Following the collapse of the “Maze of Forgotten Thrones” and the devouring of its spectral leader, the Outer Void Sea was no longer just an unknown, empty expanse to Dark; it had transformed into a vast training ground and an inexhaustible reservoir of eternal energy.
The energy of the [Black Void Essence] he harvested flowed through his body like rivers of liquid stars, nourishing his spiritual pathways and reinforcing the structure of his Divine Elephant Technique cells, which majestically settled at 55,000 cells out of 840 million.
Each of these awakened cells was not merely a repository of power, but a miniature cosmos in its own right, within which echoed the roars of divine elephants capable of trampling galaxies and crushing the laws of existence.
In those vast reaches where light ceased to exist and the concepts of time and space froze, Dark floated serenely with his eyes closed, assimilating a profound comprehension of the [Spacetime Corrosion and Absolute Void Scream Technique] he had just acquired.
His body radiated a dark aura that absorbed every atom of surrounding void energy, converting it into pure sovereign power.
His cultivation, stabilized at the [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Absolute Void Sovereignty], elevated him into an entity transcending human or divine description; he had literally become “The Tyrant Who Devoured Fate,” an entity that obeyed no law, but rather decreed laws with a single glance of his eyes.
A short distance away, Qing’er stood in complete stillness, enveloped by her pure blue glacial shield reflecting faint flashes of void energy.
Her cultivation at the [Soul Formation Stage – Third Level] was slowly adapting to this harsh environment.
Thanks to Dark’s sovereign aura protecting her and supplying her with purified essence energy, her soul was able to expand beyond her physical form to sense the fluctuations of the void without tearing apart.
Qing’er opened her bright eyes, shining with strategic coldness and unwavering loyalty, looking toward her master, who appeared like a solitary deity amidst endless nothingness.
Qing’er spoke in a gentle yet firm voice carrying the solidity of eternal ice, shattering the silence of the absolute void: “Master, the assimilation of the Black Void Essence has elevated your energy’s stability to levels beyond the measurement capacity of standard system screens.
Nevertheless, my spiritual sensors, supported by your linkage network, are now picking up massive energy fluctuations originating from the deepest point of this sea.
It is not merely the remnants of forgotten thrones, but an entire integrated structure…
a complete empire built from the corpses of dead universes.”
Dark opened his pearl-crimson eyes, emitting a wave of spiritual pressure that cracked the very fabric of the void, producing sounds like the groans of shattered glass.
He turned slowly toward the direction Qing’er pointed out, a cold, mocking smile forming on his lips—the smile of someone who had finally found a worthy prey.
He spoke in his deep, thunderous voice that echoed in the depths of souls: “An empire built from the corpses of dead universes?
It seems the cowards who fled previous cycles of cosmic destruction have gathered in a dark corner to play emperors.
Very well.
The 55,000 Divine Elephant cells feel perpetually hungry, and an entire empire might be an acceptable light snack to awaken even more cells.”
Dark did not wait another second.
With a single step, he folded distances equivalent to thousands of light-years, piercing the veil of the absolute void alongside Qing’er.
With every step he took, void storms formed and dissipated beneath his feet in obedience to his command, like domestic beasts fearing the wrath of their master.
After a brief journey through the nothingness, a breathtaking vista unfolded before them—a sight no human mind could comprehend without falling into absolute madness.
Floating before them was a gargantuan cosmic continent, or rather, a continent composed of entire compressed, dead galaxies welded together using chains of pure dark matter.
The continent was shrouded in a dense gray fog emitting the shrieks of trillions of souls that had perished in ancient epochs.
In the center of this graveyard continent rose a colossal black palace, its pillars carved from the bones of ancient gods, and its roof studded with black star nuclei that swallowed any approaching light.
This was the “Empire of the First Origin,” the last and oldest stronghold of entities born before the multiverse itself was created—entities that considered themselves the “Origin” and viewed everything that came after as mere worthless cosmic dust.
As soon as Dark set foot on the borders of the empire, death knells sounded across the continent.
The ground made of dead galaxies trembled, and dark matter clouds gathered into terrifying faces screaming in fury.
From the peak of the black palace, a beam of concentrated black light shot forth, carrying a density capable of erasing an entire universe in a single second.
The beam fell before Dark and Qing’er, materializing into a three-meter-tall entity clad in bronze armor covered in temporal runes that slithered like snakes.
He possessed long silver hair floating in zero gravity, and pupil-less golden eyes blazing with indescribable arrogance.
This was “Kaelen,” the Emperor of the First Origin, and one of the few entities in existence who had managed to reach the [Dark Annihilation Stage]—a legendary cultivation realm transcending the absolute void and touching the very limits of destroying laws themselves.
Kaelen spoke, his voice not issuing from his throat, but echoing directly in the sea of consciousness belonging to Dark and Qing’er, carrying a weight that crushed souls: “For billions of epochs, no creature of the ‘new universes’ dust’ has dared to desecrate the Empire of the First Origin.
But…
merely a mortal youth possessing strange cultivation and an ice maid standing behind him?
Is this the tyrant spoken of by cosmic ripples?
You are merely a system glitch that will now be corrected.”
Qing’er unsheathed her slender ice sword, her blue aura rising to protect her sea of consciousness from the pressure of the Emperor’s voice, as she said with lethal calmness: “Anyone who calls my master a mortal deserves only to be turned into eternal fuel to nourish him.”
