The destruction and shattering of Malcolm’s giant spectral soul into millions of luminescent crimson fragments was merely a scratch on the outer shell of the “Supreme Divine Graveyard.” While the spiritual shards fell like sparkling blood rain into the absolute void, Dark stood majestic in the heart of the storm, eyes closed, sensing the new cosmic pulse coursing through his veins and spiritual meridians.
Reaching the threshold of 100,000 awakened Divine Elephant cells represented far more than a numerical gain; it was a massive qualitative transformation, an evolutionary leap where each of those hundred thousand cells transcended the limits of matter and energy to become miniature universes pulsating with tyrannical life.
Deep within these cells, the divine elephants roared in unison, a roar echoing not just through Dark’s body, but through the entire fabric of the outer void, shattering ancient laws that had governed this realm for billions of years.
Dark’s body no longer obeyed any known rules of biology or spirituality in the multiverse.
His skin radiated a pearlescent luster blended with dark crimson, as if his flesh were forged from compressed black hole cores purified by the flames of the Chaotic Destructive Dragon.
The aura emanating from him, the [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura], was no longer a simple shield; it had turned into a domain of absolute dominance, literally swallowing every atom of death, despair, and nothingness infesting the graveyard, converting them in fractions of a microsecond into pure divine nectar to nourish his meridians.
He stood there like a solitary deity, imposing his will on death itself and forcing nothingness to kneel at his feet.
A few steps behind him, Qing’er stood in complete stillness, surrounded by her pure blue glacial shield.
Her clear eyes, like twin lakes of eternal ice, gazed at her master’s back with a reverence touching upon absolute worship.
She had witnessed firsthand how an ancient legendary entity like Malcolm was crushed in a single move, and how Dark devoured billions of years of history in the blink of an eye.
Her cultivation, stabilized at the [Soul Formation Stage – Advanced Third Level], trembled in response to the vast energy emanating from Dark.
Thanks to the spiritual connection between them, she received a continuous flux of purified divine essence that Dark carefully channeled to her, causing her body to glow with a frost capable of freezing time itself.
Qing’er whispered in a calm voice, piercing the eerie silence of the void: “Master, this level of power…
surpasses even the legends carved upon temple walls in the higher realms.
Your very presence here causes the corpses of ancient gods to tremble in their deep tombs.
Shall we proceed to the lower layers now?
The system sensors indicate that the true power governing this graveyard has not fully awakened yet, and that a massive concentration of lethal energy gathers in the ‘Abyss of Forgotten Gods’ beneath us.”
Dark opened his eyes slowly, his pearl-crimson pupils glowing with a light that pierced layers of darkness and nothingness.
He raised his head to look at the shattered cosmic chains surrounding the collapsed gates, smiling with sovereign coldness, speaking in his deep, booming voice that echoed in the depths of dead souls: “True power?
What we have seen so far was merely a miserable guard left at the door to fend off weak intruders.
This graveyard was not built to contain the likes of Malcolm; it was constructed to bury entities that considered themselves above the laws of existence.
If they believe their long slumber grants them immunity from my tyranny, they are dead wrong.
Let us descend to the abyss, Qing’er.
Today, we shall hold a banquet in honor of the Divine Elephant cells, and the main course will be their forgotten gods.”
Dark did not wait for an answer, taking a single step forward.
It was not merely a physical step, but a sovereign command to the fabric of the void to open a path.
Space split open before them, forming a colossal shaft extending downward into depths reached by neither light nor hope.
The two began their steady, controlled descent, and the further down they went, the heavier the pressure of death and non-existence grew, until the surrounding air felt like a dense fluid of black blood and spiritual toxins.
On both sides of the shaft, horrific vistas unfolded that no human mind could process without going mad.
Mummified planets, dead stars carved into massive tombstones, and rivers of tormented souls flowing in silent stagnation.
Everything here throbbed with absolute despair.
Yet Dark’s aura acted like a black sun, devouring and burning this despair, while Qing’er’s glacial aura froze any stray soul attempting to draw near, turning them into ice sculptures that scattered into the void like dust.
After a descent that felt like eons in this timeless dimension, they finally reached the bottom.
The “Abyss of Forgotten Gods” was a flat, infinite cosmic arena, its floor crafted from a smooth black substance reflecting their images like a mirror.
In the center of this arena sat three massive thrones, each carved from a different material: the first from glowing white bones, the second from frozen volcanic magma, and the third from black crystal meteorites.
Upon these thrones sat three terrifying entities.
They were not ghosts like Malcolm; they possessed real physical bodies pulsating with energy transcending the [Dark Annihilation Stage], touching the extreme edge of what was known as the [Absolute Void Ruler Stage].
They were the “Trinity of Absolute Death,” the original rulers of the Supreme Divine Graveyard, who had chosen to freeze themselves here to escape ancient cycles of cosmic destruction.
