First Legendary Dragon: Starting With The Limitless System-Chapter 259: Past

Echo stood at the heart of the shattered void, the remnants of the Prime Realm floating around him in ghostly fragments of reality.

His timeless golden energy surrounded Orion protectively, a gentle sanctuary amidst the utter ruin wrought by the mere shadows of the gathered Emperors.

Echo’s expression was solemn, deeply burdened by the tragic destruction—a consequence of merely the shadows of beings whose true forms could not even enter this fragile space without annihilating it instantly.

Around him, reality itself was warped, space fractured and folded in impossible patterns, and stars blinked silently through distant rifts. In this eerie silence, tension simmered, dangerously close to erupting into cosmic violence.

The Death True Dragon Emperor’s enormous presence loomed darkly above, eyes blazing like dying suns.

His voice was impossibly heavy, reverberating through the fabric of the shattered realm, resonating with absolute authority. "You may be one of the strongest beings within the Chiliocosm Structure, Throneless Emperor—but even you are not the strongest."

Echo nodded slowly, acknowledging the truth without resistance. His silvered hair shifted gently as he raised his gaze, meeting the unfathomable eyes of the Death Dragon Emperor.

"Yes," Echo agreed quietly, a faint note of wistfulness woven into his calm voice. "I’m not the strongest. Those two are."

The gathered Emperors—both the oppressive dark faction and the radiant faction of light—shifted subtly, the atmosphere momentarily easing as Echo invoked the names of the two supreme powers whose might transcended even their own.

Echo continued, voice low and deeply respectful, "Now that we’ve touched upon them—tell me, how fare the Destruction True Dragon Emperor and the Creation Phoenix Empress?"

For a fleeting instant, even the mighty Death Dragon Emperor’s oppressive aura softened, replaced by a grudging respect and ancient reverence shared by all present.

Silence stretched briefly before the Time Dragon Emperor finally spoke, his voice as ancient and profound as eternity itself, woven from endless rivers of cosmic memory and inevitability.

"The two of them are still resting," Time Dragon Emperor murmured gently, his tone layered with quiet admiration and a deep sadness born from profound understanding. "They have not awakened since the Primordial War. They deserve their rest."

The assembled Emperors, even those steeped deeply in darkness, nodded solemnly in unified agreement.

Every being present knew clearly the sacrifices made by those two peerless beings. Their contributions had been unmatched, their wounds deeper than any present had ever borne.

The fleeting peace fractured once more, tension rapidly returning as the Death Dragon Emperor’s burning gaze shifted sharply back to Echo.

His voice darkened again, harsh and edged with cold accusation. "Then, knowing this, why are you attempting to break the very rules that you yourself established? We cannot interfere with the growth of Limitless Bearers. Doing so would plunge reality itself into chaos."

Echo’s voice was quiet, but it carried the weight of disappointment etched across endless years. "I have high hopes for him—more than I’ve ever placed in any other. If he undergoes Evolution now, he’ll remain in hibernation for decades—perhaps nearly a century. He will miss the events about to unfold, events critical to the destiny of the entire Chilicosm."

The Death Dragon Emperor’s gaze narrowed sharply, a deep, rumbling growl vibrating through the shattered void. His words carried a deadly edge, resonating with quiet menace. "A mere hundred years is nothing. And that does not justify breaking your own law—"

Echo’s voice sharpened abruptly, cutting through the oppressive atmosphere with sudden, unyielding authority. "You have already abandoned the Limitless Bearers! You have turned your backs on the original purpose we all agreed upon. You chose instead to begin the Ninth Epoch—to push blindly into unknown realms without considering what might awaken as a consequence."

The void itself trembled under Echo’s accusation, the implications rippling outward, causing the gathered Emperors to glance subtly at one another, tensions momentarily thickening into silent unease.

Even the Death Dragon Emperor paused, momentarily rendered speechless by Echo’s pointed words.

Yet his pause was brief. Composure returning swiftly, the Death Dragon Emperor spoke again, voice calm yet unyielding, carrying the heavy burden of countless eons of frustrated patience.

"We have waited—trillions of years. Epoch after epoch, Limitless Bearers rose—and failed. We have received nothing. None of us can harness Limitless; none among us can bring forth the promised salvation."

His voice grew colder, quieter, yet even more dangerous in its chilling logic. "So yes—we decided to take matters into our own hands. We refused to be bound any longer by false hope, choosing instead a path we can control—a path toward certainty."

Echo’s expression hardened slowly, yet sadness lingered deeply within his ancient eyes. "Certainty? You believe yourselves prepared to handle whatever lies beyond the boundaries of our Chilicosm Structure? You think you can manage the consequences of disturbing beings whose strength we cannot comprehend, whose existence defies all our known laws?"

The gathered Emperors were silent, tension thickening unbearably. Echo continued, his voice heavy, laden with ancient sorrow and reluctant truth. "You risk unleashing horrors we fought so desperately to contain in the Primordial War. The Limitless Bearer was meant to protect us from precisely those threats, to become our final shield and weapon—not something to be cast aside when convenient."

Time Emperor interjected then, his voice calm yet filled with quiet urgency. "We understand your point, Echo, but rules exist for a reason. You set them yourself to prevent chaotic interference. What makes this one mortal so different from the countless who have failed before?"

Echo glanced quietly downward, his gaze resting gently upon Orion’s unconscious form, his voice dropping to a quiet whisper filled with unwavering conviction. "Because I did not choose him for the Limitless. His fate chose Limitless itself. His fate is grander than all else before him."

Silence hung heavily, each faction weighing Echo’s solemn declaration. The Death Dragon Emperor finally broke the quiet, his voice low and dangerous, a final warning threaded carefully into every word. "You may believe what you wish, Throneless Emperor—but breaking your own law will shatter the balance we’ve maintained since the Primordial War. If you persist in this, we cannot ignore it."

Echo’s calm gaze never wavered, his voice steady yet gentle, infused with the quiet strength of absolute resolve. "I have already made my choice. You may have abandoned your faith, but I refuse to abandon mine."

Slowly, deliberately, Echo raised his hand once more, golden threads of ancient cosmic laws weaving silently around his fingers, their gentle glow radiating softly yet defiantly amidst the oppressive darkness.

The Emperors bristled subtly, their collective auras surging dangerously, yet Echo remained steadfast, prepared to face any consequence.

Reality itself seemed poised on the edge of annihilation, tension balanced precariously between cosmic forces immeasurable and absolute.

"Enough!"

The single word reverberated softly through the shattered void, yet carried enough authority to still even the oppressive darkness of the Death Dragon Emperor’s presence.

Time Dragon Emperor slowly stepped forward, his celestial form shimmering gently with rivers of luminous sands that flowed endlessly around him.

Each grain seemed to contain within it the memories of entire epochs, gleaming softly in the suspended silence.

"Enough," he repeated quietly, exhaling a breath that rippled subtly across the fractured cosmos. "You need not worry about this matter any further."

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