The Supreme suddenly felt something amiss. Even though he had exhausted most of his energy today, he should still have been able to hover in space and firmly grasp the axe. But all of a sudden, the axe began to tremble, emitting strange waves of power. It didn’t feel like the energy of any known Primordial Deity. This mysterious force began to seep through the handle of the axe into his hand, then up his wrist and into his arm, spreading rapidly through his body like an unstoppable tide.
Yang Hao’s gaze was as sharp as a blade. “The Primordial Deities understand you well. They know you’ve always pursued the greatest power, so they knew you would come for this axe. And conveniently, our plan was precisely for you to take it.”
“What?!” The Supreme panicked. He suddenly discovered he couldn’t move. The energy from the axe was like a parasite inside his body, entwining every inch of him, freezing every limb and organ.
Even more terrifying was that the energy immobilizing him was being replenished from within his own body.
“The second step of this plan was always for you to take the Primordial Deity’s axe,” Yang Hao finally said calmly, gazing coldly at The Supreme. “And the third step is that the souls of the five Primordial Deities will fuse within the axe. Eventually, they will become a single force—a combination of all divine power. This force will open a seal within your body.”
“A seal?!” The Supreme roared in fear. “What kind of seal? What does it do?”
“It’s the opposite of the kind of seal you’re familiar with,” Yang Hao explained. “This seal was left behind by the Creator God before his final moments. It is called ‘Life.’ Because unlike destruction or death, this seal brings eternal vitality to the world.”
The Supreme’s condition worsened. His entire body was now enveloped by the sealing power from the Primordial Deity’s axe. What little energy he had left swirled desperately around him as he tried to resist the seal. But it was useless. His body had already begun to lose sensation, completely frozen in place.
“The ‘Seal of Life’ will imprison you here forever, just one light-year away from the Creator God’s power,” Yang Hao said cruelly. “You won’t die. You will watch helplessly as the power you’ve pursued your entire life remains just out of reach.”
His voice was harsh. “And the seal will gradually draw energy from your body and pour it back into this universe. All the stellar power you’ve taken from this world, you will return, bit by bit, over countless eons.”
The Supreme’s heart sank. He finally understood Yang Hao’s meaning. This ‘Seal of Life’ was meant to bind him here eternally, making him an eternal energy source for the universe itself.
And he, The Supreme, would become an inexhaustible wellspring of power.
“No!!” The Supreme raged. “No! No! I am the only god in this world! The highest god! No one can seal me! No one!!”
“You were never the only god,” Yang Hao reminded him coldly. “You simply sealed those more powerful than you. But don’t forget—those people’s strength, wisdom, and courage were never sealed. Their retaliation is the consequence you face today.”
“What do you want?!” The Supreme tried to use his fury to break free, but it was already impossible. The Primordial Deity’s axe had completely taken control of his body, even his soul. Though he still had power, it was useless.
“You took too much,” Yang Hao flew closer, staring at The Supreme. “You must give it all back. Whatever you took from this world, whatever lives you stole, you must repay with your energy. Until you’ve paid it all back, you will be the universe’s energy source. You will be the reactor. You will be the one and only god who supplies life energy to the universe.”
The Supreme was stunned. He finally understood the depth of Yang Hao’s hatred, and the determination of the divine race that had orchestrated this entire scheme.
But The Supreme still believed he had a chance—at least, he could escape.
“It’s useless! It’s useless!” Suddenly, The Supreme laughed wildly, his eyes bloodshot. “Have you forgotten? I can travel between dimensions! If I escape this universe, I’ll be free! I’ll be free!”
With those words, The Supreme vanished from the cosmos along with the Primordial Deity’s axe, instantly shifting to another dimension.
There were countless dimensions, countless parallel universes. A being like The Supreme could traverse hundreds, even thousands of dimensions. If the seal was only effective in Yang Hao’s dimension, then The Supreme’s plan made sense—he only needed to escape to another dimension, and the seal would falter or even disappear.
But Yang Hao didn’t move. He wasn’t worried.
Because within seconds—mere seconds—The Supreme, now utterly broken, returned.
“How? How is this possible?!” The Supreme screamed in agony.
Yang Hao shook his head, smiling faintly. “I expected you to do this. So in the past month, while you were obsessively training and absorbing stellar energy, I crossed three thousand dimensions. At this exact coordinate in each dimension, I inscribed a Dan Ding sect formation. In each universe, I activated at least two hundred stars to complete one Dan Ding formation.”
