Chapter 670: An Ineffable Family (4)
Ash watched the severed halves of the Eternal Creation drift apart in the void, golden-black blood still leaking from the clean cuts.
"Pretty anticlimactic, huh?" He muttered as he turned his gaze toward the distant, radiant Primordial Oceans — the two vast seas of pure creative essence the Mother and Father had created.
They shimmered above in the Primordial Expanse like living galaxies, their surfaces swirling with endless streams of possibility, narrative power, and raw creation.
He glanced at Primordia, now standing beside him, watching as the remnants of the fused entity steadily dissolved into nothingness.
"Yeah, pretty anticlimactic," she said with a nod, her smile still firmly in place. "Though I did have some fun."
Primordia couldn’t help but revel in the novelty of her new humanoid form, and even though the Eternal Creation had proven to be... well, less than impressive, she couldn’t deny the thrill coursing through her.
"Well, since you’ve had such a great time..." Ash remarked with a light chuckle, fully aware she wouldn’t be thrilled about what came next.
"Feel free to enjoy yourself with the others," he continued, his tone easy and unhurried.
"When it’s time to go, you’ll get the message." And with that, Ash vanished without giving her even the slightest opportunity to argue.
There was no flash of light, no ripple in space.
He was simply gone, as if he had never been there to begin with, leaving behind only the faint afterimage of his presence and the lingering warmth of his words.
Primordia stood alone for a moment, rolling her eyes with a small, exasperated huff.
"Bastard.... of course he would leave me again," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head.
"How... Typical."
She then turned, her long red-and-lavender hair swaying as she shot off toward the rest of the Ineffable Pantheon, her form blurring into a streak of light as she rejoined the ongoing battle with a sharp, eager grin on her face.
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BOOOOM!!!!!!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!!!!
Luna and Ancestor Seeker stood together in the vast, empty void high above the raging battlefield.
The air here was beyond thin, carrying the faint tang of spilled divinity, mana and the distant, constant rumble of explosions and roars from far below.
Golden and black flashes lit up the darkness in violent bursts, illuminating the endless tide of Divine Horrors clashing against the Ineffable Pantheon’s forces.
Luna, the Goddess of Alchemy, watched with a calm, thoughtful expression, her long golden hair drifting gently in the conceptual winds.
Beside her, Ancestor Seeker — now the Goddess of Infinite Books — stood with her ancient tome hovering silently at her side.
Her presence was scholarly and ethereal, her brown hair flowing.
Now... with nothing more than a thought, she could manifest any book she desired — grimoires containing forbidden knowledge, tomes that granted instant mastery over new powers, or entire encyclopedias that rewrote the fabrics of existence itself.
Knowledge, abilities, even new conceptual paths — all of it could be created and absorbed in the span of a single page.
This was who she had become now... a Goddess, or more precisely, a Novel Creator of the Ineffable Pantheon, though perhaps the title she held most dearly was being Ash’s wife.
Seeker gave a soft, slightly overwhelmed chuckle as her gaze the chaotic battle unfolding far below.
"So... what do you think of the family?" Luna asked gently, tilting her head toward her.
Seeker’s eyes stayed fixed on the distant clash for a moment longer before she finally spoke, her voice tinged with both wonder and disbelief.
"Honestly? It’s... a lot," she said, a faint, almost surreal smile tugging at her lips.
"I spent trillions of years waiting for that damn tournament, convinced it would be the moment that defined everything. And now?"
She let out a low chuckle, shaking her head as the memories played in her mind.
That tournament had been the singular path toward the Prime Expanse—the next step on the endless road of cultivation.
Yet standing here now, it all felt like some kind of cruel joke.
"Who knew that it never even mattered. And here I am... with all of you, watching gods and nightmares tear each other apart like it’s just another day."
She shook her head slowly, her brown hair drifting in the wind.
"Who knew that after all that waiting, I’d end up here? Part of something like this."
Luna smiled warmly, leaning in to give Seeker’s shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Fufufu, it really does feel surreal, doesn’t it?" she murmured with a playful lilt. "But now, it’s our kind of surreal. And I believe... this is exactly where we’re meant to be."
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Below the two women, Shia moved like a storm of pure madness.
She appeared in front of Sylas in a blur, her black hair whipping wildly behind her as her pale fist connected with the side of his head in a devastating punch.
CRRRRRRAAAAAACK!!!!!
BOOOOOM!!!!!!!
The impact was... absolutely brutal.
Sylas’s head whipped to the side with a bone-cracking force, his body twisting wildly as the blow completely killed his forward momentum.
In an instant, he was flung backward like some shattered comet, plowing straight through the endless horde of Divine Horrors behind him.
With everyone towering at such monstrous sizes....
The collision wiped out over a million of the grotesque things in a single moment, their forms bursting into clouds of black mist as Sylas tumbled helplessly through their ranks, spinning and crashing without any control.
BOOOOM!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!!
BOOOOM!!!!!
Each collision sent more horrors flying, their shrieks and roars mixing into a cacophony of pain and confusion as the silver-haired warrior smashed through them like a wrecking ball.
Shia floated in the air where she had struck him, her black eyes gleaming with wild battle lust.
A manic grin split her face, the black tattoo under her left eye seeming to pulse with dark divinity as she laughed.
"Is that all you’ve got, you pathetic little Constellation?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mocking delight.
"I would have thought you’d be more... considering my darling brother created you."
Sylas finally stabilized himself in the distance, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he shook his head, trying to clear the fog of madness that Shia’s strike had inflicted.
His voice came out strained, laced with confusion and growing irritation.
"What... the hell is this...?" he growled, his double-edged sword trembling in his grip. "My thoughts... stop laughing at me!!!!!"
