Chapter 278: The Strongest Divine Artifact

But Yang Hao and the至尊, standing amidst the divine miracle, seemed frozen in awe.

As the holy light flowed over Yang Hao like water and gradually dried, Yang Hao gazed blankly at the distant nebula flower.

The gods had once told him that when this nebula flower bloomed, it would reveal a path—the very point where the Creator God had hidden his energy after his demise.

Now was the time.

The nebula flower was slowly brightening. Although it had bloomed from Yang Hao’s body, when projected against the cosmic background, it drew energy from countless stars across the universe. Now, one could almost see with the naked eye, burning stars channeling their stellar power toward it, transforming the nebula flower from dark red to fiery red. Its colors grew increasingly radiant, until finally, it resembled a blazing flame flower.

Suddenly, from the center of the flower’s nine petals, a red light band shot out, extending forward until it flowed to Yang Hao’s feet, as if spreading a red carpet for him.

The至尊 and Yang Hao stepped onto this crimson light band almost simultaneously. With their Immortal Realm cultivation, traversing the entire universe was effortless. Yet, guided by the nebula flower, their speed became even swifter.

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 massive stellar energy. Thus, its power was truly extraordinary.

Yang Hao and the Supreme One did not launch a direct attack. Like collaborators, they let the light of the nebula flower guide them through the universe at an incredible speed.

Unknown to how much time had passed, when they finally reached their destination, they discovered they had already crossed half the universe. The location was familiar not only to the Supreme, but also to Yang Hao.

Because it was from here that his cultivation journey had begun.

Yang Hao turned his head, staring blankly at a nearby star. Its familiar color and unchanged orbital pattern reminded him of the days when he was still a student at school.

That was Remon Star, where Yang Hao first met Hunyuanzi and became the heir of the Dan Ding Sect. It was there he met Ming Huang and opened his own herbal medicine shop.

Back then, Yang Hao could never have imagined achieving such heights, or becoming the true ruler of this universe.

Although the nebula flower had brought them here, it did not end. The red beam abruptly condensed, resembling a needle, and suddenly pierced through a distant galaxy. The previously chaotic cosmic void was pierced by this beam, creating a hole.

Yang Hao and the Supreme’s faces changed dramatically. From the hole, they sensed an overwhelmingly powerful force.

It was a power beyond human or even divine comprehension. Compared to such power, even a high-level deity like the Golden Dragon God was like a pebble compared to the entire universe.

This vastness was unimaginable. Even a tiny ripple of energy leaking from the hole was like a giant wave, sweeping Yang Hao and the Zun helplessly along.

These two, already the sovereigns of this universe and its most powerful beings, could barely resist even a minor ripple from the hole’s periphery.

The nebula flower shattered with a bang, like a crystal flower exploding into sparkling red powder, dispersing into the void.

Everything fell silent once more.

Seeing the nebula flower shatter, Yang Hao’s expression darkened. He had once promised the Primordial Gods to complete this mission, but now those gods had long been reduced to divine souls within his axe, never to witness this moment.

But the至尊 continued to stare intently at the hole, his heart pierced by countless rays of light, his excitement overwhelming.

“Never would I have thought it would be here,” the Supreme One shook his head.

Not even the Supreme One could have imagined, let alone all beings in the universe combined, that the Creator God’s energy would be concealed beyond the outer spiral arm of the galaxy—precisely at the point where the imperial fleet’s expansion had reached its cosmic boundary.

Years ago, when the Galactic Empire expanded aggressively, it had been halted here by Heide and Situhai, halting its advance without moving forward even a centimeter.

Yet who could have imagined that less than a light-year from that ancient battlefield lay the Creator God’s energy—the Supreme One had sought for years.

The至尊’s sorrow was beyond others’ comprehension. He had devoted years to this pursuit, yet success had always remained just out of reach. If only he had ordered a one-light-year advance 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 slips away.

Yet the Supreme One was still fortunate, for today, he had finally arrived.

After decades of struggle and painstaking efforts, his sole hope had been to locate the Creator God’s hidden power—and now, it had finally become reality.

The Creator God’s residual power after his death was hidden inside the hole before them. The crystalline glow within seemed eager for someone to inherit it.

