Consuming Earths, Devouring Skies-Chapter 401 Don't Forge

An overflowing sensation of power surged within Yan Zaizen's body, coursing through his soul, body, and heavenly essence. His amber-gold eyes were like flares as they regarded the surroundings, undisturbed by the Pseudo-God's roar of discontent or the voice of interference.

He was deep within his own thoughts at the moment. His palms were beautifully flashing with three rays of light, jet-black, pale white, and cyan. The power that coursed through his body originated from his three Regalias of Heaven, and it was fueled by the refined energy of the two cloaked individuals.

This was especially so for his soul power. He had never felt so lively before, flooded with pure energy. His Heavenly Shrine was not exempt. At the moment, it was brilliantly glowing like a miniature sun in the shape of a pyramid. It faintly spun at its axis, causing Yan Zaizen to be somewhat startled.

As he felt the three forces circulate, he realized what this was.

Yan Zaizen never knew the exact reasons why the Immortal Herculean Physique disallowed combining Regalias of Heavens except it was due to their sentient personalities conflicting. However, the Immortal Herculean Physique cultivation path's purpose was to nurture the Regalia and body.

He had undergone the impossible, bringing three Regalias into one body, a portion of heaven itself into himself.

If he wanted, he could sever out a portion and make Regalias freely, but the Immortal Herculean Physique was different than normal, because the Regalias aren't refined, losing their intelligence, but reside with and were developed alongside the cultivator. It went against natural heavenly order, creating a sort of unique Dao for each Regalia.

"You're all transforming. No wonder you're acting out. The pure, refined energy devoured from their souls, fleshy bodies, and essence are fueling you." His words were swift and suffused with excitement. They were all transforming into their own personal Heaven. Their unique dao birthed from their sentience was erupting!

He was touching upon the Heavenly Creation Realm!

His eyes that were already blazing calmed down, dimmed to a nearly imperceptible glimmer. Then, darkness, the darkest of existence, emerged within his gaze. A deathly aura started to overtake his soul, body, and Heavenly Shrine.

His Heavenly Shrine became pitch-black. It was glaringly so. A cold grin tugged at his lips. The amber-gold quality had vanished, hidden within the recesses of his gaze, and streaks of black smoke expelled from the edge of his eyes. He no longer looked like a sovereign, unexcelled in the world, as the very aura around him transformed.

In Yan Zaizen's soul, he was calmly projected as an avatar, gazing upon the Law of Death Avatar within his soul form. It was a swirling mass of indistinguishable smoke, no longer the solidified structure of before.

"So...there's two of you. My comprehension and your comprehension. You want me to give you my insights into death laws, allowing you to use your own Dao and Death Laws to establish your Minor Heavenly Domain?" Yan Zaizen was quietly pondering the intentions of the Heavenly Regalia of Death.

At this moment, he fully shared himself with the Regalia of Death. He understood its fullest intentions. The Regalia of Heaven that he absorbed into his Immortal Herculean Physique and his Peak Sovereign Death Laws he comprehended thanks to the golden sun from before were two separate entities.

In fact, one could consider the Peak Sovereign Death Law as the most complete, purest form of Death Laws. It only lacked a single aspect for it to reach perfection.

"Perfection…" That was right! It lacked that little bit, it lacked what all existences needed: A Dao!

When his thoughts reached this point, he was no longer hesitant."Fine. Take it all. Then, bring death to all my enemies!" The swirling mass of death within his soul form trembled and an orb arrived from the outside, in comparison, that jet-black orb was like a small rock to a mountain made of diamonds, but it didn't stop the domineering siphoning nature of the orb to shy away in inferiority.

Yan Zaizen felt a tremendous roar echo, originating from the orb, and the mass was siphoned in its entirety! If Yan Zaizen wasn't so intent on seeing the changes, he would be laughing maniacally at the thoughts of what changes this could bring! A Heavenly Domain with its own Dao!

As this occurred, the outside world wasn't quiet. Pseudo-God Kirri's decrepit appearance didn't hide his ferocious power. That roar from earlier caused space to shatter, and swirling chaos to form. A single roar and the barriers of space that had limited Yan Zaizen's movements had collapsed!

He was enraged! Yet he didn't look towards Yan Zaizen, but the worldship from afar. Of the two worldships, one was blacker than night itself and the other was orange. The roar was directed at the orange-colored worldship. It seemed like the shockwaves were going to crush the worldship entirely, alongside the surrounding space it occupied.