The entity sitting upon the bone throne possessed the face of a breathtaking woman with half her skull exposed, named “Ashira.” The entity on the magma throne was a towering four-armed giant whose body glowed with the heat of dead stars, named “Dark Vulcan.” As for the central entity on the crystal throne, he was a slender man wearing a cloak of shadows, his eyes twin black holes swallowing light, named “Aretheus,” the leader of the Trinity.
Aretheus opened his eyes (or rather, his twin black holes), releasing a wave of spiritual pressure that nearly crushed the fabric of the void completely.
He spoke in a multi-layered voice sounding like thousands of voices speaking simultaneously: “We felt the tearing of the seals and the fall of our servant Malcolm.
We initially thought the cycle of cosmic destruction had returned for us, but now we see an intruder possessing a mortal body and an aura belonging to none of the ancient divine lineages.
How dare you desecrate the sanctuary of the Absolute Trinity?”
No sign of tension appeared on Dark’s face.
On the contrary, his mocking smile broadened, and he walked with confident, deliberate steps toward the three thrones, while Qing’er walked directly behind him like his loyal shadow, her hand resting on the hilt of her ice sword.
Dark spoke in his deep, mocking voice, looking at them as if inspecting goods displayed for sale: “Absolute Trinity?
Sanctuary?
You give grand titles to this prison in which you hid like cowardly rats.
You fled the cycles of destruction, burying yourselves here to become kings over corpses and dead spirits.
I came here not to desecrate your sanctuary, but to devour it completely and use it as fertilizer to nourish my path toward absolute sovereignty.”
Ashira, of the half-skull face, grew enraged, standing up abruptly from her bone throne, unleashing a terrifying scream that cracked the black mirror beneath her feet.
“Arrogant insect!
You do not even know whom you stand before!
We decreed the laws of death before your miserable galaxies were ever born!
This strange cultivation of yours will not save you from our wrath!”
Ashira raised her hand, shooting forth thousands of spears carved from cursed bones, each carrying a curse capable of rotting a true god’s soul in a single second.
The spears launched at speeds thousands of times faster than light, headed straight for Dark’s heart.
Before the spears could reach Dark, Qing’er stepped forward.
With a swift, fluid motion, she drew her slender ice sword and drew a blue arc in the air.
A wave of absolute frost erupted, freezing time and space in the path of the spears.
In a fraction of a second, the thousands of bone spears froze mid-air, turning into fragile crystals before shattering and falling like black snow onto the ground.
Qing’er spoke with frigid coldness, her eyes shining with absolute confidence: “Whoever seeks to reach the Eternal Tyrant must first bypass the frost of his servant.
Your miserable attacks are not even worthy of drawing my master’s attention.”
Dark Vulcan was shocked by the power of this woman who was supposed to be in a far lower cultivation stage than them.
He roared in fury, rising from his volcanic throne, expanding his body to the size of a small planet.
“A maid dares to challenge gods?!
I shall crush you both together!”
Dark Vulcan slammed his four massive fists onto the ground, unleashing a wave of black void fire that swept across the entire arena like a flood from hell, rushing toward Dark and Qing’er.
This fire was capable of melting the concepts of spacetime and reducing anything to absolute void.
At that moment, Dark intervened.
He did not move from his spot; he simply raised his index finger.
“You are so boring,” Dark said emotionlessly.
Dark activated his newly absorbed skill: [Sovereign Death and Divine Elephant Shield].
Suddenly, a terrifying energy erupted from his body, materializing as a colossal divine elephant forged from crimson light and absolute darkness, surrounding Dark and Qing’er.
When the flood of void fire collided with the Divine Elephant shield, no explosion occurred, nor did sparks scatter.
Instead, the illusory Divine Elephant opened its gargantuan maw and swallowed the flood of fire whole in a single gulp!
The eyes of Aretheus, leader of the Trinity, widened in genuine shock and horror for the first time in billions of years.
“This is impossible!
How can a shield swallow pure void fire without shattering?!
Who in the name of all that is sacred and forbidden are you?!”
Dark smiled, lowering his hand.
“I am the end you ran from for so long.
Now, it’s my turn to attack.”
Dark’s attack was no ordinary blow.
Upon reaching 100,000 Divine Elephant cells, his basic strike was equivalent to the collision of one hundred thousand dense galaxies.
He activated [Dark Dragon Annihilation of Temporal Holes] merged with [Chaotic Destructive Dragon Fist].
Darkness and crimson fire gathered around his right hand, materializing a black chaotic dragon laced with golden and red lines, carrying a miniature black hole in the heart of every scale.
When Dark launched his punch toward the Trinity, the air did not move; rather, the fabric of existence itself collapsed along the punch’s path.
Aretheus felt the threat of absolute death and screamed to his companions: “Combine your energy!
Activate the Forgotten One God Formation!”