The至尊 could sense that, compared to the energy emanating from the hole, all the stellar power he had previously absorbed was insignificant. The Creator God had used merely one percent of his energy to create the world, while the remaining portion was concealed deep within this hole. Whoever inherited this power would become the new Creator God.

Everything had reached its climax. Now, only one opponent remained to be dealt with.

The至尊 observed Yang Hao, who still had his eyes closed, sensing the energy emanating from the hole and the torrent of memories surging within his heart. A cold smile curved his lips.

It was over. His millennia-long goal, the massive slaughter of countless lives—it was all over. There would be no need for sharing the world or an era of dual gods.

Now, all he needed was to kill this young man before him, and the power within the hole would be his alone. And he, of course, would become the sole supreme god of this world.

From now on, he would be the true one and only god.

The至尊 waved his hand, reaching into a sealed space and retrieving the Flame Fusion Bow. With a casual flick of his fingers, he summoned a divine sword.

The Sword of Judgment.

The至尊 drew the bow and used the Sword of Judgment as an arrow, its icy sharp edge aimed directly at Yang Hao.

“Yang Hao, from today on, the Dan Ding Sect will no longer exist,” the Zun sneered. “Everything from now on will be mine.”

“Do you really think you can control everything with one hand?” Yang Hao turned his head, his gaze as piercing as ice, staring at the Zun, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

The至尊 even felt that Yang Hao’s killing intent was denser and more intense than his own.

His perception was correct.

Because before this battle, Yang Hao had already clearly understood that between them, one must die. This was an outcome of mutual destruction—wherever there are gods, there is war. The era of dual gods was an era of endless conflict.

Yang Hao’s desire to kill the Zun was sown the moment he joined the Dan Ding Sect. As time passed and he witnessed more and more events, uncovering greater secrets, that seed had grown into a towering tree.

Alas, the one destined to die today should be the至尊.

The flames of the Flame Fusion Bow surged fiercely, and Yang Hao heard the familiar roar of Zhurong. Meanwhile, a sinister black glow spread along the Sword of Judgment.

It was truly admirable how the Supreme One had combined these two divine artifacts.

Yang Hao extended his hand, and the Primordial God’s Axe already rested in his palm.

The至尊’s eyes widened instantly. “What is that?”

Yang Hao sneered. “This is the mightiest divine artifact in the world. Although it recently appeared, it has already surpassed the Flame Fusion Bow. It was not created by the Creator God, yet it is stronger than any of the thirty divine artifacts crafted by the Creator God!”

“Impossible!!” the Supreme roared. Yet he seemed to sense the five roaring divine souls sealed within the Primordial God’s Axe. The flames of the Flame Fusion Bow flickered and dimmed beneath the cries of the five souls. Still, the Supreme shook his head repeatedly. “Impossible, impossible! How could there possibly be a weapon in this world stronger than the thirty divine artifacts of the Creator God?”

“The Creator God could create this world, but could not change it.”

Yang Hao gripped the axe with both hands, a shocking aura surging from the axe into his body. His majestic determination made his robes flutter and radiant light burst forth. “Don’t you know that every life in this world is free? They can choose a greater existence.”

The至尊’s pupils constricted. He had already sensed that the Primordial God’s Axe contained the divine souls of the five Primordial Gods. This transformation left the至尊 in disbelief. He had never imagined that any god would willingly sacrifice their life to become a weapon in Yang Hao’s hands.

And not just any gods—these were the five mightiest Primordial Gods in the world.

“Why would they do this?” the Supreme One roared.

“Because this world no longer needs you!!”

Enraged, the Supreme One unleashed the Flame Fusion Bow with full force. The Sword of Judgment, imbued with black malevolence and his own Yin-based divine power, soared toward Yang Hao like a black wraith—a veritable dark spectral light.

Yang Hao did not dodge. He raised the Primordial God’s Axe high and shouted, “Haaa!!”

A blinding silver light erupted from the Primordial God’s Axe, piercing through all darkness. Yang Hao leaped high and swung the axe without hesitation. This single strike concentrated Yang Hao’s Immortal Realm power and the immense might within the Primordial God’s Axe, crashing heavily onto the Sword of Judgment.

