang Hao was exhausted, his strength drained, gravely wounded, and barely able to sustain his existence in the cosmos.
Yet the Overlord still had a final reserve of strength.
He reached out, grabbing the descending God-King Axe. Yang Hao made no move to resist or struggle, merely drifting a little distance away, allowing the Overlord to seize the long axe.
“It’s mine!!” As soon as the Overlord seized the God-King Axe, he was astonished by the surging divine energy within it. He couldn’t believe it—those divine races had truly sealed their strength, their very souls, permanently within this axe.
Such proud beings had actually done this.
But what of it?
Now, the God-King Axe was in the Overlord’s hands.
Clutching it tightly, he raised it high and roared, “It’s mine!! The one and only divine treasure in the world is mine!!!”
The three merged into one, charging toward the Supreme Being.
This was not a technique for killing mortals—it was a technique for slaying gods.
Only at this moment did the Supreme Being realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the little apprentice of the Alchemy Sect from before, nor was he the Sacred Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long become a god like him, a being who had ascended to immortality, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme Being had realized this too late—he was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A predicament… but not a dead end.
After all, the Supreme Being had ruled this universe for thousands of years. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes, and the reason he had survived until now was not just due to his ruthlessness, but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
Just as Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme Being knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void, and when his hand returned, he scattered hundreds of glowing, sacred objects.
These were hundreds of magical treasures—the accumulated relics of the Elder Council over centuries, the last remaining artifacts from countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these divine treasures.
Yet in the Supreme Being’s hands, they were scattered like beans, casually thrown out without hesitation.
These treasures collided with Yang Hao’s sword beams, erupting with astonishing energy that even shattered the spatial storm rifts one by one.
The Supreme Being’s resolve in deploying these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these treasures, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of an entire lineage. Yet the Supreme Being had casually sacrificed them all, trading them to neutralize Yang Hao’s mysterious techniques.
Naturally, in addition to sweeping away the countless sword beams, the Supreme Being also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move could begin—that was the Supreme Being’s opportunity.
Suddenly, the Supreme Being’s body expanded, his illusory form transcending the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue, larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme Being was just as he had been when descending upon the Elder Mountain—serene and tranquil. Yet in his eyes, there was only coldness and disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of sacred light spilled from his fingertips. This light, pure and milky white, was the holiest of radiance—yet when it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of murderous intent.
During the battle at the Elder Mountain, the Supreme Being had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme Being’s mastery of the mystery of light.
Using the power of light to kill—this was something the Supreme Being had comprehended through his long cultivation. Among the various mysteries of the Creator Gods, the mystery of space was the most complex, while the mystery of light was the most destructive.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light as its foundation—for within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme Being’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his sacred light now enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure it with his body alone.
Beside him, nine crystalline illusions manifested, their voices chanting in unison, creating a scene as magnificent as the descent of divine beings. Yet in truth, this was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the crystalline illusions protecting Yang Hao’s true form, sounding like hail shattering against glass.
The sacred light and the illusions were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered explosions that shook the universe, creating black holes of energy that flickered in and out of existence near Yang Hao’s illusions. Countless stellar forces were being consumed at a frenzied rate by the two combatants.
Time raced forward as the Supreme Being relentlessly poured forth his sacred light, attacking Yang Hao without regard for his own life. Yet even his divine power had limits, and his assault gradually weakened.
Yang Hao’s situation was equally dire. Six of his nine crystalline illusions had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the level of ascended immortals, their divine powers nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme Being understood this well. Abruptly, he withdrew—the sacred light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, this darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
With speed beyond comprehension, the Supreme Being transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme Being had finally unleashed this technique once more—the very sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if two eras had finally collided.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth, and instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique in the history of the Alchemy Sect—**Blazing Fury Sword Art**—had begun its eruption.
