Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies

"You?!" Pseudo-God Kirri’s hand was darkening at a visible rate, Yan Zaizen’s hand upon his wrist was like the grip of the god of death. He felt the deathly aura infuse within his already withered and decrepit body. While he seemed to have no eyes, his sockets contorted to display his shock and surprise.

To him, Yan Zaizen was but an ant awaiting his boot. However, the aura he exuded wasn’t particularly powerful, but very profound. He had never witnessed such pure, untamed source of death aura before.

That being said, while he was shocked, who was he? A Pseudo-God revered by all, feared by all, and even the very heavens can only look up to him.

ROAR!

He viciously roared. An explosive force that caused the already shattered dimensional space to tremble further was unleashed, ruthlessly pressing towards Yan Zaizen.

Yan Zaizen’s hand snapped away, pushed by that forceful power. Frowning lightly, Yan Zaizen didn’t retreat. The force crashed into his body with the might to shatter planets, and his body was seemingly obliterated into black mist.

"The Key!" Celestial Creator Byzi exclaimed, his poise collapsed as the utter shock of this sight shook his vision. He had never thought Pseudo-God Kirri would actually kill Yan Zaizen so ruthlessly.

"YOU FOOL!!!" The rage was palpable. His white robe changed color, taking a bright orange and orange lightning flickered wildly around his body. As he did so, his hair stood on its ends, spiky unlike its originally free-flowing volume.

Pseudo-God Kirri was similarly shocked. Yan Zaizen had transformed into powdery mist, his soul aura had vanished abruptly, signifying his death. He had attacked on impulse, but he still reigned in the majority of his power, withholding his Path of Power from his heavenly might.

His state of bewilderment was quite short as Creator God Byzi, a man he considered an equal, dashed furiously towards him. Behind Byzi, an illusory world of orange was created. In it, there were living things, laws and paths. It was as if that world was one of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Realms.

Pseudo-God Kirri didn’t dare hold back. He ignored the mist and readied his might, using his Path of Power to bring about the utmost strength of the World Compression Path. He transformed into a beam of light and matched Byzi’s assault.

The exchange was ferocious as millions of miles of space trembled and collapsed. Even the black and orange worldships nearby had to retreat. In the face of two enraged God’s fighting, even another one had to retreat swiftly.

In a literal breath, over a thousand exchanges had unfolded, each with a seemingly unlimited power behind it. The entire Heavenly Origin Grounds was experiencing a ferocious shock, terraforming on the most subatomic level.

The immediate world was infused with orange glow and two-dimensional objects, compressed in an unfathomable manner.

After a heavy-handed exchange, the two segregated a distance with at least ten thousand miles between them. This distance was but a blink for them. Creator God Byzi had a calm expression, his rage abating due to the exchange.

"You killed the ’Key’ and for what? From henceforth, all Celestials will be your enemy. You will die very soon, know this." Creator God Byzi’s words were glacial in tone, sending a chill into the spine of every existence that heard it.

Pseudo-God Kirri had faint traces of orange glow around his brown-robe. "You celestials are the true fools. Hoping for a ’Key’. Your destiny is to remain here and die here. I do not fear you or anyone." Those words echoed without a hint of fear, treating Creator God Byzi’s words like utter air.

His hollow eyes seemed to say: "If one comes, I’ll kill one. If two comes, I’ll kill two. If all come, I’ll commit genocide."

Creator God Byzi’s calm expression turned into a scowl. "We’ll see about th-"

Just as those words were leaving his lips, he grew startled by the momentary shift behind Pseudo-God Kirri. A small, nearly imperceptible, pale white flame emerged behind him. This flame seemed to take on the various aura of the surroundings, and with his celestial sense, it seemed to not exist or be an abnormality. If it wasn’t for his particular angle, he might’ve missed it altogether.

Pseudo-God Kirri sneered. He truly feared no one.