This was the first decisive battle between the Primordial God’s Axe and the Flame Fusion Bow—two supreme divine artifacts.

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, completely disintegrated under this silver light, chopped into extremely fine black threads.

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 horizontally, his eyes filled with piercing murderous intent. He gave the至尊 no chance to react. With a flick of his hand, countless white blades materialized before the至尊.

These ten thousand white blades were the sword essence passed down by Situhai. They danced like snowflakes around the Zhi zun, unleashing a snowstorm of unparalleled magnitude.

“Trivial tricks!!” the Supreme scoffed coldly.

With Immortal Realm power, such an essence was not difficult to handle.

The至尊 extended his hand, and “Undying Sword,” “Treasure Sword,” and “Illusion-Dissolving Sword” appeared in his palm. Gripping the three divine swords, he spun them like a flying wheel, blocking those snow blades.

The至尊 extended his hand, and the “Sword of Immortality,” the “Treasure Sword,” and the “Illusion-Dissolving Sword” materialized in his palm. Clasping the three divine blades, he whirled them like a soaring disc, intercepting those razor-sharp snowflakes midair.

Yang Hao noticed that the Supreme’s sword-holding posture was exactly the same as the old Sword Saint’s—equally graceful, as if holding several brushes.

The three divine swords were naturally superior to the small sword blades. Wherever the divine swords struck, Yang Hao’s sword essence would dissipate like bubbles.

But the至尊 had not anticipated that with Yang Hao’s current level, he would not resort to such a simplistic technique.

“Ominous arrival!” Yang Hao’s sharp voice exploded in the air.

Suddenly, each of the countless sword blades erupted with black energy, three fingers long.

Ten thousand sword blades meant ten thousand omens of impending doom.

This was the first fusion of sword essence and flame essence, an unprecedented and unique scene in the history of divine wars.

In an instant, the Supreme was trapped in a desperate situation. Around him, it was no longer merely sword light, but also the accumulated wrath of the Fire God over ten thousand years, carried forth by the Omen of Calamity.

This omen of misfortune, once attached to someone, could never be shaken off. It would burn from the tips of one’s fingers all the way into one’s soul.

Unprepared, the至尊’s three divine swords were instantly incinerated the moment they clashed with the sword blades.

Normally, with the Supreme One’s strength, he could have easily exerted a bit of effort to expel the Xiong Lin from the swords and recover the three divine blades. However, now surrounded by ten thousand sword blades infused with Xiong Lin, if he lost focus for even an instant, he would be pierced through by the blades—likely facing the horrifying fate of being burned alive.

But he remained the Supreme One, decisive when necessary. He immediately let go, allowing the raging flames to devour the three divine swords. At the same time, the explosive power of the swords neutralized nearly half of the sword blades.

But Yang Hao’s essence technique was not yet complete. Even with only half the sword blades remaining, it was sufficient for him.

“Space Rift!!”

Yang Hao’s voice, like the rending of metal and the splitting of cloth, erupted once more above the Zun’s head. The sword blades encircling the Zun transformed again; each blade shattered the cosmic expanse. With Yang Hao’s frenzied infusion of energy, they tore through countless dimensions, unleashing devastating spatial storms.

Death finally smiled upon the Supreme One.

Now surrounding the Supreme was a supreme divine technique that combined three different essences.

Sword essence, flame essence, and space essence.

Five thousand sword blades already possessed the power to slice someone into countless fragments. The flame’s fire could burn from flesh to soul. And now, each space storm could shatter all life into the most fundamental molecules.

Combined into one, they surged toward the Supreme One.

This was not a technique to kill—it was a god-slaying technique.

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, nor the Saint Realm expert from Yuanlao Mountain who would rather die than surrender.

Yang Hao had long since become a god of the Immortal Realm, a master of countless essences and divine powers in this universe.

But the Supreme One realized too late. He had already fallen into a desperate situation.

Desperation… was not yet death.

After all, the至尊had ruled this universe for a thousand years. He had faced countless powerful enemies. Surviving until today, aside from his ruthless nature, he also possessed a sharpness and quick reaction speed unmatched by others.

Just as Yang Hao’s space essence merged with the other two, the至尊already sensed this was the greatest crisis he had encountered today. Thus, he reached behind him into the void. When he drew his hand back, he scattered hundreds of glowing divine artifacts.

