After slaughtering over eighty million units of the Antimatter Legion, the greatsword [World-Saving Dawn] in Phaethon’s right hand that symbolises rebirth showed not the slightest sign of diminishing power. Instead, its platinum glow blazed ever more brilliantly, its hum intensifying.

It thirsted to drink more blood of Destruction, to finally sound the bell toll that would shake the galaxy.

Phaethon’s gaze swept across his surroundings. Although he had cleared a vast expanse of void, the Antimatter Legion under Celenova’s command still surged forth from more distant spatial nodes like an endless tide of shadow, attempting to encircle him anew.

It was time to break free from this entangled mire and head to the final stage—the Pathspace of Destruction.

As the thought crossed his mind, he took a single step.

Then, beyond the Antimatter Legion that had been trying to surround him, space began to ripple like a pond disturbed by thrown stones—one, ten, a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand.

Finally, a full thirty million Asterion figures descended from the void, materializing like newborn stars. In an instant, he had completed a reverse encirclement of the vast Legion.

The Antimatter Legion, which had held an overwhelming numerical advantage just moments ago, now seemed utterly dwarfed and cramped.

At the heart of the Legion, Celenova’s head snapped upward. For the first time, her will experienced a violent tremor.

She saw it—in every direction her vision could reach, there was that familiar yet alien figure—Phaethon.

Which one was real?

Her gaze swept frantically over the countless Phaethons, each indistinguishable from the others in appearance, aura, and energy fluctuations.

She sought to find the illusion among them, to locate the one true original body.

But after a moment of careful probing—

The heart Celenova had forged from Destruction convulsed violently.

These thirty million Asterion were actually all real.

Every single Phaethon emanated Path power and life reactions indistinguishable from the original.

Phaethon floated serenely in the void, observing the Antimatter Legion, now appearing so crowded as it was counter-encircled by thirty million versions of himself.

He slowly raised the [Eternal Flame of Preservation] in his left hand.

In unison with his movement, over thirty million Phaethons raised their swords in perfect synchrony. Over thirty million pairs of eyes, imbued with the will of Harmony, locked simultaneously onto Celenova’s true body, which was attempting to conceal itself within the torrent of the Legion.

This technique brought the authority of Trickery to an utterly inconceivable level. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

It no longer merely created phantoms. It deceived the fundamental laws of the universe itself briefly, and on a massive scale, creating logically coherent real but illusory individuals.

And the authority of law, with an almost overbearing force, bestowed upon these created existences the absolute authority and definition of true existence.

At the very least, under the combined effect of the dual authorities of Trickery and Law, at this moment, each of these over thirty million avatars temporarily and perfectly carried a part of Phaethon’s Path and will. Each was a true body that had approached the Emanator level on their respective Paths.

As for whether the Amber Lord Qlipoth, presiding over the Path of Preservation, might at some moment suddenly feel that over thirty million temporary workers had inexplicably appeared under His name, simultaneously drawing upon Preservation’s power on a massive scale.

A fleeting, somewhat apologetic thought crossed the depths of Phaethon’s mind. He was only swinging this one sword; they would disperse right after. The Amber Lord probably would not be too bothered by this little bit of Path energy, right?

The thought vanished in an instant.

No time to worry about that now.

"Eternal Flame of Preservation..."

Over thirty million Phaethons, lips moving in unison, their voices resonating through will, converged into a grand proclamation sweeping across the star sea.

"Unleashed!!!"

Boom!!

Over thirty million blades of Eternal Flame of Preservation erupted in synchronized, ultimate radiance.

That amber light was no longer confined to the swords themselves. It resonated, intertwined, and merged as if alive, instantaneously constructing a vast, amber-hued nebula spanning several light-years across the cold vacuum of space—a nebula where warmth and destruction coexisted.

As the word ’unleashed’ faded, thirty million beams of amber sword-light, each like a cascading galaxy, fell simultaneously, synchronously, in harmonic frequency upon the encircled heart of the Legion.

Where the sword-light passed, every spatial structure was firmly fixed and solidified by the power of amber, as if time itself had been frozen.

Every existence within the Antimatter Legion was utterly disintegrated, purified, and reduced to fundamental particles the instant the light touched them, not even a whisper of lament left behind.

Only a minuscule number of remnants were precisely sealed by the coalescing amber that followed, like specimens preserved, becoming eternal witnesses to this silent judgment.

It was as if the universe had merely blinked.

The Antimatter Legion, which had just been roaring and surging, numbering in the hundreds of millions, enough to drown star systems, along with that Lord of Extinction renowned for spatial manipulation, Celenova, had all vanished without a trace.

In their place, suddenly emerging across the starry sky, stretching brilliantly for several light-years, was an expanse composed of countless legion remnants sealed within crystalline amber.

A vast, magnificent, yet deathly silent Amber Asteroid Belt.

Phaethon stood still in the void, a flicker of gravity crossing his brow.

He could clearly perceive it—Celenova had not truly fallen.

The strike that had just annihilated stars had indeed obliterated three hundred million Antimatter Legion units and pushed that Lord Ravager to the very brink of death.

Space had been completely locked down by the power of amber; physically, there was absolutely no possibility of escape.

But in that final instant, her essence had seeped away in a manner transcending space, like a droplet seeping into sand.

By resonating with Harmony, did she transfer her existence? he murmured to himself.

Yes. Just like his own current state, conventional physical destruction was almost useless against an Emanator of Harmony.

Generally speaking, to truly extinguish such an existence, only two paths existed. Either by means of Nihility, which transcends all Paths, to reduce their existence to absolute zero.

Or, one must completely silence the source that nurtured this power, the collective of countless resonating wills.

Otherwise, an Emanator of Harmony was like an echo across the star sea, difficult to imprison, even harder to terminate.

Phaethon did not dwell overly long on Celenova’s escape. He had a more important battlefield to reach.

The Dawnmaker in his right hand effortlessly cleaved forward. Where the blade passed, space tore like a curtain, revealing a shimmering, illusory path leading to a higher dimension—a channel directly leading to the Pathspace of Destruction.