Myriad Devils-Chapter 225: Otherworldly Ascension (4/5)

The stage was set against the backdrop of an awe-inspiring cosmic tableau. The Victorious Fighting Army, a mortal assemblage of warriors, stood resolutely atop the thundering waterfalls.

Each member was a mortal existence at the very least, in the third world. Their presence commanded the attention of the worlds, if only there were not those present that transcended worlds.

Above, the magisterial army lounged upon the billowing clouds of the Heaven’s Edge Domain, their forms both celestial and otherworldly.

Each brilliant figure was adorned in magnificent armor crafted from shimmering gold that caught the light of distant stars, radiating an ethereal glow.

The chest plates were intricately embossed with celestial motifs, depicting swirling galaxies and ancient symbols of power, fitting snugly against their torsos for both protection and freedom of movement.

Large, ornate shoulder pauldrons featured spikes that rose like mountain peaks, while delicate engravings of mythical beasts spiraled around the edges.

Their gauntlets, adorned with pulsating gemstones, and greaves extending up to their thighs allowed for agile movements in battle.

Flowing from their shoulders were rich crimson cloaks, billowing like the fabric of the cosmos, lined with gold thread and embroidered with symbols that shimmered as if alive.

Beyond this celestial gathering, a cosmic sea spread infinitely, alive with the remnants of shattered stars. These remnants orbited Earth in a chaotic yet mesmerizing dance, casting a soft, eerie light that replaced the sun of the old world.

The Supreme Commander’s incomprehensible power had wrought this transformation in the near territory of Earth, reshaping the very fabric of space.

There was a banquet table that stretched across the cosmos, a grandiose sight that seemed to defy the limits of space and time.

It was adorned with celestial delicacies, shimmering dishes that sparkled like the stars they came from. In this banquet, the closer one sat to Earth, the greater their status; however, those farther away held unimaginable power themselves.

Each seat represented the standing of the beings present.

At the head of the table, a cosmic fog obscured the Overlords who commanded the scene.

Obscured by cosmic fog, it was not by choice but due to the cosmic consciousness investigating their every move.

Only one, the Human Lord, could be seen clearly, his expression unreadable yet intense.

Even the cosmic consciousness dared not encroach into his space, opting instead to assess from farther away.

His gaze flickered with interest as he watched Anon unsheathe his blade, a moment that seemed to ripple through an indescribable gathering.

The voices of the Overlords resonated with authority, each word imbued with a weight that inspired reverent worship.

"How is that even possible?" one voice, an Overlord’s voice, sounded, quickly followed by others.

"The weaponry arts of a Supreme master resonate with the Supreme realm, and can not be restricted by the cosmic ruling. No wonder you can be so daring. A mortal battling an otherworldly creature, how commendable, how commendable."

"A mortal achieving Supreme mastery... dare I ask, what special nurturing do you, the Human Lord, prepare for your progeny?"

The faintest of smiles played on Aegon’s lips. Unknowingly, Anon had attained Supreme mastery of the bladed path as a mortal existence.

"He had mastered certain magic, and with his unfathomable soul, he could showcase power beyond the constraints of the cosmic ruling; this is where this King’s confidence came from."

Aegon’s words brought the Overlords, shrouded by the cosmic fog, to a stunned silence.

The Human Lord’s eyes showed traces of an unreadable emotion.

"As a mortal, achieving Supreme mastery was not written down by me. Hmm, little one, release more of its restrictions..."

Though Aegon’s lips moved, no one besides those whom he deemed to hear could hear his words.

.....

By the time the humanoid dragon had come to a stop, it remained submerged in the river waters, dazed for a time.

But even from hundreds of miles away, traces of its aura gurgled with increasing intensity, and the otherworldly power emanating from its figure rose dramatically.

Nestling his hands against the hilt of his sheathed twin blades, Anon leisurely awaited the humanoid dragon’s return.

The quicker one accepted their death, the easier the rest of one’s life would be.

What was otherworldly ascension?

To begin otherworldly ascension, the soul needed to leave the body and, from a higher vantage point, commence spirit, flesh unity.

Though there were techniques designed to achieve this, the most assuring way was through death.

When the doors of death arrived, drawing one’s soul into it, naturally, the body and soul would be separated, giving the entity a short timeframe in which they could achieve spirit, flesh unity.

Instances where the soul easily leaves the body, like in the Inverted Sky Dimension, were only possible because otherworldly ascension was impossible in such a dimension.

There, the spirit was suppressed, stellar cosmic energy was nonexistent, and otherworldly ascension was impossible.

He who needed to die anyway did not feel a need to worry over anything. The only reason he bothered to resist this humanoid dragon’s previous attacks was simply because they were too weak and unable to harm him.

This creature could not kill him.