“A Dan Ding sect formation?” The Supreme gasped. “What kind of formation?”
“You thought the only benefit of the ancient Dan Ding sect, which existed for thousands of years, was producing the successor of the Creator God?” Yang Hao sneered. “The greatest advantage of the Dan Ding formation is that it blocks dimensional travel. So no matter how many dimensions you cross from this coordinate, my stellar formations across three thousand dimensions will stop you.”
Three thousand dimensions—this covered every adjacent universe around Yang Hao’s universe. No matter how many spatial laws The Supreme understood, no matter how many dimensions he crossed, he couldn’t escape this prison that spanned three thousand dimensions.
It was a true prison. Though its effect was limited to the exact coordinate where The Supreme stood, if he simply moved one step, the dimensional prison would no longer affect him.
Unfortunately, The Supreme had already been frozen by the power from the Primordial Deity’s axe. He couldn’t even twitch.
“Why?” The Supreme suddenly realized a key point. “How did you know to set up the formations in advance? How did you know I would come here? How did you know I would stand at this coordinate?”
“Because I already knew the Creator God’s power was here.”
Yang Hao smiled. “As soon as the star cluster flower on my back bloomed, you would rush here without hesitation. Pursuing ultimate power has always been your only goal—and your only weakness.”
When Yang Hao became a Celestial Immortal, the Golden Dragon God gave him a coordinate—the location of the Creator God’s hidden power. Even though Yang Hao’s star cluster flower hadn’t bloomed yet, and he couldn’t inherit that power, he at least knew he could lure The Supreme here.
Then, through a series of battles, he forced The Supreme to step onto this coordinate. He pretended to let The Supreme take the Primordial Deity’s axe, and then activated the Seal of Life.
It was a meticulously planned trap, a chain of events orchestrated by the Primordial Deities, the Golden Dragon God, and Yang Hao working together.
And now, The Supreme’s end had finally come.
He was completely finished. Yang Hao’s stellar formation across three thousand dimensions was a cage around him, and the Primordial Deity’s axe in his hand was an unbreakable lock.
Once an unstoppable force ruling the cosmos, The Supreme could now barely move an inch. For eternity, he would remain here, the loneliest energy god, supplying power to the universe.
In the end, good and evil receive their due. This was the best fate for The Supreme.
But if it truly ended like this, The Supreme wouldn’t deserve to be called the greatest tyrant in the universe. He was the kind of person who, even in death, would drag the entire world into chaos.
In his eyes, he was the only one, the highest. Others should serve him in life and die with him in death.
So how could such a person simply stand here silently, letting others drain his energy?
The Supreme appeared like a statue, motionless. But suddenly, dark energy surged from his dantian, erupting outward.
Yang Hao, who was close by, was caught off guard. He was pulled toward The Supreme by this force. In an instant, Yang Hao was dragged right in front of him, their faces nearly touching.
Yang Hao felt the dark energy swirling around him, followed by an immense suction force—not pulling his power, but his very soul and body.
He felt as if he were being drawn into The Supreme’s body, as if the two were about to merge.
Yang Hao had already exhausted all his strength in the final strike earlier. Now, he had no power left to resist.
It was only natural. During the preparation month, The Supreme had constantly absorbed new energy, while Yang Hao had spent his strength crossing three thousand dimensions, activating countless stars to set up the Dan Ding formations. His energy reserves were depleted.
“For hundreds of years…” The Supreme’s voice returned, but this time it was no longer calm—it was dark, as if rising from the deepest abyss. “I wandered through countless dimensions, drifting endlessly in darkness. I could see hope just ahead, but I didn’t know it.”
“You’ve reached the end…” Yang Hao was weak. Held tightly by The Supreme, he knew what was coming, but he had no strength left to resist.
“In my endless darkness, I discovered a technique. All my other techniques were stolen or taken from others. But this one was my own creation.” The Supreme pulled Yang Hao even closer. “This technique is called ‘Erosion.’ I can draw everything into myself. We can merge. You will become part of me.”
Yang Hao was too exhausted to speak.
“So, for billions of years of loneliness, for this endless freeze, you will share it with me,” The Supreme cackled, his laughter filled with despair.
Though he was defeated, Yang Hao was defeated too. In this divine battle, there were no winners.
Yang Hao would fall with him into endless darkness, watching the power of the Creator God until the end of time.
What a beautiful ending.
Yang Hao closed his eyes, so exhausted he could barely breathe. The Supreme poured his last reserves into the Erosion technique. He had given up fighting the Primordial Deity’s axe and focused entirely on dragging Yang Hao down with him.