Yang Hao’s body transformed into a towering giant wreathed in flames, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fire. With a mighty swing, he aimed directly for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very technique to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, ultimately crushing him in defeat.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme Being and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme Being’s azure dragon stood unrivaled in the universe, looking down upon all living beings.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, the greatest explosion the universe had ever witnessed erupted.
The sheer force of their collision sent shockwaves rippling across half the cosmos. The entire Luminous Star System and thousands of nearby star systems were thrown off their orbits by the blast. Vast amounts of energy were flung into the distance, providing a continuous source of power for future cosmic reshaping.
Yang Hao and the Supreme Being were flung apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But both had nearly exhausted their energy, helplessly drifting away from each other in the aftermath.
At the center of the explosion, a chasm-like rift tore open—their battle had ripped a massive hole in the fabric of the dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A dazzling, multicolored radiance poured in from the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme Being.
These lights were energies from other dimensional universes, flooding in like fresh water from distant rivers.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme Being through the translucent barrier of light.
The Supreme Being, panting heavily, returned his gaze.
The battle between them had reached its final moments. The next strike would likely be the most fatal.
And they both knew—if they did not determine a victor, if there was no true successor to inherit the power of the Creator Gods, the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—would be annihilated by these seemingly beautiful lights.
So he had no choice. He had to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Prime Gods** high once more. The silver longaxe shimmered in his grasp, radiating a mesmerizing glow, like the last rays of a setting sun bathing the world in twilight.
**”The final strike!”** Yang Hao murmured. Behind the radiant barrier, the Supreme Being’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit to its peak.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful chant echoed, the soul of the Shining Clan wailed in sorrow, the Garuda’s soul shrieked, the Dragon Clan’s soul roared in fury, the Titan’s soul bellowed, and the Dark Angel King’s soul unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao gripped the longaxe tightly, leaping high into the void. Pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the divine weapon, he swung down toward the Supreme Being’s head with unimaginable speed and force.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Shining Clan’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme Being’s head.
The Dragon Clan’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy in all directions, leaving the Supreme Being with no path of retreat.
The Garuda’s golden radiance shone into the Supreme Being’s eyes, blinding him in an instant.
The Titan God infused the axe with his full weight, making this strike surpass all known limits of power.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, poured all his life’s experience, all his combat skills, and all the rage and hatred from a lifetime of persecution by the Light Angels—into this single blow.
Thus, this final strike was not just Yang Hao’s alone—it was the combined might of the Five Prime Gods, each injecting their full power to ensure a decisive kill.
How could the Supreme Being escape? His retreat was cut off, his power nearly spent. Though he still possessed the **Blazing Sun Bow** and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
But just as the silver glow of Yang Hao’s axe was about to land upon the Supreme Being’s head—
The Supreme Being suddenly raised his head. His eyes did not shine with despair, but with vitality—and an overwhelming will to fight.
With a swift motion, the Supreme Being reached out and retrieved nine objects in his hands.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The **Blazing Sun Bow! The Sword of Divine Wrath! The Sword of the Beast’s Heart! The Sword of Gravity! The Sword of Treasures! The Sword of Stars! The Sword of Healing! The Sword of the Multitude! The Staff of Brahma’s Light! The Shield of Sacred Light!**
Every divine artifact the Supreme Being possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fist.
In an instant, all these divine artifacts, forged by the Creator Gods themselves, were crushed to dust in his palm. Even the **Blazing Sun Bow** was destroyed without exception.
From this moment on, the world would never see the **Blazing Sun Bow** again. The Ten Divine Swords would cease to exist.
Though the artifacts were destroyed, the power of the Creator Gods sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over millennia and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in a single instant—its force far surpassing even the **Axe of the Prime Gods**.
Endless golden light of the Creator Gods burst from the Supreme Being’s palm, illuminating the descending axe and completely neutralizing its power. The divine techniques of the Five Prime Gods were dispelled by this primordial energy.
Even the Five Prime Gods themselves had been created by the Creator Gods. Though they possessed power transcending this universe, they could not oppose the overwhelming might of their creators.
