The catastrophic collapse of the Empire of the First Origin was no mere fleeting echo destined to dissolve harmlessly into the distant reaches of the Outer Void Sea.
Instead, the annihilation of Emperor Kaelen and the unraveling of his continent forged from dead galaxies ignited a tremendous cosmic tempest—a roaring typhoon of shattered spacetime and dispersed dark matter that thundered through the deepest, most pristine strata of absolute nothingness.
Amidst this apocalyptic whirlwind of floating galactic debris and chaotic energy currents, Dark stood imposing, unshakeable, and absolute.
He resembled the singular, immutable pivot of reality itself, around which the turbulent tides of existence and non-existence revolved in submissive order.
The terrifying influx of energy harvested from draining Kaelen’s ancient cultivation, alongside the complete assimilation of dark annihilation laws, was not merely an incremental numerical addition to his spiritual pathways; it represented a fundamental, evolutionary leap that re-forged the very constitution of his physical framework, soul, and consciousness.
His standard cultivation had firmly settled at the legendary [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Dark Annihilation Peak].
At this precise juncture, the awakened cells of the Divine Elephant Technique had completely stabilized at 70,000 cells out of the total 840 million sacred cells.
Each of these seventy thousand awakened cells functioned far beyond a simple reservoir of energy.
They resembled miniaturized, pulsating stars burning with a radiant crimson and pearlescent luster, within whose depths echoed the roaring stampede of ancient hellish elephants—a roar capable of shattering cosmic firmaments and rendering laws of physics obsolete.
Whenever Dark breathed, the ripples of the surrounding void expanded and contracted in perfect sync with the movement of his chest, as though the entire multiverse breathed solely through his lungs, utterly subject to his absolute sovereignty and unchallengeable authority.
Directly beside him, Qing’er stood in all her majestic grace and strategic coldness.
She was enveloped in a protective aura of pure blue glacial frost that coiled around her like a crystalline serpent.
Thanks to the continuous, meticulous redirection of purified divine essence that Dark guided into her meridians, her cultivation had firmly anchored itself in the advanced ranks of the [Soul Formation Stage – Third Level].
She was no longer just an ordinary companion; she had evolved into the undisputed second sovereign of this outer void.
Ancient entities that would have once dismissed her as a mere mortal ant now felt compelled to bow in profound terror at her mere presence alongside the tyrant.
Qing’er turned her delicate head toward Dark, her voice ringing clear and calm, sharp as a honed blade yet imbued with unwavering, eternal loyalty: “Master, the complete obliteration of the Empire of the First Origin sent shockwaves vibrating across your cosmic linkage network.
As a result, the primordial seals encompassing our deepest objective within this sea—the ‘Supreme Divine Graveyard’—have begun to fracture.
The system sensors indicate that the massive gates of the graveyard are reacting directly to the resonance of your awakened Divine Elephant cells.
It is as if the necropolis itself is welcoming its new master…
or preparing to test your resolve in the most ruthless manner imaginable.”
Dark’s lips curved into a faint, mocking smile.
Deep within his pearl-crimson eyes flickered a terrifying, demonic-cosmic light that pierced through the dense veils of nothingness.
He responded in his deep, thunderous voice—a voice that blended the fury of howling cosmic storms with the absolute silence of the grave: “Let it test me, then!
Let it unleash thousands of trials and millions of cursed souls upon us.
Does a sanctuary of dead gods truly believe that the tyrant who devoured fate and crushed the First Origin will falter before a graveyard?
The hellish spirits dwelling within my Divine Elephant cells are perpetually thirsty.
The deeper and more terrifying the graveyard, the more bountiful the feast shall be to accelerate the awakening of my remaining cells.”
Qing’er did not waste a single moment in pointless debate, knowing fully well that Dark’s decree was the absolute and final law of the cosmos.
She directed her gaze toward the distant horizon, where the hue of the void gradually shifted from pitch-black to a deep, suffocating crimson-purple, heavy with the stench of congealed ancient blood. The source of this chapter is novelping.com.
There, spanning across thousands of light-years in the abyss of nothingness, a gargantuan, mind-boggling structure slowly revealed itself.
It was not a mere building, but an infinite cosmic necropolis constructed from the skeletal remains of ancient progenitor deities who ruled before human history or known galactic shelters were ever conceived.
Encircling the necropolis were colossal, thick chains woven from condensed black and crimson light, intersecting across space to form a massive net of forbidden seals designed to prevent anything from entering or escaping.
This was the “Supreme Divine Graveyard”—the resting place of entities whose very names were deemed too hazardous to utter in forbidden legends, lest their slumbering wrath awaken from beyond death.
Dark took his first step toward the colossal gates of the necropolis.
With every stride he took, the fabric of spacetime folded and compressed beneath his boots like a red carpet laid out specifically for the arrival of an absolute monarch.
The moment Dark and Qing’er drew near the black-crimson sealing chains, the entire graveyard shuddered violently.