In a desperate bid for survival, Ashira and Dark Vulcan abandoned their physical bodies, turning into streams of energy that merged into Aretheus’s body.
Aretheus transformed into a monstrous entity, a massive creature with multiple faces and wings of dense darkness, combining the power of cursed bones, void fire, and black hole pressure.
This merged entity unleashed a colossal beam from its mouth to block Dark’s punch—an attack they named the “Origin Annihilation Beam.”
The chaotic dragon collided with the Origin Annihilation Beam in the middle of the cosmic arena.
For a single moment, everything stopped.
Absolute silence hung over the abyss.
Then…
the explosion happened.
The black mirror forming the floor of the abyss shattered into trillions of pieces.
The three thrones crumbled into dust.
The flash of light generated by the impact was enough to illuminate the entire Outer Void Sea for a passing moment.
But the clash was not equal at all.
Dark’s chaotic dragon, backed by 100,000 awakened cells and the laws of absolute sovereignty, did not stop.
The dragon devoured the “Origin Annihilation Beam” like a hungry beast swallowing a thread of smoke.
The dragon continued its momentum, piercing through the body of the merged entity of Aretheus, Ashira, and Dark Vulcan with effortless brutality.
The dragon roared, and the small temporal holes exploded inside the merged entity’s body, tearing them apart from the inside out.
Aretheus let out a final scream filled with despair and incomprehension before his giant body collapsed, and their three souls scattered into the void, trying to flee and return to their slumber.
But Dark was not about to let a single drop of this precious energy go to waste.
He spread his arms wide, activating the “Absolute Link System” and the “Sovereign Plunder” ability at maximum power.
Millions of red and black threads extended from Dark’s body, weaving together like an inescapable cosmic spiderweb.
The threads caught the shattered souls of the Trinity, absorbing them voraciously.
It was not limited to the Trinity alone; the plunder network extended to devour every atom of energy in the “Abyss of Forgotten Gods,” from throne fragments to wandering tormented souls, and even the shattered black mirror.
The absorption process continued for several minutes, during which Dark kept his eyes closed, sensing the massive flux of energy surpassing everything he had absorbed in his life combined.
His cultivation jumped and evolved frantically, and his Divine Elephant cells multiplied and awakened in sequential explosions inside his body.
Finally, the void calmed down, the network faded, and Dark opened his eyes.
There was no trace of the Trinity or the abyss as it once was.
The place had become a pure, completely empty void subject to his rule.
At that glorious moment, the luxurious system screen appeared before Dark, glistening with terrifying sovereign light, announcing in its deep metallic voice:
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[ Sovereign Link & Plunder Report – Abyss of Forgotten Gods (Deep Layer) ]
• Target Linked: Trinity of Absolute Death (Aretheus, Ashira, Dark Vulcan) successfully.
• Target Standard Cultivation Level: [Absolute Void Ruler Stage – Merged God Formation] -> Fully drained, crushed, and integrated.
• Plundered Techniques & Resources:
* [Cursed Bone Laws], [Absolute Void Fire], and [Black Hole Annihilation] -> Integrated and purified to create a comprehensive sovereign capability: [Eternal Tyrant Domain of Frozen Creation and Destruction].
This domain allows complete manipulation of time, space, death, and life within a user-defined area.
* Pure Essence of Primordial Gods and memories of pre-creation epochs.
• Awakened Divine Elephant Technique Cells: [ 150,000 / 840,000,000 cells ] (A legendary leap thanks to absorbing Absolute Void Ruler entities!)
• User Standard Training Level: [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Void and Creation Sovereignty] (A level completely surpassing traditional cultivation classifications).
• System Alert: The middle and deep layers of the Supreme Divine Graveyard have been cleared.
Remaining energy is gathering in the final abyssal layer, where the “Core of Dead Fate” slumbers.
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Dark closed the screen calmly, looking at his body pulsing with the power of 150,000 Divine Elephant cells.
He felt capable of tearing reality apart and rebuilding it with a single thought.
He turned to Qing’er, who looked at him with reverence deeper than ever before, having felt an immense growth in her own meridians thanks to the overflow energy channeled to her during the plunder.
Dark said with a smile carrying a final promise, his eyes looking toward an even deeper chasm that had just opened beneath the shattered thrones: “One hundred and fifty thousand cells…
The Trinity was a delicious meal, but the system informs me that the ‘Core of Dead Fate’ slumbers below.
I devoured fate in our world, and it seems I shall devour its rotting remnants here as well.
Come, Qing’er, the ultimate abyss calls to us, and we shall answer in our own way.”
Qing’er smiled her lethal glacial smile and nodded in absolute obedience: “Behind you until the end of all worlds, Master.”
Thus, the two stepped toward the abyssal layer, ready to face the oldest and most dangerous secret hidden by the outer void, writing a new chapter in the saga of the tyrant whose power knows no bounds.
”Thank you for reading Chapter 22!
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