“If I die, someone must die with me.” That was The Supreme’s thought.
He was almost successful. Yang Hao’s body was weak and entangled with his, unable to resist. Just a little longer, and The Supreme would completely consume Yang Hao’s body—and even his soul.
Even if he couldn’t escape the Seal of Life, at least he would be the only one to win.
But The Supreme overlooked one key point. All day, he had been drawn by the Creator God’s power and the Primordial Deity’s axe. He hadn’t had time to consider a fact he should have remembered.
And often, the most deadly details are the ones we overlook.
The Supreme had forgotten someone. Someone who should have played a crucial role in this divine war, but had been forgotten due to his obscurity.
Being unknown doesn’t mean he doesn’t exist—it just means it wasn’t his time yet.
But now was the perfect moment.
After waiting a thousand years, Yuan Hun Zi finally had his chance.
“It’s up to you now, Master,” Yang Hao murmured, completely ignoring The Supreme.
When The Supreme heard those words, he suddenly realized something. He remembered—he had another enemy here. Hidden within Yang Hao’s dantian was Yuan Hun Zi, the greatest genius of the Dan Ding sect a thousand years ago. He had spent centuries wandering the cosmos in solitude, waiting for this moment to avenge his enemies and his beloved wife.
Now, the opportunity had finally come.
The Supreme was stunned, but his entire body was already frozen by the Primordial Deity’s axe. All his energy was focused on consuming Yang Hao’s body. He had no strength left to defend against Yuan Hun Zi.
However, the Supreme One paused for a moment, then laughed bitterly, saying, “No matter, no matter. Hunyuanzi, you’ve long been nothing more than a parasite living inside your disciple. You have no hands of your own, no body of your own. How will you kill me? How will you save your disciple?”
The Supreme One spoke the truth. Ever since leaving the Divine Realm, Hunyuanzi had worn the title of a wandering immortal, but in reality, he had become completely useless. He couldn’t leave Yang Hao’s body, nor could he unleash even a fraction of his former power. To call him a parasite was indeed accurate.
“But hatred accumulates, grows, and eventually erupts.”
Hunyuanzi’s voice was no longer as calm and gentle as usual. It was as if he had returned to the past, to that fateful night when the Supreme One slaughtered his way up to the Copper Cauldron Mountain.
It was the night Hunyuanzi officially became the leader of the Alchemy Sect—the most glorious moment of his life. He led his disciples to defeat the righteous sects so thoroughly they scattered like fallen petals. Then, from afar, he saw his wife gazing at him with tender affection.
Hunyuanzi would never forget that loving glance.
But it was all shattered soon after, torn apart by the Supreme One. Thousands of members of the Alchemy Sect were wiped out in an instant. Hunyuanzi’s wife was standing right in front of him when she was blown apart into a crimson mist.
There could be no greater hatred.
“Today is the day. I will use my own hands, my own hands, to kill you,” Hunyuanzi said with great difficulty.
As Hunyuanzi spoke, a strange phenomenon occurred. Yang Hao suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream. From his dantian, two pale, small hands emerged.
Though no larger than a child’s, these hands carried the power of a wandering immortal. They had torn through Yang Hao’s dantian and broken through his body to appear. The vital energy stored in Yang Hao’s inner elixir flowed out with his blood into the cosmos, forming a floating ribbon of milky white and blood red.
The Supreme One looked on in terror, as if witnessing the end of the world. Yet by now, he was utterly powerless to resist.
Hunyuanzi’s hands plunged deeply into the Supreme One’s body, shattering his dantian and even tearing apart the golden-formed infant soul inside. The Supreme One stared blankly at his lower abdomen as a torrent of milky-white energy surged outward like floodwaters bursting through a dam, unstoppable.
For thousands of years, he had toiled in solitude, absorbing hundreds of years’ worth of stellar energy. In an instant, all his efforts were undone by Hunyuanzi’s two hands.
The Supreme One was finished. Utterly destroyed.
His entire life had been a pursuit of greater power, greater authority. For him, the ultimate goal had always been to inherit the divine power of the Creator. Yet he had never looked back to see how many lives were lost along the way, how many planets and civilizations had been erased because of him.
He had destroyed the world for himself.
The world still existed, but he was gone.
As his power dissipated into the stars, the Supreme One felt his life force fading. His body grew lighter, the energy sustaining his existence in the cosmos dwindling. Cosmic rays bombarded him, blackening his skin and withering his long white hair until it floated away like dust.