From the depths of the buried god-corpses erupted an appalling wave of killing intent and absolute despair—a spiritual pressure powerful enough to wipe out the minds of trillions of high-level cultivators in a fraction of a second, reducing them to mindless puppets.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The agonized shrieks of billions of cursed spirits echoed from within the depths of the tombs.
Above the gates, a massive cloud of spectral dark-crimson mist coalesced into a colossal phantom of an ancient monarch possessing six tattered, skeletal wings and eyes weeping streams of dark blood.
This was the Chief Guardian of the Supreme Divine Graveyard—the spectral soul of “Malcolm, Fallen Conqueror of Universes.” Despite perishing billions of epochs ago, Malcolm had retained his consciousness and a significant portion of his peak power by devouring the surrounding dead god essences.
Malcolm’s voice thundered across the void, causing the skeletal frameworks of the buried gods to rattle: “Who dares disturb the slumber of the Supreme Divine Graveyard?!
Foolish mortal youth, even the Emperor of the First Origin dared not step within striking distance of this forbidden sanctuary!
Kneel!
Offer your soul and cultivation as sacrifices to atone for your sacrilege, and perhaps we shall grant you a painless death!”
Dark did not bother offering a conventional verbal reply.
He simply raised his right hand, fully activating the [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura], augmenting it with the newly integrated power of dark annihilation.
A suffocating, dominant aura erupted from his frame, causing even the crimson ghosts in the sky to recoil in instinctual horror, recognizing an absolute god of death standing before them.
Dark spoke in an icy, composed tone dripping with sovereign disdain and unshakable confidence: “Sacrifices?
It appears that spending millions of eons rotting in this tomb has rotted your mind as well, Malcolm.
To me, you and your army are nothing more than leftover food whose consumption is long overdue.”
In the blink of an eye, Dark vanished from his position, employing a movement technique that shattered spatial dimensions.
He materialized directly in front of the massive spectral form of Malcolm, coming face-to-face with the ancient conqueror.
Without hesitation, Dark unleashed his newly evolved ultimate technique: [Dark Dragon Annihilation of Temporal Holes]!
Flames of the Chaotic Destructive Dragon, intertwined with the crushing gravitational force of black holes and spacetime corrosion, erupted from Dark’s fist.
The attack pierced directly through the chest of the giant spectral monarch.
Malcolm did not even have the chance to raise his phantom weapon; his spiritual defenses shattered within a microsecond before the overwhelming authority of seventy thousand Divine Elephant cells.
Malcolm’s spectral body exploded into millions of luminescent crimson shards, triggering a wave of absolute panic across the entire necropolis.
Dark did not pause for even a millisecond.
He expanded the domain of his “Absolute Link System” and the “Sovereign Plunder” capability to its absolute maximum, sending forth millions of bloody and pitch-black energy tendrils into every corner of the graveyard.
The tendrils relentlessly extracted, purified, and absorbed the cultivation, memories, secret arts, and divine essence of millions of cursed spirits and ancient god corpses all at once.
An unimaginable, ocean-like torrent of supreme energy surged into Dark’s spiritual meridians.
The energy density of the Supreme Divine Graveyard was infinitely richer and purer than anything he had harvested previously.
The Divine Elephant cells within his body roared in ecstatic delight, multiplying, awakening, and evolving at a mind-boggling speed.
At that glorious moment, the luxurious gold-arched system screen materialized before Dark, glowing with radiant golden and dark-crimson hues, announcing in its majestic metallic voice:
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[ Sovereign Link & Plunder Report – Supreme Divine Graveyard (Phase I) ]
• Target Linked: Tomb Guardian Malcolm and the essence of the Cursed Divine Spirits successfully.
• Target Standard Cultivation Level: [Dead God-King Stage] -> Fully drained, purified, and integrated.
• Plundered Techniques & Resources:
* [Eternal Death Cry Art & Six Spirits Shield] -> Integrated and evolved to create a new ultimate offensive/defensive technique: [Sovereign Death and Divine Elephant Shield].
* Essence of Ancient Progenitor God Souls and ancient dark tomb treasures.
• Awakened Divine Elephant Technique Cells: [ 100,000 / 840,000,000 cells ] (A monumental, historic leap in awakened cell count!)
• User Standard Training Level: [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Sovereign of Death and Annihilation]
• Defensive Aura Status: [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura] has undergone a qualitative evolution, now capable of absorbing and nullifying 100% of all spiritual, soul, and mental attacks in existence.
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Dark felt an intoxicating wave of absolute power stabilizing across every single one of his one hundred thousand awakened cells.
He had just breached a monumental milestone on his path toward total cosmic dominance.
He turned back toward Qing’er, who was watching the scene with profound awe and adoration, and spoke in a voice vibrating with tyranny: “One hundred thousand cells…
This is merely the opening chapter of dismantling this graveyard, Qing’er.
The true secrets lie waiting at the bottom.”
”Thank you for reading Chapter 21!
As Dark breaches the Supreme Divine Graveyard and awakens one hundred thousand divine elephant cells in the outer void, what apocalyptic secrets and supreme entities lie deeper within the tombs?
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