It was an abstract law that Atlas learned in the realm of natural gods, but it took him millions of years to organize it into a complete, omnipotent law. Once he achieved this, he became a true monster.
The lightning struck Atlas’s mana and was suppressed—for just a few seconds. The mana was completely destroyed but reconstructed at an absurd speed, taking less than the blink of an eye to return to peak strength, like an unrelenting sea that endlessly pursues the shore.
With each passing second, the lightning destroyed things farther away. For millions of kilometers, everything began to collapse, and even tens of millions of kilometers away, space was extremely fragile. It was a demonstration of power beyond all sense.
The lightning continued to descend with an indescribable fury, consuming everything in its path as if the very concept of existence was being obliterated by its presence. Invisible waves of energy swept through space, dissolving even the most resilient particles and leaving an absolute void in its wake. Nearby stars flickered and dimmed, unable to withstand the insane pressure of that impact. The fabric of reality shattered into visible fragments, with cracks in the very space-time, like a splintered window. Any trace of ordinary mana evaporated before even coming close, making it clear that this was far beyond normal laws.
The world’s orbit would be completely altered, and the effects would extend for trillions of kilometers if it weren’t for Yan’s intervention. The god could only do a few things to hold back the effects; too much interference would result in an attack from the heavens, and he would undoubtedly be unable to withstand even a single true move from those mages seated on the thrones.
Those beings were far beyond divinity; they were vastly above the universe’s power itself. They were literally above the universe in terms of strength—the universe could not maintain their bodies in a physical state. Yan didn’t even comprehend the scale of that power.
The lightning split into thousands of smaller bolts, and Atlas’s mana divided into thousands of pieces. It was as if a web of mirrors appeared, each displaying a different battle between mana and lightning. In some places, mana achieved absolute victory; in others, there was no sign of it even having a chance.
It took a few minutes, but most there realized what was happening—space-time had completely shattered. These were points in the future and the past happening all at once, without any intervals. In each situation, time was proceeding differently.
Kayden had never seen time itself breaking. Atlas was fighting dozens of battles simultaneously without any interval between them. His consciousness existed in thousands of points at once, and nowhere, an utterly insane feat only achievable by someone who had mastered the laws of time. Complete mastery was a minimum requirement.
Only Yan there had achieved such mastery, and to him, what was happening was even more terrifying. Time was shattered an infinite number of times, with each second splintering into dozens of seconds endlessly. In each scenario, the lightning struck differently; in each moment, Atlas had to fight differently and use mana in a unique manner.
Kayden couldn’t even comprehend what was happening, but the difficulty of the ten bolts grew even greater in his eyes. At that moment, he truly understood that a ten-bolt mage was a mortal capable of reaching a god’s level of strength.
Logically, a god would still be capable of killing a ten-bolt mage; that was a vast barrier to surpass. Even if a mage had the strength of a god, they would never wield it with the same proficiency, and that was the fundamental difference in this situation.
As realms progressed, raw strength mattered less. It was always the quality of techniques and the mage’s understanding of their abilities. Strength mattered only in simpler realms or among mages with few bolts, as a nine-bolt mage could cause the same destruction as a seven-bolt mage with only a tenth of the power.
Atlas’s body was destroyed in dozens of points in space; in some, he won outright, while in others, he couldn’t hold his life or even survive a few seconds against the lightning. This scenario repeated itself in thousands upon thousands of points, taking hours for all points to reach equilibrium.
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Finally, Atlas stood in the majority of the mirrored worlds. He had defeated the ten bolts. In some worlds, he achieved complete victory, but as each second passed, the worlds converged. Slowly, an image formed of an Atlas missing an arm and a leg, with burns covering his body, but worst of all were his eyes—they were lifeless.
It seemed the boy had received all the thoughts from those battles at once, and that’s exactly what had happened. His mind was strong, but he faced an incalculable number of battles. Without even remaining conscious, he collapsed to the ground with no sign of life, only a faintly beating heart visible.
The skies became calm and the entire space was magically reconstructed, not even an inch revealed the enormous event that had just happened, the same being who had thrown the lightning got up from his chair and pointed his finger at Atlas, a lightning bolt came out of him, this time they were different laws with different effects and even so no one there was even able to understand what was happening.
The lightning struck Atlas and in the blink of an eye his body was completely remodeled to a perfect degree. There were no more flaws. His body reached the same level as a god’s body. There were no mistakes. Everything was perfect down to the smallest detail. Then his mind was put back together. His soul was in tatters, but even so, it returned to the peak of its strength.
As soon as Atlas opened his eyes... the entire universe seemed to tremble. Every god in the universe was able to sense that someone of immense power had been born. It was like a warning to all living beings that their god was being born. The pressure that Atlas was exuding was out of this world at that moment.