"How crude. Not capable of suffering a single loss?" The voice of the celestial from earlier spoke once more. His voice was like a water dousing fire. The chaos that ensued due to Pseudo-God Kirri's disaster-inducing roar had subsided like the abrupt ceasing of rain.

Pseudo-God Kirri didn't respond. He was a lofty Pseudo-God, an elite amongst elites. He may have the title 'pseudo' next to 'god', but the fact he was regarded as a god meant he held the powers of one. Not even the Heavens could hinder his path.

He lifted his left palm, pressing it towards the orange worldship. It was like an ant was facing the sun, yet not even the universe would underestimate this ant. His palms trickled with faint, nearly imperceptible light, and even its color was indistinguishable, but anyone who witnessed this palm would understand that it possessed the might befitting of a Pseudo Heavenly God.

His four fingers and thumb slightly clenched into his palm, and the world rumbled.

"Fuck!" Emperor Bloodfire cursed without restraint. "Retreat!" He ordered with a tinge of panic. He erupted with a sanguine blazing aura, the scent of blood suffused outwards endlessly as it shrouded his skyship, protectively enshrouded each member onboard. His son, in particular, was encased in a cocoon of blood-colored flames.

They flashed away in a trail of fire, instantly vanishing for hundreds of thousands of kilometers. One couldn't even see their ship anymore.

In fact, every skyship had taken evasive retreating maneuvers. When two god-level figures clash, even being a thousand kilometers nearby were too, too close. Unfortunately, a few were too slow and those onboard were too weak.

Crunch!

Three skyships were influenced by an unknown force. They vanished! No, in fact...if one looked closely at their previous location, a flat foundation was left behind. It was as if they were compressed into a flat structure. They no longer had three dimensional structure!!

"Truly a disgrace of your title," the voice that had spoken before uttered casually. At this time, the voice could no longer abate the disaster with a word, but directly took action.

A luxuriously dressed white robed man emerged. He was young, as young as sixteen in appearance, and devilishly handsome. His long glowing black hair, dark orange eyes, pink lips, and flawless white skin was eye-catching. A true heartbreaker for women. He wore a pair of orange gloves and an orange cape that fluttered ceaselessly. He had a heroic demeanor and unexcelled aura.

He pressed both palms together and quakingly said: "Break!"

As he did, a collision occurred. It was invisible to the normal eye, but the world suffered. The dimensional laws and stability of the world shattered without a hint of resuming its normal appearance.

Abruptly, the entire space of several tens of thousands of kilometers, which started and ended with Pseudo-God Kirri and the white-robed young man, had descended into an anomaly!

The laws of heavens were twisted and time, space, life, death, creation, destruction, all World Laws, all Mortal Laws, they were distorting endlessly.

Yan Zaizen was calmly within this distorted zone, unfazed, but there wasn't a single living thing that could exist in this chaos. Even now, he was wholly unaffected by the clash of two impossibly gargantuan forces. Only the black worldship remained nearby, protected by some unfathomable power that rivaled the two.

Pseudo-God Kirri spoke in an eerily crunching voice, "I'll kill you today. You and all you pathetic celestial, Celestial Creator Byzi."

Celestial Creator Byzi, the young man in white, calmly smiled as the world distorted endlessly around him. "Is that your purpose today? Haha. With just you? How foolish of you." He didn't bother saying much, only smiling while his eyes flashed with disdain and contempt.

Pseudo-God Kirri's body faintly trembled. He coldly snorted a dusty sound, like a monster that had just left the grave. "I'll crush you. My World Compression Path, I'll let you experience it today." As he said those words, his hands started to fully clenched, exerting his full strength.

Celestial Creator Byzi lightly laughed. "Show me," his words radiated calm and a hint of casualness. Even starting before a Pseudo-God, he was unfazed and relaxed.

Grab!

Before Pseudo-God Kirri could fully clench his palm, a hand that roiled with black mist gripped his wrist. Pseudo-God Kirri was startled momentarily, looking at this palm, then its owner. Although he had no eyes, his sockets flashed with a light of surprise.

Before him was a man, handsome, tall, and muscular. His eyes were blacker than night, his aura felt like an absolute concept of existence: Death!

Yan Zaizen had a slight smile on his face, "Don't forget about me, okay?"

BOOM!

His body erupted in a ferocious aura of death, siphoning all things until it became one with death. The black mists flowed ceaselessly from his body, originating from his Heavenly Shrine.

Pseudo-God Kirri's expression drastically changed!