Myriad Devils-Chapter 248: Lightspeed toward the Elven territory

In the hole of darkness, this was what remained of planet Eldara. Anon stood in the void with an unreadable expression.

This was no good.

He had not known that Overlords would so brazenly be out for him. The fact that everything had occurred without him knowing when it began, and when it finished, made him feel very disgusted.

Anon’s vertical eye had returned to the form of a divine tattoo. The eye had been strained when looking toward an Overlord, although he did not see anything, and it was only by coincidence.

His inner world violently trembled.

He had not attempted to peer into the mysteries of an Overlord; however, for his safety, the principle of Destiny naturally peered into the mysteries of the cosmic space before he stepped into the space from the Domain of Dreams.

It just so happened that an Overlord resided in the same space he sought to see past the secrets of.

The Dimension Lord represented the pinnacle of strength in the cosmic space, and the Overlord’s strength was suppressed by the cosmic consciousness, so they could, at most, display the strength just above a Dimension Lord.

This strength was not enough to insta-kill a Dimension Lord; however, the Dimension Lords mentioned in this context were not the Entry-Level Dimension Lords that Anon had the power of.

Maybe an Overlord would really not be capable of instantly overpowering him, but that made it even worse.

If the Overlord could not safely subdue him, then it would be easier to destroy him in a fit of rage.

Anon roared!

This roar quickly swept across the entire Blue Wave starfield and the thousand star systems within the starfield, but mortals could not hear it.

This roar spread for as far as a thousand star fields, spreading across the entirety of the minor region.

Such a roar caused the city lords on Earth to shift their gaze toward his direction.

The Wings of Light buzzed with intensity.

The universe around him transformed into a breathtaking blur.

Stars streaked past like glowing arrows, their brilliance flickering against the backdrop of an endless dark canvas.

Time seemed to stretch and warp, each moment elongating into infinity as Anon pierced through the fabric of reality.

The air crackled with cosmic energies and cosmic debris, vibrating with the pulse of galaxies and star fields, and he felt the very essence of cosmic space thrumming in rhythm with his wings.

With each flap of his wings, he transcended the limits of existence, piercing through celestial realms and weaving through the cosmos with an effortless grace.

Every quiver resonated with the mysteries of infinity. This was the cosmic limit that he had encroached upon, the very limit of speed across the entire cosmic space!

There were storms, cosmic storms.

Multiple energies mingled together, stellar cosmic energy, residual energy of dimensions, and as they intermingled and reacted to each other’s existence, they quickly formed into dangerous cosmic disasters...

He dived straight into the depths of a cosmic storm, and when he leapt out, a thousand drops of stellar radiance followed his form.

He was akin to a fallen angel returning to grace, ascending the heavens, against the heavens...

Cosmic storms were no more than energy sources that seeped into his Boundless physique, his Dark Soul, and were either devoured and assimilated or broken down and replicated.

With every excursion into a cosmic storm, he saw his cultivation base rise, the completion of his inner world growing ever closer to perfection, and the foundational energies making up said world, dramatically increasing.

And when his cultivation increased, his willpower increased as well. He was already on the cusp of a Level Three Willpower before setting out on this journey to the Elven Territory.

At the same time, his dream form within the Domain of Dreams continuously assessed the Supreme Armament, while he practiced the Divine Battle Art during his travels across the cosmos.

Though he would sometimes materialize within star systems, meditate on drifting stars, and enter the Supreme realm to venture up the Bladed pathway, his Willpower still did not enter the Third Level.

He stepped into the Domain of Dreams and retrieved the Region Dominating Blades, whilst his dream form retrieved from the main body an image.

This image was one to visualize and analyze.

It was the First Rank of the Wings of Cosmic Tearing.

This image contained the mysteries of the principles of Death and Destruction, and though he was favored by the principle of Death, he was not favored by the principle of Destruction.

This was a matter of complex comprehension, so it was bound to take longer than mastering the final form of the Regional Dominating Blades.

Speaking of those blades, in less than seven years, he had unlocked eleven of the thirteen forms.