Yang Hao’s body was grievously wounded—several beams of light pierced through him, and his last remaining crystalline illusions were utterly shattered.
Though the Supreme Being had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held an overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his strength drained, his body severely injured—barely able to sustain his existence in the cosmos.
But the Supreme Being still had one last reserve of power.
He reached out and caught the descending **Axe of the Prime Gods**. Yang Hao did not resist, merely drifting back slightly, allowing the Supreme Being to seize the weapon.
**”It’s mine now!!”** The moment the Supreme Being grasped the axe, he was stunned by the surging divine energy within. He could hardly believe that these proud gods had truly sealed their power and souls into this weapon forever.
Yet here it was—now in his hands.
Clutching the axe tightly, the Supreme Being raised it high and roared:
**”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every divine artifact in existence had been destroyed in this battle. With power surpassing even the **Blazing Sun Bow**, the **Axe of the Prime Gods** was now the supreme divine weapon of this world.
But now, it had been stolen by the Supreme Being.
Infusing a surge of his own power into the axe, the Supreme Being felt the discontent and sorrow of the sealed souls within. Yet despite their resistance, the axe still gleamed with a dazzling silver light.
With a single swing, a blade of energy shot toward Yang Hao.
This was merely a test—Yang Hao dodged it easily. But the Supreme Being was now certain—this weapon was his to command.
**”Yang Hao!!”** the Supreme Being bellowed, raising the silver axe high. **”What do you have left?! Even your last divine weapon is mine! What else can you possibly rely on?!”**
**”You’ve wanted to take this axe from the moment you first saw it, haven’t you?”** Yang Hao’s tone was strangely calm.
**”Of course!”** The Supreme Being sneered. **”I am the only true god in this world! Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest deserves such a weapon!!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head, his voice serene.
**”Within this axe… are the souls of five Prime Gods.”**
**”Nonsense!”** the Supreme Being scoffed. **”Do you think I can’t sense them?! The Blazing Sun Bow held just one god’s soul, yet its power was immense. This axe holds five—FIVE!”**
But tragically, this treasure had now been taken by the Overlord.
The Overlord injected a surge of power into the God-King Axe. Though he sensed the divine souls within it resisting bitterly, the axe still emitted a dazzling silver glow.
A single axe beam shot toward Yang Hao.
It was merely a test strike. Yang Hao easily dodged, but the Overlord was now fully confident—the axe was under his control.
“Yang Hao!!” The Overlord roared, raising the silver axe high. “What do you have left?
I’ve taken your last divine treasure. What do you have left?”
“When you first saw this silver axe, you wanted it, didn’t you?” Yang Hao’s tone was strange.
“Exactly!” The Overlord sneered. “I am the only god in this world. Divine treasures naturally belong to me. Only the strongest deserve such weapons!!”
Yang Hao raised his head, his expression calm. “Within this God-King Axe, five divine souls are sealed.”
The three merged into one, charging towards the Supreme.
This was no mere killing technique—it was a god-slaying art.
Only at this moment did the Supreme realize that the Yang Hao before him was no longer the young apprentice of the Alchemy Sect, nor the desperate Saint Realm expert who had once sought death on the Elder Mountain.
Yang Hao had long since ascended to the same level as him—a deity of the Flying Immortal rank, a master of countless mysteries and divine powers within this universe.
But the Supreme realized this far too late. He was already trapped in a dire predicament.
A predicament—but not yet a death sentence.
After all, the Supreme had ruled this universe for millennia. He had faced countless challenges from formidable foes, and the reason he had survived until now was not just his ruthlessness, but also his unparalleled sharpness and lightning-fast reflexes.
The moment Yang Hao’s spatial mystery merged with the other two, the Supreme knew—this was the greatest crisis he had faced today.
So he reached behind him, grasping into the void, and when his hand returned, he scattered over a hundred objects shimmering with holy light.