Dark raised his hand slowly, signaling Qing’er to step back.
There was no sign of anger on his face; instead, an eerie, glacial calm settled over him—the calm before an absolute explosion.
Dark chuckled softly, causing the pillars of the distant black palace to shake, and spoke in a tone dripping with sovereign disdain: “Emperor of the First Origin?
Dust of the new universes?
You ancient, fossilized fools truly arouse my pity.
Hiding here in the dump of dead universes, feeding on the glory of epochs that no longer exist, imagining yourselves masters of immortality.
I am no glitch in the system, Kaelen…
I am the system that will devour your origin, erase your history, and rewrite existence in its entirety according to my will.”
The moment Dark finished his words, he did not wait for Kaelen’s reply.
Energy erupted from his body like a devastating flood.
Full activation of the [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura], accompanied by unleashing the [Chaotic Destructive Dragon Fist] merged with the recently harvested [Spacetime Corrosion and Absolute Void Scream Technique].
Dark moved at a speed surpassing the concept of time, leaving behind afterimages shattering in the void.
He appeared directly in front of Kaelen, draped in the aura of a golden-black dragon whose flames roared with the voices of millions of divine elephants.
Dark launched a straight punch toward the Emperor’s chest.
Kaelen’s golden eyes widened in shock; he had not expected this impossible speed and brute force that disregarded all laws of spacetime.
Kaelen unleashed his eternal roar, summoning the armor of “Absolute Dark Annihilation”—an armor formed from the compressed pressure of thousands of black holes.
Dark’s fist collided with Kaelen’s armor.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
It was no ordinary sound, but an explosion transcending the boundaries of audio to tear dimensions apart—a shockwave sweeping across the Empire of the First Origin, turning millions of dead galaxies surrounding the palace into cosmic dust in a fraction of a second.
Qing’er retreated, employing her maximum defensive energy to stabilize herself before this terrifying hurricane.
The armor Kaelen boasted had not been scratched in billions of years began to crack under the pressure of Dark’s fist.
The flames of the Chaotic Destructive Dragon began devouring the black holes, while the spacetime corrosion power Dark had newly integrated dismantled the spiritual bonds of the Emperor’s armor.
“Impossible!
This…
this is not the cultivation level of a True God or an Eternal Tyrant!
What is this savage power?!” Kaelen screamed, spitting dark golden blood, attempting to retreat, but Dark gave him no opportunity.
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At that moment, an additional 5,000 cells of the Divine Elephant Technique awakened in response to the tyrannical battle fury.
The force of sixty thousand divine elephants surged into his right arm.
CRACK!
The Dark Annihilation Armor shattered completely, and Dark’s fist pierced Kaelen’s chest, crushing his glowing eternal heart.
The ancient Emperor’s eyes widened as he saw death—which he had long believed to be an illusion—materialize before him in the form of this youth with pearl-crimson eyes.
Dark did not stop at killing him; he opened his palm inside Kaelen’s chest, activating the “Absolute Link System” and the “Sovereign Plunder” ability.
Lines of bloody light laced with darkness began extracting every drop of Kaelen’s cultivation, techniques, and comprehension of dark annihilation laws, absorbing them voraciously into Dark’s network.
Kaelen’s body collapsed into cosmic ash, and with it, the Empire of the First Origin crumbled as the continent began collapsing inward, swallowed by a void vortex created by the clash of their powers.
Dark stood amidst absolute ruin, breathing calmly, while terrifying energy flowed and stabilized in his pathways.
Qing’er stepped toward him, her eyes shining with indescribable admiration and reverence, bowing slightly in respect to the absolute victor.
At that moment, the luxurious system screen appeared before him, its gold-arched frame reflecting new bloody and void hues, announcing in its deep metallic voice:
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[ Sovereign Link & Plunder Report – Empire of the First Origin ]
• Target Linked: Kaelen, Emperor of the First Origin, successfully.
• Target Standard Cultivation Level: [Dark Annihilation Stage] -> Fully drained, purified, and integrated.
• Plundered Techniques and Resources:
* [Dark Annihilation and Black Hole Governance Technique] -> Integrated with the Imperial Immortal Dragon Art to create a new ultimate offensive skill: [Dark Dragon Annihilation of Temporal Holes].
* Essence of dead origin galaxies, and the primary library of void laws.
• Awakened Divine Elephant Technique Cells: [ 70,000 / 840,000,000 cells ] (Massive evolutionary leap due to the quality of annihilation energy)
• User Standard Training Level: [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Dark Annihilation Peak]
• Defensive Aura Status: [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura] now capable of swallowing direct universe-collapse attacks.
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Dark closed the screen with a flash of thought and looked out into the infinite void that had now become his personal playground.
He spoke to Qing’er, his voice carrying a threat to everything living or dead in this existence: “Seventy thousand cells…
The path is still long before reaching 840 million, but the deeper we dive, the juicier the prey becomes.
Prepare yourself, Qing’er, for the First Origin was merely the gatekeeper to a deeper portal…
a portal leading to the ‘Supreme Divine Graveyard,’ where entities whose names universes feared to utter reside.”
Qing’er nodded, a sharp smile of loyalty on her lips: “Your command is my wish, Master.
Let this void stand witness to the rise of a tyrant whose glory knows no bounds.”
”Thank you for reading Chapter 20!
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