As the ruler of the universe faced his final moments, he gazed at the small hands protruding from Yang Hao’s body and said sorrowfully, “A thousand years, and still you won.”
“My wife is dead, my brothers and friends are gone. My thousand years were all for this day,” Hunyuanzi wept. “I won. But even if I won, who can turn back time and undo it all?”
The Supreme One fell silent. No one could answer, not even the Creator himself. The world could be reborn, but the past could never return.
“You still defeated me. You killed me,” the Supreme One watched his body disintegrate under the cosmic rays, breaking into shimmering particles, leaving behind only one final sentence: “But in doing so, you also killed your own disciple. What’s the difference between us?”
Thus, the mighty figure who had once commanded the universe for a thousand years, revered as a god by countless trillions of beings, became nothing more than the tiniest speck of dust, vanishing into oblivion.
Only the two hands that had torn through Yang Hao’s dantian remained, lonely and desolate.
While Yang Hao had been desperately cultivating and upgrading himself, Hunyuanzi had remained inside Yang Hao’s dantian, training for this very moment. The only technique he had cultivated was this one—manifesting two hands. He had gathered enough energy to tear through Yang Hao’s dantian and extend those hands outward to avenge a thousand years of hatred.
But the Supreme One had spoken the truth in his final words.
In killing the Supreme One, Hunyuanzi had also killed his own disciple. He had torn apart the Supreme One’s dantian to exact vengeance. But without a doubt, when Hunyuanzi extended his hands, he had already destroyed Yang Hao’s dantian.
Yet Yang Hao made no sound. He was conscious, enduring the pain, the loss of his power and life force, without even a single groan.
Because Yang Hao knew how long Hunyuanzi had waited for this moment. A thousand years of solitude and longing—such an opportunity could not be missed.
But now, after the Supreme One’s death, his final words remained.
“What’s the difference between you and me?” Those cruel words struck the very heart of the universe.
But Hunyuanzi seemed to have made his decision long ago. Calmly, he withdrew his hands and said, “You and I are different. You would destroy the world for yourself, but I will give my life to save my disciple.”
Before the words had even faded, Yang Hao felt a warm sensation in his dantian. The energy that had long since dissipated surged back with force.
As Yang Hao regained a little strength, he looked down in astonishment. His shattered dantian was being repaired by a blazing, fiery force. This energy spread through his body, filling him with vitality once more.
“Master!!!” Yang Hao realized in shock that Hunyuanzi had begun to dissipate his own cultivation. Not only had he unraveled his wandering immortal power, but also his very infant soul. Hunyuanzi was now channeling every ounce of his being into healing Yang Hao’s dantian, transferring all his strength into his disciple’s body.
Exactly as he had said—he would give everything to save his disciple.
For a thousand years, Hunyuanzi had drifted through the cosmos, carrying his hatred, until he met Yang Hao on the distant planet of Laimen. From that moment on, Yang Hao became his only family.
Hunyuanzi had placed all his hopes and dreams into Yang Hao. Even when the divine realm had opened a path to success for him, he had still returned to Yang Hao’s body.
That was a bond that could not be severed.
Now, Hunyuanzi had given up everything. He no longer needed his power, for his hatred had ended, and with it, his reason to exist.
It was time to pass everything on to Yang Hao.
Hunyuanzi transformed himself into a blazing torrent of energy, repairing Yang Hao’s body and restoring every ounce of strength he had lost.
“Master!!!” Tears streamed down Yang Hao’s face. He could not accept that he was about to lose Hunyuanzi forever.
But Hunyuanzi’s dissipation had already reached its final stage. No one could stop it. No one could save him.
Unless… the Supreme God himself intervened.
The Supreme God!
Yang Hao looked up. A light-year away, he saw the Supreme God’s energy flickering within a swirling nebula of chaos.
This was the power everyone longed for, the power the Supreme One had spent his entire life chasing. It was the ultimate secret of the universe.
Yang Hao had no time to think. Forgetting life and death, he dove headfirst into that boundless energy…
In the early years of the Haoshen Era,
After a brief three-ball-moons of dimensional reconstruction, the Ball Dimension and the 1,300 other dimensions that had once been drained of stellar energy by the Supreme One had regained their vitality.
Planets resumed their orbits, and around each star, signs of life began to emerge. Perhaps in a few hundred million years, new intelligent life would arise in these dimensions.
Those who had survived the divine war barely noticed how catastrophic the universe had been just a few months ago.