These were hundreds of divine treasures, accumulated over centuries by the Senate and preserved through countless great battles. No one knew how many elders had devoted their lives and exhausted their efforts to cultivate these treasures.

Yet in the Supreme One’s hands, they were as casual as scattering beans—easily cast aside.

These divine treasures collided with Yang Hao’s sword blades, exploding with shocking energy, even destroying each space storm portal one by one.

The至尊’s determination to wield divine treasures and his exquisite techniques were truly awe-inspiring. Each of these hundreds of treasures, in the hands of cultivators, could become a family’s emblem. Yet to the至尊, they were merely cast out casually, annihilating Yang Hao’s essence techniques all at once.

Naturally, the Supreme not only swept away the countless sword blades but also regained the initiative in the battle. As Yang Hao’s current move reached its limit and before a new technique could be initiated, it became the Supreme’s chance to strike.

Suddenly, the Supreme One’s body shot upward, his crystalline-like ethereal form abruptly transcending human physical limits, transforming into a colossal holy statue vaster than stars themselves.

At this moment, the Supreme One was just like when Yuanlao Mountain descended—exuding solemnity and tranquility—but his gaze was filled with contempt and disdain.

The至尊 slightly raised his hand, and countless rays of holy light poured forth from his fingertips. These beams were of a milky white hue, exuding supreme sanctity; however, as they descended around Yang Hao, they transformed into piercing shafts of killing light.

During the Yuanlao Mountain battle, the Supreme had used this very technique to easily annihilate the rebels.

This was the至尊’s Light Essence.

Killing with light energy—this was a technique that the Supreme had self-realized through his long cultivation process. Among the Creator God’s various essences, the Space Essence was the most complex, while the Light Essence was the most powerful.

Each Creator God was once called the God of Light. And the beginning of each world started with light, precisely because light contained immense fundamental power.

Yang Hao had no way to dodge. Because the至尊had transformed into such a massive body, his holy light covered the entire star system, along with multiple realms.

Yang Hao was like trapped in a light prison, forced to withstand it with his body.

Beside Yang Hao, nine琉璃 illusions formally appeared, emitting a chorus of bright chants. This spectacle was even more magnificent than divine beings descending from the heavens, yet in reality, it was Yang Hao unleashing his divine might.

The holy light falling onto the illusory琉璃 protections surrounding Yang Hao was like hail striking glass, producing a series of clinking sounds.

The holy light and the illusions were almost identical in energy. Their collision continuously triggered cosmic-shaking explosions, creating countless energy black holes near Yang Hao’s illusions, which then abruptly vanished. Countless stellar energies were consumed crazily by the two.

Time was flying by. The Supreme One was recklessly pouring out holy light, launching relentless attacks against Yang Hao. However, his divine power had its limits and was gradually weakening.

Meanwhile, Yang Hao’s situation was also dire. His nine琉璃 illusions had already been shattered six times, leaving only the last three barely protecting him.

Both were at the Immortal Realm, with almost equal divine power. If they continued to waste energy like this, they would probably exhaust all the stellar energy they had absorbed without determining a winner.

The至尊naturally understood this. Suddenly, he retracted everything. The holy light completely vanished in the pitch-black universe, and the surroundings fell into icy darkness.

But soon, this darkness was replaced by cyan light.

The至尊 had transformed into a cyan dragon at lightning speed, shooting toward Yang Hao.

The Divine Dragon Sword!!

After a millennium, the Supreme One finally used this move again—the sword that had once defeated Hunyuanzi and annihilated the entire Dan Ding Sect.

As the roaring dragon soared across the sky, it was as if one era and another had finally converged.

Yang Hao popped a sword丹 into his mouth. Instantly, flames roared around his body. The Dan Ding Sect’s strongest sword in history, the “Blazing Sword,” began to erupt.

Translation:

Yang Hao placed a sword pill into his mouth. Instantly, raging flames surged around his body. The Dan Ding Sect’s most powerful sword in history, the “Blazing Sword,” began to erupt.