Unlocking the forms of a Supreme Armament relied on one’s mastery of the pathway on which the Supreme Armament was based. The principle it was created from, so in this case, the principle of Fire, was a kind of guide that lit up the way forward.

Without the principle’s assistance, it was no different than groping for a path in the darkness, or simply put, many times more difficult.

Unlocking the forms of a Supreme Armament was akin to piecing together a puzzle, and Anon did not face any obstacles besides time itself.

But the passage of time was inherently a meaningless concept to otherworldly creatures.

Anon sat in the depths of the cosmic void.

Paradisical gazes sometimes swept over his figure; however, no other Overlord had made a move since the Wandering.

Firstly, were the Overlords so bored? Or did they all have a similar nature to the Wandering?

Naturally, no.

Secondly, Anon did not hide himself, which also meant that his every action and encounter was observable, so their appearance would be as well.

Thirdly, if an Overlord felt inclined to attack or abduct this Young Lord, who knew if this was another trap set up by the Human Emperors?

Most importantly, the Domain of Dreams spread all across the Human Domain, and possibly even further. The Weaver of Dreams was an Overlord, not a mere Dimension Lord...

Was one so daring?!

Go ahead, but whether this was being daring or being dumb, being courageous or being daft, was uncertain.

Once Anon was within the Human Domain, Overlords who desired to see through the secrets of the Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor would not desire to investigate this creature, no matter how unprecedented he, Anon Xerxes, was.

Birthed from the great cataclysm and molded by more than one cosmic disaster, at the edge of a starfield, a thousand radiant stars fell like a waterfall into the bottomless cosmic void.

Cosmic energies descended with endless momentum, capable of suppressing worlds and dominating otherworldly creatures.

Anon sat under this cosmic waterfall, deep in meditation.

His figure flashed between a humanoid behemoth with eyes the size of stars and a miniature cosmos that was neither humanoid nor a flesh-and-blood lifeform.

His inner world sometimes manifested in the outer world, and when that happened, myriad auras could be seen lighting up the world.

The foundational energies making up his world bubbled with intensity for seven months without end, and its intensity had only increased as time passed.

Eventually, he opened his eyes.

The radiance in his eyes was blinding, and the mysteries of the world that had confused him before were now like a parting fog, revealing to him a great many secrets.

After nine years, his principles of Fate, Destiny, Inevitability, and Fire had succeeded in the first stage of otherworldly consolidation.

Each had seen ten percent enlightened.

This was beyond the limits of the Earthly physique...

Enveloping and sublimating his entire inner world was a golden radiance that represented his principle of Fire, and his principles of Destiny, Fate, and Inevitability.

Across the entire inner world, star systems had taken form, each systematically maneuvering through its inner cosmos with a gestating life planet at its core.

Gestating only because his cultivation realm had not officially entered the ranks of Realm Father, or more accurately, his Willpower was yet to step into the Third Level.

For his Willpower to transform again, it meant deciphering the mysteries contained within the Supreme Force when he entered the Supreme realm once more; however, he ran the risk of destroying his will if he were to rush it.

He was not frustrated.

There was no point in rushing something when time could solve it.

In time, he would come to nurture a Third Level Willpower, and as an otherworldly creature, there was one thing he did not need to fear, and that was the flow of time.

"The principles of Fate, Destiny, and Inevitability are the foundational principles of the world, of the cosmic space. The one who wields such a principle triumphs over all others... and the one who wields all three principles is the one who is chosen."

The golden radiance surrounding him intensified with every word he proclaimed.

This was not him arrogantly proclaiming his superiority over the world, but a cosmic truth that had existed since the dawn of creation.

Everything had its own fate, destiny, and inevitability.

Even the cosmic space could be destroyed by the Overlords, and this was a fate, this was a kind of destiny, and this could even become an inevitability as well.

The principles of Fate, Destiny, and Inevitability were not the foundation of the cosmic space, but the foundational principles of the worlds!

The Dragon Burial Origin Ancestor wielded the principle of Inevitability, and it was not because he had enlightened more of a principle than anyone, but simply due to the principle itself that he had enlightened.

His strength was in its own tier compared to other Overlords.

If Overlords could destroy the cosmic space, then He could destroy the Overlords!