The tremors of the cosmos, the dimming of stars, and the fierce battles between empires seemed like distant memories from many, many years ago.
Generally speaking, human memory is weak. They remember only the good, forgetting the bad and the dead.
On the Ball Dimension, Long Yun, the second Chief Executive of the United Cosmic Federation, occasionally stood atop the summit of Copper Cauldron Mountain, gazing into the sky.
As the second Chief Executive in history, Long Yun had inherited a fragmented and decentralized nation, far from the unified and authoritarian empire it once was. Without the monarchy or the Elder Council to maintain order, rebellion brewed across the galaxy.
Long Yun and his generals were constantly busy suppressing uprisings. Fortunately, the Galactic Empire’s key technological centers remained under the Federation’s control, allowing even scattered rebellions to be swiftly extinguished.
Moreover, Xie Fengting’s Dragon Vault of Saintly Experts continued to serve as the Federation’s backbone, replacing the Elder Council. With so many Saint-level experts supporting him, the Federation’s position remained stable—very stable.
What occasionally frustrated Long Yun was that Hede, the Federation’s strongest warrior and spiritual leader, refused to take over as Chief Executive. The legendary hero had returned to his hometown, Bear Star, and was said to be living in seclusion, having taken a final female disciple named Amanda.
Since his youth, Hede had been hailed as a martial prodigy. Though his exact age when he met Yang Hao was unknown, even after many, many years, people still saw him sitting atop a mountain on Bear Star, axe in hand. A thousand years later, there was still no word of his passing.
Besides leading military campaigns to quell rebellions, Long Yun’s favorite pastime was drinking tea with Zhuge Jian and former disciples of the Hao Sword Group (now high-ranking officials in the Federation) in the Alchemy Sect’s cave dwelling on Copper Cauldron Mountain. Often, their conversations turned to how Yang Hao would have handled things.
But they all knew—Yang Hao was no longer among them.
Because in this world, there was no longer Yang Hao—only the Supreme God, Haoshen.
Well, not entirely. How much do mortals truly know of gods?
While Long Yun and the others were reminiscing about Yang Hao, Yang Hao himself was watching his friends from a unique dimension.
This dimension possessed the gentlest sunlight in the universe, the most beautiful landscapes, the most spiritually charged mountains, and the most serene lakes. Yang Hao loved to lie by the lake, enjoying fruits brought to him by three beautiful women.
Indeed, even the Supreme God lived a life of indulgence.
Especially with three women competing for his attention every day.
At this very moment, Yang Hao was lying comfortably on a soft couch by the lake, shouting, “Fruit!! Where’s my fruit?”
“Why are you shouting?” Shiming scowled at him before turning back to admire her reflection by the lake. “How beautiful I am! How can there be such a beautiful woman in this world?”
Yang Hao nearly fell over, then meekly asked, “Where’s Lan Ling?”
“She went hunting,” Shiming casually pointed in a direction.
“Hunting?” Yang Hao was stunned. “Do we really need to hunt? I’m the Supreme God. If I want something, can’t I just have it?”
“She either hunts or fights. Which do you prefer?” Shiming continued to admire herself in the water.
Yang Hao swallowed hard and gave up. Fortunately, when he turned his head, he saw Ling Ziyun approaching with their son in her arms. He smiled and said, “Come here, baby. Come to Daddy.”
The child didn’t move closer but simply pointed at the sky.
Ling Ziyun looked up in concern. “Oh no, I hope there isn’t another black hole appearing. Baby, you’re not even an adult yet, and already showing signs of becoming a Golden Immortal?”
Seeing this family scene, Yang Hao already knew—today would not be a peaceful day for the Supreme God.
“Where’s Master?” Yang Hao suddenly turned around, looking in all directions. “Master is gone again?”
“He’s been gone for a long time,” Ling Ziyun pouted. “Who told you not to release all the gods? Master has been playing gods so much lately that he’s taken on over thirty thousand divine roles. He’s so busy he won’t be back for months.”
“What?!” Yang Hao was stunned. “Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Sleep!” Both women shouted in unison.
“But I’m the Supreme God! Shouldn’t I be doing something meaningful?”
He said it, but as the warm sunlight bathed him, Yang Hao soon drifted into a peaceful slumber. His breathing was calm and even. Yet strangely, with every breath he took, a brilliant beam of starlight shot out into the universe.
And everything that appeared in Yang Hao’s beautiful dreams would become reality in one of the planes of existence.
Perhaps this world is just the beautiful dream of the Supreme Deity.
(The End)
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