Absolute Domain

The abyss had shattered.

What remained was an infinite battlefield—a realm forged from chaos and power, where reality twisted and reformed with every breath.

Zhang Yong stood in the heart of the storm, his grip tightening around his divine sword. Across from him, the Supreme Self watched with cold amusement, golden blood still trailing down his cheek from the previous strike.

"You've managed to wound me." The Supreme Self chuckled, wiping the golden ichor away. "A rare feat. But tell me… can you truly withstand what comes next?"

Before Zhang Yong could answer—

BOOM!

The Supreme Self vanished.

Zhang Yong's instincts screamed—he barely tilted his head as a devastating palm strike tore past him, fracturing space itself.

CRACK!

The sheer force sent Zhang Yong flying back—his body shattered the boundaries of the void, crashing through thousands of floating celestial ruins. Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through his very soul.

"Tch… his speed is unreal."

Zhang Yong twisted midair, stopping himself with a burst of black lightning, his Krishna Domain surging outward.

The Supreme Self stood where he once had, still composed, still godlike.

"You react well. But you rely too much on instinct," he mused. "Let me show you the difference between us."

Then—he lifted a single finger.

The battlefield collapsed.

Zhang Yong's eyes widened as the very fabric of existence folded inward—turning into an endless tsunami of celestial destruction, threatening to erase him completely.

"Not good—!"

With a snarl, he crossed his blades, forming a protective seal—Krishna's Eternal Suppression—but the force overwhelmed him instantly.

BOOM!

Darkness.

For a brief moment, everything was silent. Zhang Yong felt his body spiraling through nothingness, his senses flickering in and out.

"Did I lose…?"

No.

He refused.

From within the void, something ignited.

A memory.

A voice.

"You are Zhang Yong. The last true human. The one who will surpass all things."

His eyes snapped open.

His blood burned.

With a roar, he broke through the void itself—shattering the illusion of defeat—and re-emerged onto the battlefield, his aura now a towering inferno of golden-black lightning.

The Supreme Self narrowed his eyes.

"So you still stand," he mused.

Zhang Yong wiped the blood from his mouth, his grin savage. "You talk too much."

And then—

He attacked.

Faster than light. Faster than thought.

His blade clashed with the Supreme Self's, the impact collapsing stars, splitting realms, and shaking the very foundations of existence.

The real battle had just begun.