The final abyssal layer of the “Supreme Divine Graveyard” was not merely a physical location or a spatial dimension measurable by conventional multiversal concepts.
It was ground zero—the absolute axis where pristine non-existence intersected with the shattered fate remnants of dozens of prior cosmic cycles.
As Dark and Qing’er descended through the pitch-black shaft that had opened beneath the ruins of the Abyss of Forgotten Gods, it felt as though they were plunging directly into the primal marrow of existence itself, amidst swirling tides of black and faint golden lightning that bore the taste of eternal oblivion and the forgotten memories of erased civilizations.
Dark advanced with steady, unshakeable strides, preceded by his aura of absolute sovereignty, which systematically cleansed his surroundings of any lingering spiritual toxins or lethal pressures.
His newly evolved aura no longer merely deflected external attacks; it actively absorbed every atom of dead fate energy, seamlessly refining it into pure, unadulterated fuel to nourish his meridians.
Within his physical constitution, the one hundred and fifty thousand awakened cells of the Divine Elephant Technique pulsed in terrifying harmony, weaving a cosmic war symphony that echoed through the depths of his soul like an unstoppable drumbeat.
Every step he took stamped intricate golden and dark-crimson geometric seals onto the void—seals that exploded and reformed within fractions of a microsecond.
Beside him, Qing’er maintained absolute focus, encased within her pure blue glacial shield that sparkled with a razor-sharp luster.
Although the pressure of this abyssal layer was potent enough to reduce the minds of high-tier God-Kings to ash in the blink of an eye, the continuous flux of purified divine essence that Dark funneled to her via their spiritual bond granted her an impregnable defensive barrier and an unwavering internal core.
Her clear eyes continuously scanned the dark horizon with strategic caution, sensing the eerie, unnatural environment that no living entity had trodden upon since the dawn of creation.
Qing’er whispered softly, her crisp voice cutting through the roar of black lightning: “Master, the concentration of energy here surpasses everything we encountered in the upper layers.
We are drawing near the core source…
My spiritual senses feel chilled to the marrow, as though existence itself is holding its breath in anticipation of what awaits us at the bottom.”
Dark turned his head slowly, his pearl-crimson pupils gleaming with an icy radiance that reflected absolute disdain for the laws of the universe.
He smiled with sovereign composure, speaking in a deep, booming voice that momentarily silenced the turbulent black lightning: “Let it hold its breath, Qing’er.
Dead fates and expired universes possess no right to silence or protest before our march.
We are here to claim the remnants and devour the remaining concepts of supreme control.
I have lived my life governed by one absolute truth: Fate is not written; it is devoured.”
The moment those words left his lips, the suffocating fog of congealed blood and black lightning parted, revealing the final chamber of the necropolis.
In the center of a gargantuan circular hall whose boundaries extended beyond sight, floating above a bottomless void, hovered a colossal sphere glowing with a deep golden radiance interwoven with thick veins of pitch-black darkness.
This was no simple sphere of energy; it was the “Core of Dead Fate”—an independent, sentience-bearing entity representing the living manifestation of all failed possibilities, tragic choices, and aborted destinies from prior cosmic epochs.
The Core pulsed with a heavy, rhythmic cadence, resembling the heartbeat of a primordial deity slumbering in the abyss.
With every pulse, it released waves of psychological illusions and mental pressure, attempting to plant seeds of doubt and despair within the minds of any who approached.
Suddenly, eerie chants resonated from the Core, and its golden-black light refracted into spectral visions depicting dark, tragic scenarios—illusions showing Dark and Qing’er faltering, dying, and being consumed by the void.
Dark did not so much as blink.
He observed these psychological traps with profound contempt, letting out a low, cold laugh that shook the cavernous hall and temporarily disrupted the Core’s rhythmic pulsing.
He declared with arrogant superiority: “Trying to use past illusions and mortal fears to intimidate a tyrant?
You are nothing more than the rotting corpse of an expired fate, feeding on discarded illusions.
I am the one who shattered the thrones of the First Origin and crushed the Trinity of Death.
Do you truly believe these pathetic tricks will falter my resolve?
As if severely insulted by his absolute disdain, the Core vibrated violently.
An explosion of blinding golden and black energy erupted from its structure, and the spherical entity transformed into a gargantuan winged dragon constructed entirely from woven threads of dead fate and eternal lightning.
Its hollow eyes shone with the historical scars of fallen worlds, and its maw dripped with toxins capable of decaying the very concepts of time and space.
The Dragon of Dead Fate bellowed in a multi-layered voice that fused the agonized screams of billions of extinct beings: “Arrogant mortal!
You dare challenge the Core of Fate to which all existence and death must bow?!
No entity devours fate; fate devours all!
You shall perish here, becoming an eternal fragment of forgotten history!”
Dark did not bother waiting for the dragon to finish its dramatic declaration.
Having attained the stage of [Eternal Tyrant – Sovereign of Void and Creation], protracted exchanges were utterly meaningless.
He unleashed his full power, fully deploying his [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura], expanding it to cover the entire hall and completely nullifying the dragon’s mental illusions and corrosive poisons.