Though he, Anon, was merely a mortal existence, he was also a primordial drifter. Even when he was a mature drifter with true mastery over the body and blood magic, destroying his head or heart was not enough to kill him.

Even the evisceration of his entire fleshy body could not instantly kill him.

To truly kill the mortal existence, Anon Xerxes?

A blurred figure suddenly materialized before Anon. In its wake was a powerful gust of wind that lifted the river’s waters.

With such speed, it seemed that even light had trouble keeping up to him.

A celestial vibrance spread as Anon unsheathed his blades. Once more, the two, one mortal and another, otherworldly, exchanged moves.

Mortals around the world, seeing this battle, bubbled with excitement and awe. The army of superior mortals stared with reverence and shock.

The members of the otherworldly army riding the clouds were caught between feelings of disbelief, apprehension, and envious admiration.

This was a mortal that suppressed an otherworldly creature. No matter how much of its power was sealed, this was still an otherworldly creature.

Thereafter, another shackle on the otherworldly creature was released; however, this mortal was still capable of confrontation without retreat...

It was breaking world views and cosmic understandings!

Every draconic slash shredded space and contained the incomprehensible crushing momentum of worlds; however, Anon’s blades, appearing ordinary, contained a supreme power within them.

His every thrust, vertical hack, diagonal slash, and horizontal cut appeared like the standard attack of a mortal dual wielder.

So, the dragon wondered, why were they so frightening?

The mortal one and the otherworldly dragon made space quake with their every clash, and caused the waters of the endless river to stir with their every movement.

Though the humanoid dragon towered over the mortal human, it was the latter whose eyes were half-closed and attacked at his own leisure.

The prideful dragon felt rage and unwillingness, but what could he do when he could not even wield a percentage of his true power?

Speaking of, a percentage of infinity was still infinity, right?

The increase that would come with one percent of its power would bring his strength into an entirely new dimension.

This was a fundamentally different state of power.

And really, it was as if god had heard these cries...

The radiance escaping his body continuously intensified, and the very nature of his aura began to warp.

Anon instantly retreated; however, a crimson hue shot out of his own body, and for a time unknown, he found himself frozen in place, mid-air, stuck in retreat.

The dragon roared with pleasure.

"Good, good, good..."

It wished to chop this human to pieces and torture him; however, it knew that the Human Lord was watching, and an entire otherworldly army was present.

It had no time to do any of that.

With the power of an otherworldly creature at play, killing this human was instantaneous.

Even an Overlord would not be capable of reacting in time, right?

The disparity between an otherworldly creature and an Overlord was infinitely wide; however, the disparity between an otherworldly creature and a mortal was much vaster, surely.

Fundamentally, dimensionally, theoretically, metamorphically, and all kinds of fancy words could not truly describe such a vast difference.

With otherworldly power at play, an elusive apparition appeared once again. Anon, frozen, could not react even if he was not stuck in time.

These sweeping claws completely tore apart Anon’s fleshy body, obliterating every single cell.

Even his spirit was shattered into countless fragments.

Anon’s soul was evaporated by such an attack.

Instant death...

The world came to a halt, covered in a black and white hue, as if time itself had paused to witness this moment.

Shadows elongated and twisted; something was manifesting itself, creating an eerie stillness that hung in the air.

Behind the location of Anon’s death, two doors manifested, doused in the darkest black, absorbing any light that dared to approach.

Their surface shimmered with an unsettling feeling, reflecting the oblivion beyond.

It was as if they were gateways to a realm untouched by time or space, an abyss whispering secrets of the forgotten.

As these doors slowly opened, a power unlike any other surged forth, drawing the remnants of Anon’s soul toward them.

The very essence of his being felt the magnetic pull, and a cacophony of distant voices echoed from within, each carrying fragments of untold stories, urging him to step in.

Anon clicked his nonexistent tongue.

Now was not the time to visit the realm of death.

He had a limited time before he was pulled in and drowned by the sea of oblivion behind those doors.

His fragmented soul was still unfathomable, and unless he was pulled into the doors of death, he was still, theoretically, alive.

Down to his cells and atoms were destroyed, but this was okay.

What truly made an existence an existence?

Between the fleshy body and the spiritual body was a faint connection. This connection would be the guiding light to spirit, flesh unity.

Only after developing an unfathomable soul did the veil covering the truth lift before Anon’s eyes.

Each mortal cell contained sixty-three metaphysical cores, creating an unprecedented metaphysical system which connected the metaphysical and material worlds.

Otherworldly ascension was achieved by destroying the spirit into countless fragments, and leaving a spiritual imprint on each of the metaphysical cores in the metaphysical system.

But how many trillions of cells were there in the mortal body?

And sixty-three cores within each cell...

Most fifth-world spirits would dissipate before birthing enough fragments to leave a spiritual imprint in each core.

And Anon...

He had a spirit in the first layer of the second world...