These were treasures—over a hundred divine artifacts, accumulated over centuries by the Elder Council, the last remnants of countless great battles. Countless elders had poured their hearts and souls into refining these immortal treasures.
Yet in the Supreme’s hands, they were scattered like mere beans, casually thrown away.
These treasures collided with Yang Hao’s sword beams, unleashing astonishing energy that even shattered spatial storm rifts one after another.
The Supreme’s resolve in using these treasures, and the sheer brilliance of his technique, was breathtaking. Any one of these artifacts, in the hands of a cultivator, could become the symbol of an entire lineage. Yet the Supreme had tossed them out without hesitation, sacrificing them to counter Yang Hao’s divine combat techniques.
Naturally, in addition to clearing the sky of sword beams, the Supreme also seized the initiative in battle. The moment Yang Hao’s attack ended and before his next move began—that was the Supreme’s opportunity.
Suddenly, the Supreme’s body expanded, his translucent form surpassing the limits of a human body, transforming into a colossal divine statue, larger than the stars themselves.
At this moment, the Supreme was just as he had been when he descended upon the Elder Mountain—serene and majestic. But his eyes were filled with cold disdain.
With a slight raise of his hand, beams of holy light spilled from his fingertips. The light was pure white, sacred and untouchable—yet when it fell around Yang Hao, it transformed into rays of lethal radiance.
During the battle on the Elder Mountain, the Supreme had used this very technique to effortlessly annihilate the rebels.
This was the Supreme’s mastery of the Light Mystery.
Using the energy of light to kill—this was something the Supreme had comprehended over his long cultivation journey. Among the Creator God’s many mysteries, the Spatial Mystery was the most complex, while the Light Mystery was the most powerful.
Every Creator God had once been called the God of Light. And the beginning of every world started with light—because within light lay the most primal and immense power.
Yang Hao had no way to dodge. The Supreme’s colossal form had expanded to such a scale that his holy light now enveloped the entire star system, spanning multiple dimensions.
Yang Hao was trapped in a prison of light, forced to endure with his body alone.
Beside him, nine translucent figures materialized, their voices rising in a chorus of clear chants. It was a scene as magnificent as the descent of gods and buddhas—yet in truth, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.
The light struck the translucent figures shielding Yang Hao’s true form, clattering like hail against glass.
The holy light and the translucent figures were nearly identical in energy. Their collisions triggered explosions that shook the universe, creating black holes of energy around Yang Hao’s projections—only for them to vanish just as suddenly. The power of countless stars was being consumed at a frenzied pace by the two.
Time raced forward. The Supreme poured out his holy light without restraint, attacking Yang Hao relentlessly. But even his divine energy had its limits, and his assault was gradually weakening.
Yang Hao, too, was in dire straits. Six of his nine translucent figures had already been shattered, leaving only three barely protecting him.
Both were at the Flying Immortal level, their divine power nearly equal. If this stalemate continued, they would exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a victor.
The Supreme knew this well. Suddenly, he withdrew his attack, and the holy light dissipated into the dark void, plunging the surroundings back into icy blackness.
But soon, the darkness was replaced by a cyan radiance.
The Supreme, with lightning speed, transformed into a massive azure dragon, streaking toward Yang Hao.
**Divine Dragon Sword Art!**
After a thousand years, the Supreme had finally unleashed this technique again—the very sword art that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the entire Alchemy Sect.
As the roaring dragon cut through the void, it was as if one era had finally collided with another.
Yang Hao tossed a sword pill into his mouth, and instantly, his body erupted in raging flames. The strongest sword technique in Alchemy Sect history—**Blazing Sword Art**—burst forth.
Yang Hao’s body transformed into a towering giant wreathed in fire, gripping a massive sword ablaze with fury. With a mighty swing, he aimed straight for the dragon’s head.
Back on the Elder Mountain, Yang Hao had used this very technique to sever Wu Yi’s dragon head, crushing him utterly.
