Absolute Domain

The void was endless, stretching beyond mortal comprehension. Zhang Yong stood suspended in the abyss, his gaze locked onto the golden throne where his other self sat—an entity identical to him, yet infinitely more terrifying.

This being radiated absolute authority, an overwhelming presence that twisted reality just by existing. It was a version of him that had already conquered everything, a Zhang Yong without limits.

"You call yourself the ruler of all realms," Zhang Yong muttered, his voice unwavering. "But I see nothing but an imitation sitting on a throne."

The Supreme Self smirked. "And yet, here you are—trapped in my domain, bound by laws I dictate. Do you truly believe you can challenge the inevitable?"

Zhang Yong clenched his fists. The Absolute Krishna Domain still pulsed within him, but this place… it wasn't reality as he knew it. This was a battlefield beyond mortal realms.

Then, without warning—

BOOM!

A force unlike anything he had felt before slammed into him, sending him hurtling through the abyss. Space itself shattered, fragments of light twisting into incomprehensible shapes.

Zhang Yong coughed, blood trickling from his lips. This was real. The Supreme Self was not just some illusion—this was a battle for dominance over his very existence.

"Is this… what happens when one takes power beyond their understanding?"

No.

He refused to believe that.

With a growl, he activated Absolute Krishna Domain, the air around him trembling as black lightning crackled, forming an intricate celestial sigil beneath his feet.

The Supreme Self watched with amusement. "Interesting. You're attempting to break the rules of this domain. But let me show you…"

He raised a single hand—

And Zhang Yong's entire domain shattered in an instant.

CRACK!

A surge of power erupted, sending shockwaves across the void. Zhang Yong barely had time to react before the Supreme Self appeared before him, a single finger aimed at his forehead.

"Perish."

The attack came faster than light.

Zhang Yong barely twisted his body, dodging at the last possible moment. But even then—the sheer force of the attack split the abyss itself, carving an infinite rift through space.

"He's beyond anything I've ever faced… But I won't accept defeat."

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Yong summoned his divine sword, its blade humming with raw destruction. His eyes burned with golden radiance, tapping into the deepest well of power within him.

Then—he vanished.

In the next instant—

SLASH!

A thin line of golden blood trickled down the Supreme Self's cheek.

For the first time… his expression shifted.

Surprise.

"Impossible," the Supreme Self whispered. "You—"

Zhang Yong grinned. "Looks like I can bleed you after all."

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Then—laughter.

The Supreme Self's amusement boomed across the abyss. "Ah… Interesting. Maybe you are worth something after all."

Zhang Yong didn't lower his guard. "Enough talk. Let's finish this."

The Supreme Self stood from his throne, the weight of his presence warping reality itself. "Very well. Then come, Zhang Yong."

He raised his hand—

And the entire void exploded into an apocalyptic battlefield.