"If you have no fears, then you should have no regrets. I’ll send you off." A voice rippled behind him, causing Pseudo-God Kirri to shake in shock. He tried to hurriedly turn around.

Psh!

A jet-black object pierced through his skull. It was swift, decisive, and quick as if it ignored space itself. His head was like a ceramic bowl, with the object being a hammer crushing it entirely. There were shards scattering, but before they got far, a black mist absorbed them. Before long, the entirety of Pseudo-God Kirri was consumed by jet-black mist.

There was not even a scream or exclamation.

"When you get to Hell, be sure to tell others I’m coming." The voice echoed as Yan Zaizen’s figure emerged from the pale white flame, his entirety still brimming with a deathly aura.

Earlier, Yan Zaizen hadn’t been blasted to eternal death. He was truly shocked by the power of a Pseudo-God. A single roar being held back was so fundamentally powerful that he had truly been killed in a single strike. This caused his heart to grow cold as he realized that the absolute difference between Heavenly Creation Realm experts were incredibly large, unfathomably so.

Fortunately, he was exerting the conceptual law, now Heavenly Dao, of the Siphoning Orb of Death and its companion the White Flame of Life. It fueled his Heavenly Shrine, so when he was obliterated into misty smoke, he wildly started siphoning enough existential material to rapidly grow. With his powerful soul, he remained conscious, enough for the White Flame of Life to ignite off the material and rejuvenate.

While the two Gods exchanged powerful blows, Yan Zaizen used their remnant power to resurrect himself from temporary death. It was a very odd experience, close to his sensation in the Asura Phantom Realm.

His Heavenly Shrine had reached a crucial point, establishing a Minor Heaven. At the moment, his pyramid-shaped Heavenly Shrine was an intermix of three colors: black, white, and cyan.

They represented his swirling wisps of Death, Life, and Soul. Shockingly, they were the representation of his ’Minor’ Heavens. They were lively and had the truest of auras. He could feel their resonance and thoughts. He had never unfathomed that his Regalia of Heavens would develop their own Daos and integrate into his Heavenly Shrine, evolving into Minor Heavens.

When he inspected each wisp, he saw a world of their respective makings. The heaven of death was filled with cold absolution and hunger for all things. The heaven of life was filled with warmth and flames, but had actual living creatures within. In fact, each flame was a life. The heaven of soul was interesting as all sorts of spiritual illusions and creatures emerged and dissipated without rhythm, constantly and endlessly changing and shifting..

They represented their conceptual laws, but they were fully pure. He could feel the Law of Death, Life, and Soul he gained from the golden orb emanating from each of them. They were complete.

Thanks to these three forms of power and his Law of Mimicry, he revived and hid himself from the surroundings. If the Celestials and Heavenly cultivators continued to use their way of sensing him, he would be discovered regardless of how he mimicked, but in a fight like this and the element of surprise, he overcome an actual God.

He could feel the soul and energy of Pseudo-God Kirri being constantly devoured and refined, both by his Minor Heaven of Death and his Blackhole. They were gluttons, consuming everything with not even the bare bones left behind.

Calmly, he turned his gaze towards Creator God Byzi. His expression was solemn. Yan Zaizen smiled with his handsome face, despite it being marred by emanating black mist. "I don’t know why you wish to throw yourself into death to hunt me down, but I think its time for us to discuss this, right?"

If it was before, he would’ve taken action against Creator God Byzi. With his newfound Heavenly Creation Realm cultivation base with three perfect Minor Heavens fueling his might, he felt somewhat confident to ensure his life at the very least. In truth, his battle intent was soaring. However, Creator God Byzi seemed to not wish for his death by any means, and said nothing about being a Non-Entity, but a ’Key’. This shocked him inwardly and had a desire to know why they were after him.

He deserved to know.

Creator God Byzi was somewhat taken aback by Yan Zaizen’s words. Nevertheless, he smiled. "Since no one is around, lets talk then."

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