Abyssal Sovereign: The Demon's Dominion

Azerak stared at the drop of blood.

It pulsed faintly now, as if responding to him. Slowly, he stretched out his hand.

The blood floated from Alayot's palm and sank directly into Azerak's body.

"Argh...!"

Azerak groaned, overwhelmed by the pain. His divine cells were being obliterated, torn apart and replaced by new, incomprehensibly potent ones. His bones, already golden and dense, were now covered in darkness, reforged into something even harder.

This… this blood…

A being who had lived since the early days of this multiverse was stunned. Now that he was in direct contact with it, there was no doubt this blood was divine. And more than that…

It's not from this multiverse... Then where is this race from?

Just as Azerak's mind wrestled with the pain, a vision struck him.

Alayot observed Azerak's transformation into a lesser Aeron with a composed expression. Watching a multi-universal realm being undergo a transformation was a rare sight, even for him and he wasn't going to miss a moment.

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The Abyss...

Boom…

Boom…

Crack...

The sky shattered as golden and crimson blood dyed the heavens. Reality twisted, fractured, and collapsed.

Terrifying energy waves rippled across layers of space, shattering each one in succession.

The Primordial Abyss, dormant for countless eras, had erupted into war once more, a war so vast it shook even the First Layer of Space from the fourth layer of space.

Each clash between a Rank 3 Demon and a Rank 3 Angel spelled the death of entire galaxies sometimes even universes.

Beings who once considered themselves gods were left dumbfounded by the aftershocks of the battle.

In the Fourth Layer of Space, Void battled five Archangels in a brutal life-or-death clash.

Most Rank 3 beings in this war were mere clones of Rank 5 or even Rank 6 entities.

But Void ,he was the real deal. A true Rank 3 being, and a quasi-High Realm at that, fighting alone for survival.

BOOM!

A collision between a sword and an axe echoed across space. Cracks spread like veins in glass, revealing for an instant the Fifth Layer of Space.

Then it vanished.

Void and one of the angels were blasted backward. Blood poured from Void's wounds… but they healed instantly.

"Increase your attacks," one of the middle-tier Rank 3 angels commanded. "Every demon we kill is a victory for the angelic race."

The others nodded, charging again.

Void fought with everything he had, sword, claws, even his tail.

Even for someone at the quasi-high realm, the fight was brutal. One mistake could mean devastation.

Rank 3 beings couldn't truly kill each other, not completely. They could destroy each other's bodies but which Rank 3 would want to start over rebuilding from scratch?

Yes, their souls could also be destroyed, though they'd still technically remain "alive."

That's what it meant to be a five-dimensional being: complex and incomprehensible. Their essence their origin was what truly mattered.

BOOM!

Void crashed down from the Fourth Layer of Space into the Fourth Abyss, coughing up blood.

His regeneration was beginning to fail. The angels' Light Law was corroding him. The crater he landed in was a thousand mythological units deep.

He gripped his sword, pulling himself up.

"Damn... I really hate angels," he muttered coldly.

Void's form towered larger than a universe as he rose and stared up at the descending angels.

They weren't in much better shape. Their armor was cracked, weapons chipped, and divine blood stained their robes.

BOOM.

As they landed, a terrifying gravitational force caught them off guard. They knelt unwillingly.

Void acted instantly, using Light Law fused with Speed Law, crossing shattered space in an instant.

"He...?!"

The angels were stunned by his mastery. At Rank 3, most beings could manipulate laws, but Void's control was abnormally precise.

Laws themselves had tiers: Low, Middle, High, Peak, and Origin.

Void had pushed most of his to at least Middle mastery, thanks to the training of his slaves and the unique boost from being #1 on the Hans List.

Still, the angels were veterans. They reacted swiftly, using Space Law to extend distance between them and Void.

"Damn…" Void cursed, realizing he had struck only space itself.

His slash had cut through dimensions, and the blade's echo appeared in the First Layer obliterating entire universes.

Before the angels could breathe a sigh of relief, they noticed something strange.

Their movements had… slowed down.

Void had activated Time Law, learning from his earlier mistake. This time, he stayed at range and unleashed an even deadlier move.

Infinity Law.

No matter how far they ran this strike would reach them.

The angels' expressions changed.

A blinding light suddenly exploded Multi-Neutralization Annihilation. Dimensions cracked and shattered.

They had escaped Infinity.

But then… all five angels froze.

A dreadful chill ran down their backs.

They turned and saw it.

Another attack, massive and unstoppable, heading right for them.

The first had been a feint.

Void had used Sun Wukong's Strength Law, amplifying his power many times over, and then layered it with his strongest law, Fire.

The angels screamed. Their divine vessels were already igniting from the inside before the attack even struck.

BOOM!

An explosion, powerful enough to erase a forming multiverse, tore through the battlefield.

And at the center stood Void.

Before him floated five massive, divine souls.

He was half-destroyed blood pouring from his body, each drop larger than a galaxy.

Still, Void didn't hesitate.

He opened his jaws and devoured the five souls.

His body healed instantly.

As he turned to leave..

A new voice spoke.

"I must commend you. You had a bright future... but sadly, you're a demon."

A new angel appeared, with six majestic wings and a long, divine sword.

A High Realm Rank 3 Angel.

Void narrowed his eyes.

So… it begins again.

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In the Fitel...

A Rank 3 being moved at incredible speed. It was Sun Wukong finally heading toward the realm where the Titans dwelled.

He passed by universes, worlds, and even entire multiverses.

He had been traveling for months... maybe even years. No one was keeping count anymore.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally arrived at a terrifying dimensional gorge.

The dimension had been split open by a being of unimaginable power but more than that, it marked the entrance to the world of the Titans.

Sun Wukong came to a halt and stared at the cut in space. It was impossibly clean and radiated a deadly pressure. The lingering sword intent still hovered there like a phantom.

If Sun Wukong so much as touched it, his body would be destroyed instantly.

Just then, a light ignited on his forehead the Titan mark embedded within him began to glow. It responded, and the seal to the Titan Realm opened before him.

Without hesitation, Sun Wukong dove in entering the domain of the Titans.

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