Yang Hao’s body transformed into a towering giant engulfed in roaring flames. In his hands, he gripped a colossal sword, its blade shimmering with flickering fire. He aimed at the Dragon Head of the Zunzhi and slashed down with fierce force.

Back on Yuanlao Mountain, Yang Hao had severed Wu Yi’s dragon head with this very sword strike, defeating Wu Yi decisively.

But undoubtedly, the Zhi Zun and Wu Yi were on completely different levels. As the creator of the Divine Dragon Sword, the Zhi Zun’s dragon completely dominated the universe, looking down upon all beings.

When Yang Hao’s flame sword collided with the dragon, the largest cosmic explosion in history occurred.

Unprecedented energy mutually annihilated and clashed in their collision. Half of the universe felt the shockwave from this explosion. The entire Remon Star System and thousands of nearby star systems experienced shifts in their planetary orbits. Even massive amounts of energy were propelled into the distance, providing continuous energy for the future reshaping of the galaxy.

Yang Hao and the Zhi Zun were violently blown apart by the explosion, reverting to their original forms. However, their energies were nearly exhausted, leaving them at the mercy of the shockwave that separated them.

At the center of the explosion, a cliff-like rift appeared. This universe had been blasted open by their clash, creating a massive rift.

They had torn the sky apart.

Colorful, dazzling light poured in from the rift in the other universe, forming a radiant barrier between Yang Hao and the Zun.

These lights were pouring in from other universes, like fresh water flowing into a new channel.

Beyond the crystalline light barrier, Yang Hao silently watched the Zun.

The至尊 also panted and looked at him.

The battle between the two had reached its final moment. The next strike would likely be the most decisive.

And they both clearly understood that if no final winner emerged between them to inherit the Creator God’s power, the energy spillover between dimensions would soon collapse this universe.

Everything Yang Hao loved, everything he wanted to protect, would be destroyed by this seemingly beautiful light.

Therefore, he had no choice but to win.

Yang Hao raised the Primordial God’s Axe high once more. The silver axe radiated a mesmerizing glow in his hands, like the final sunset illuminating the world for the last time.

“The final move!” Yang Hao murmured inwardly. Behind the dazzling light barrier, the至尊’s gaze ignited his fighting spirit.

Yang Hao began to sing a song—the hymn to awaken the divine souls within the Primordial God’s Axe.

“Divine Soul Hymn!”

With his mournful song, the Shanyu divine soul wailed, the Goulouluo divine soul screamed, the Longzu divine soul roared, the Titan divine soul bellowed, and the Antiansheng royal divine soul unleashed its final fury.

Yang Hao thrust the axe forward, leaping high and channeling all his physical strength into the divine axe. With unimaginable speed and power, he slashed toward the Zhizun’s head.

“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!!”

With each “kill” shouted by Yang Hao, a divine technique erupted from the Primordial God’s Axe.

The Semitic divine cloud flowed backward, stopping time for three full seconds, so that Yang Hao had just lifted the axe, but in the next instant, he was already flying above the Zhi Zun.

The Dragon Clan’s dragon roar repelled the stellar power coming from all directions, leaving even the Supreme with no place to retreat.

Guang Louluo released the golden light of the Garuda, blinding the Zunzhi and causing him to lose his vision momentarily.

The Titan poured his entire weight into the Primordial God’s Axe. The power of this single strike now surpassed any known limit.

And An天使王 Sa’an, who had devoted his entire life, all his combat skills, and the accumulated anger and rage from being relentlessly pursued by the Light Angels, fused all of it into this single strike.

Therefore, this final strike was not only executed by Yang Hao but also infused with the full energy of the five Primordial Gods, aiming for a decisive blow.

How could the Supreme escape? His routes of escape had been severed, and his strength was nearly depleted. Although he still possessed the炎融弓 (Flame-Fusion Bow) and various divine artifacts, it seemed he had run out of options.

Just as Yang Hao’s silver axe light was about to land on the至尊’s head.

The至尊 suddenly raised his head. What shone in his eyes was not despair, but vitality and an intense fighting spirit.

The至尊stretched out both hands, and when he pulled them back, he held nine items.

Divine artifacts!

炎融弓! 神恕之剑! 兽心之剑! 引力之剑! 瑰宝之剑! 星辰之剑! 治疗之剑! 众心之剑! 梵光杖! 圣光盾!