But there was no doubt—the Supreme and Wu Yi were on entirely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword Art, the Supreme’s azure dragon was unrivaled in the universe, looking down upon all life.
When Yang Hao’s flaming sword clashed with the divine dragon, it triggered the greatest cosmic explosion in history.
The sheer force of their collision sent shockwaves through the universe, distorting the orbits of planets across the Thunderstar System and thousands of neighboring star systems. The residual energy even shot into the distance, providing a continuous source of power for future cosmic reshaping.
Yang Hao and the Supreme were blasted apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. But their energy was nearly depleted, leaving them at the mercy of the shockwaves.
At the center of the explosion, a chasm as vast as a cliff tore open—a massive rift in the fabric of the dimensional universe.
They had pierced the heavens.
A torrent of dazzling, multicolored light poured through the cosmic breach, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Supreme.
This light came from other dimensional universes, like fresh water flooding in from distant rivers.
Yang Hao gazed silently at the Supreme through the crystalline barrier of light.
The Supreme, panting, stared back.
The battle between them had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the deadliest.
And they both knew—if neither emerged victorious, if no true successor claimed the Creator God’s power—the influx of energy from other dimensions would soon overwhelm and destroy this universe.
Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he sought to protect—would be obliterated by these seemingly beautiful rays of light.
So he had no choice. He had to win.
Yang Hao raised the **Axe of the Divine Sovereign** high once more. The silver great-axe shimmered in his grasp, its radiance as intoxicating as the last rays of a setting sun.
“One final strike!” Yang Hao murmured. Beyond the barrier of light, the Supreme’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.
Yang Hao began to chant—a song to awaken the divine souls sealed within the axe.
**”Song of the Divine Souls!”**
As his mournful melody rose, the souls within the axe stirred.
The soul of the Shining Clan wailed in sorrow.
The soul of the Garuda shrieked in fury.
The soul of the Dragon Clan roared in defiance.
The soul of the Titans bellowed in rage.
And the soul of the Dark Angel King unleashed its final wrath.
Yang Hao tightened his grip on the axe and leaped high, pouring every ounce of his remaining strength into the weapon. With unimaginable speed and power, he swung down toward the Supreme’s head.
**”Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!”**
With each shout, a divine technique erupted from the axe.
The Shining Clan’s **Time Reversal** froze time for three full seconds—so though Yang Hao had only just raised the axe, in the next instant, he was already above the Supreme.
The Dragon Clan’s **Dragon’s Roar** repelled all stellar energy in all directions, leaving the Supreme with no escape.
The Garuda’s golden radiance blinded the Supreme, stripping him of his vision in an instant.
The Titan’s full weight was channeled into the axe, making this strike surpass all known limits of power.
And the Dark Angel King, Sa’an, poured all his life’s experience, all his combat mastery, and all the fury of a lifetime hunted by the Light Angels—into this single blow.
This final strike was not just Yang Hao’s—it was the combined might of the Five Divine Sovereigns, all converging to ensure a single, decisive kill.
How could the Supreme escape? His retreat was cut off, his energy nearly spent. Though he still possessed the Flaming Bow and other divine artifacts, he seemed to have no options left.
But just as the silver axe-light was about to strike the Supreme’s head—
The Supreme suddenly lifted his gaze. His eyes did not reflect despair—but vitality, and an unyielding will to fight.
With a swift motion, the Supreme reached out and retrieved nine objects in his hands.
**Divine Artifacts!**
The Flaming Bow!
The Sword of Divine Wrath!
The Sword of the Beast’s Heart!
The Sword of Gravity!
The Sword of Treasures!
The Sword of the Stars!
The Sword of Healing!
The Sword of the Multitude!
The Staff of Brahma’s Light!
The Shield of Holy Radiance!
Every divine artifact the Supreme possessed was now in his grasp.
Then—he clenched his fist.