Dark glanced at Qing’er, speaking calmly: “Stand back for a moment, Qing’er, and observe how fate is rewritten.”
Qing’er bowed her head, retreating swiftly to the perimeter of the hall under the protection of her glacial barrier, which drew strength from the sovereign energy emanating from Dark.
In that pivotal cosmic moment, Dark slowly raised both hands, unleashing his evolved supreme ability: [Eternal Tyrant Domain of Frozen Creation and Destruction].
The entire hall instantly shifted into an absolute sovereign domain wherein Dark dictated every law of physics, spirit, death, and spatial progression.
Time came to a complete standstill around the Dragon of Dead Fate, freezing its massive wings mid-stroke and rendering it utterly motionless.
Panic flared within the hollow eyes of the Dragon of Dead Fate.
It had never anticipated its temporal movement being locked down so effortlessly, without even perceiving the nature of the attack.
It screamed inwardly: What is this abhorrent power?!
This completely transcends the authority of Void Rulers!
Dark smiled coldly, clenching both fists tightly, shouting with a voice that illuminated the pitch-black void: “Maximum activation of Divine Elephant cells…
Complete absorption and integration of Dead Fate!”
In that instant, thousands of newly awakened cells erupted inside Dark’s body simultaneously.
The count surged past 150,000, blowing through the 200,000 threshold, before stabilizing majestically at 250,000 awakened cells out of 840 million.
An absolute torrent of supreme energy and eternal essence coursed through his spiritual meridians, shattering all previous limits.
Behind him materialized the gigantic phantom of a cosmic Divine Elephant clad in dragon armor, unleashing a roar that shattered the frozen time domain and fractured the Dragon of Dead Fate into floating, fragmented pieces.
Dark unleashed his [Sovereign Plunder] and the “Absolute Link System” at peak capacity.
Millions of golden, crimson, and black energy threads shot forth from his frame, entangling the shattered dragon and the Core of Fate from every direction.
The threads relentlessly extracted the Core’s memories, laws, multiversal secrets, and foundational energy, channeling them directly to nourish Dark’s meridians and awakened cells.
The Dragon of Fate let out a final, silent screech before dissolving completely into the plunder network.
The Core of Dead Fate compressed into a single, pristine drop of dark golden light and absolute darkness, which settled directly at the center of Dark’s soul, fusing completely with his Divine Elephant Technique and granting him total authority over the concepts of fate and multiversal pathways. Enjoying the story? Read on at novelping.com.
Gradually, the hall returned to stillness, and the sovereign threads retracted into Dark’s body.
The Tyrant stood tall, breathing calmly as a halo of supreme majesty enveloped him like a crown forged from dead stars.
At that glorious juncture, the gold-arched system screen materialized before him, glowing with radiant, eternal authority:
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[ Sovereign Link & Plunder Report – Abyssal Layer & Core of Dead Fate ]
• Target Linked: Core of Dead Fate and Dragon of Expired Fates successfully.
• Target Standard Cultivation Level: [Cosmic Fate Sovereignty – Epoch Zero] -> Fully drained, purified, and integrated.
• Plundered Techniques & Resources:
* [Laws of Fate Weaving and Cosmic Probability Control] -> Fully integrated into the Tyrant Domain to yield the ultimate ability: [Eye of the Eternal Tyrant for Weaving and Annihilating Fates].
Allows viewing, modifying, and erasing the fate of any entity in existence in a single glance.
* Memories of previous cosmic cycles and secrets of multiverse origins.
• Awakened Divine Elephant Technique Cells: [ 250,000 / 840,000,000 cells ] (A monumental evolutionary leap!)
• User Standard Training Level: [Eternal Tyrant Stage – Sovereign of Fates and the Void]
• Defensive & Sovereign Aura Status: [Sovereign Immunity and Control Aura] can now nullify 100% of any attack based on fate, time, or cosmic probability.
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Dark closed the screen with a thought, feeling the absolute power surging through every atom of his being.
He had thoroughly cleared the Supreme Divine Graveyard, converting its ancient tombs into a stepping stone for his absolute ascension.
Qing’er approached with firm, graceful steps, her eyes shining with profound reverence, bowing deeply before her victorious sovereign.
Dark spoke in a calm, confident tone, looking toward a newly opened portal at the deepest point of the hall—a gateway leading out of the Outer Void Sea toward the true higher realms: “Two hundred and fifty thousand cells…
And so we have devoured fate, Qing’er.
But our journey is far from over; this graveyard was merely a training ground.
Now, it is time to leave the outer void behind and cross into the ‘Realm of Celestial Thrones,’ where the true sovereigns of the multiverse reside.
Are you ready to expand the boundaries of our tyranny?”
Qing’er smiled her lethal, glacial smile, replying with unwavering loyalty: “Wherever you lead, Master, I shall follow to crush every throne in existence.”
”Thank you for reading Chapter 23!
As Dark claims the Core of Dead Fate and awakens two hundred and fifty thousand divine elephant cells, what supreme realms and formidable sovereigns await him beyond the outer void in the higher celestial thrones?
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