All the至尊’s divine artifacts were now in his hands.

Then, he clenched his fists, and astonishingly, all these divine artifacts created by the Creator God were crushed in his palms. These divine artifacts, including the Flame-Fusion Bow, were completely destroyed by the Supreme Sovereign in one go.

From this moment on, there would be no more Flame-Fusion Bow, no more Ten Divine Swords.

Although the divine artifacts were destroyed, the power nurtured by the Creator God within them erupted completely. This energy had been stored within the divine artifacts for a long time, used gradually by the artifacts. Now, it exploded all at once, and its power far exceeded that of the Primordial God’s Axe.

Endless

The Creator God’s golden light erupted from the Supreme One’s palms, illuminating the Primordial God’s Axe as it fiercely descended, completely nullifying its power. The techniques of the five Primordial Gods were also dispelled by this primordial energy. After all, even the five Primordial Gods themselves were creations of the Creator God. Although they possessed the power to transcend this universe, they could not resist the immense divine might of the Creator God.

Even Yang Hao’s body was severely wounded by this golden light. Several beams pierced through his body, and the last few Líu lí illusions were shattered into nothing.

Although the Supreme One had lost all his divine artifacts, the current situation was clearly in his favor. Yang Hao was exhausted, his strength completely drained, and severely injured. Even maintaining his existence in the universe was now difficult.

But the Supreme One still had a final reserve of strength.

He extended his hand and blocked the falling Primordial God’s Axe. Yang Hao did not resist or struggle but drifted a little distance away, allowing the Zhizun to take the long axe.

“This is mine!!” The Supreme seized the Primordial God’s Axe and was shocked by the surging divine energy within it. He couldn’t imagine that those divine beings would willingly seal their power and souls into this long axe forever.

Such proud beings had actually done so.

But so what?

Now, this Primordial God’s Axe had still fallen into the Supreme’s hands.

The至尊 gripped it tightly with both hands, raising it high and roaring: “It’s mine!! This world’s only divine artifact is mine!!”

All the divine artifacts that could be found in the universe had been destroyed in this battle. And the Primordial God’s Axe, surpassing the Flame Fusion Bow in power, was clearly the supreme divine artifact in this world.

But unfortunately, this divine artifact had now been seized by the Supreme Sovereign.

The至尊 injected a stream of power into the Primordial God’s Axe. Although he felt the divine souls within the axe’s discontent and sorrow, the axe still emitted a dazzling silver light.

A single axe light slashed toward Yang Hao.

This was merely a test from the Supreme Being. Yang Hao easily dodged it, but the Supreme Being was now fully convinced that this long axe was under his control. He had already gripped it tightly.

“Yang Hao!!” The Supreme raised the silver axe and roared, “What do you have left?”

You’ve already lost your last divine artifact. What do you have left?”

“When you first saw this silver axe, you wanted to take it, didn’t you?” Yang Hao’s tone was strange.

“Exactly!” The Supreme sneered. “I am the one and only god in this world. Divine artifacts naturally belong to me. Only the strongest can possess such a weapon!!”

Yang Hao raised his head, expression calm. “Within this Primordial God’s Axe, five Primordial God souls are sealed.”

“Useless talk!” The Supreme One snorted. “Don’t I know that? The Fusion Bow sealed one god and had such power. This axe contains five!”

“Shan Clan God, Gou Lou Luo, Titan God, Black Dragon God, and Dark Angel King—these five Primordial Gods did not enter the axe like Zhurong, deceived into it. They willingly gave up their lives to seal themselves into the Primordial God’s Axe.” Yang Hao explained.

But the至尊was not listening. In his view, only greater power and might were worth his attention.

Yang Hao continued murmuring, “All the gods have come to realize their past sins. They regret having launched wave after wave of divine and demonic wars. Therefore, they do not resent the至尊’s divine seal. Yet now, you have taken the place of those divine and demonic wars, becoming the greatest enemy of this universe.”

The至尊 looked coldly at Yang Hao. Cosmic light flowed through the universe, and radiant energy clusters from other dimensions poured in like mercury stretching for miles. Yet, these two supreme beings began conversing with each other.

“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 axe.”