In an instant, all these divine artifacts—crafted by the Creator God himself—were crushed to dust in his palm. Even the Flaming Bow was destroyed.
From this moment on, the Flaming Bow would exist no more. The Ten Divine Swords were no more.
Though the artifacts were shattered, the Creator God’s power sealed within them erupted forth. This energy, accumulated over eons and slowly released through the artifacts, now exploded in an instant—its force far surpassing even the Axe of the Divine Sovereign.
An endless golden radiance—pure Creator God energy—burst from the Supreme’s palm, illuminating the descending axe.
The divine power repelled the axe’s force, and the techniques of the Five Divine Sovereigns were nullified by this primordial energy. Even the Five Sovereigns themselves had been created by the Creator God—they could transcend this universe, but they could not oppose the Creator’s supreme might.
Even Yang Hao’s body was grievously wounded. Several beams of golden light pierced through him, shattering his last remaining translucent projections.
Though the Supreme had lost all his divine artifacts, he now held overwhelming advantage. Yang Hao was exhausted, his energy drained, his body severely injured—barely able to sustain his existence in the cosmos.
But the Supreme still had one last reserve of strength.
He reached out and caught the falling axe. Yang Hao did not resist, drifting back slightly as the Supreme seized the weapon.
**”This is mine now!”** The moment the Supreme grasped the axe, he was stunned by the torrent of divine energy within. He could scarcely believe that these divine beings had truly sealed their power—their very souls—into this weapon forever.
Such proud beings—yet they had done it.
But what did it matter now?
The Axe of the Divine Sovereign was in his hands.
The Supreme raised the axe high, roaring, **”Mine!! The last divine artifact in this universe—is MINE!!!”**
Every divine artifact in existence had been destroyed in this battle. And now, the axe—surpassing even the Flaming Bow—stood as the supreme artifact of this world.
Yet now, it had been stolen by the Supreme.
The Supreme channeled his energy into the axe. Though he sensed the discontent and sorrow of the souls within, the weapon still gleamed with dazzling silver light.
A single axe-beam slashed toward Yang Hao.
This was merely a test—Yang Hao dodged easily. But the Supreme was now certain—this weapon was his to command. He had mastered it.
**”Yang Hao!”** the Supreme bellowed, brandishing the silver axe. **”What do you have left? Your last divine artifact is mine! What else can you possibly rely on?”**
Yang Hao’s tone was strange as he replied, **”You wanted to take this axe from the very first moment you saw it, didn’t you?”**
**”Of course!”** the Supreme sneered. **”I am the only true god in this world! Divine artifacts belong to me! Only the strongest deserves such a weapon!”**
Yang Hao lifted his head calmly. **”Within this axe are sealed the souls of five Divine Sovereigns.”**
**”Foolish!”** the Supreme scoffed. **”Do you think I can’t sense them? The Flaming Bow held just one god, yet its power was immense. This axe holds five—FIVE!”**
“The Semitic God, Kuang Louluo, the Titan God, the Black Dragon God, and the Dark Angel King — these five Primordial Gods did not, like Zhurong, get deceived into entering the divine artifact. Instead, they willingly sacrificed their lives to be sealed within the Primordial God’s Axe,” said Yang Hao.
But the Zun could not listen. In his eyes, only greater power and might were worthy of his attention.
Yang Hao continued murmuring, “All the gods have realized their past sins. They regret initiating wave after wave of divine and demonic wars. Therefore, they do not resent the divine tribulation and sealing bestowed upon you. However, now you have replaced the divine and demonic wars and become the universe’s number one enemy.”
The Zun glared at Yang Hao coldly. Cosmic mists shimmered across the universe, and brilliant clusters of energy from other realms flowed like mercury across vast distances. Yet these two supreme beings simply continued speaking their own monologues.
“In order to stop you from destroying this universe and the entire world, the five Primordial Gods initiated a plan. The first step of this plan was to seal their divine souls into the Night Axe.”
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