"In the cosmic starry sky, any faction with a Sovereign-rank powerhouse presiding over it is considered a top faction."

"Their reach extends across countless planes, absorbing elites and geniuses from innumerable universes."

"At the same time, all top-tier cultivation resources in the cosmic starry sky are firmly monopolized by them."

John paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping across the three people at the conference table.

"If we want to rise, then either we fight the old powers head-on for resources and spill rivers of blood..."

"Or we join them and borrow their resources to strengthen ourselves."

"I do not yet have a direct understanding of just how terrifying Sovereign-rank powerhouses are, but crushing us should be easier than pinching an ant to death."

"So, I choose to join a top faction of the cosmic starry sky and use their resources to increase my own strength."

When Holly, Odelle, and Silt heard this, they all nodded slightly.

Under the premise that all resources were monopolized, and while their strength was still far from enough to dominate countless space-time powerhouses, joining a faction and growing through borrowed momentum was a shortcut.

Foolishly confronting the old factions head-on would bring no benefit.

John continued, "Among them, there is a top faction called the Skyvault Consortium."

"The Skyvault Consortium allows me to propose one condition."

"So, I will make a request to the Skyvault Consortium and have all of you join as well."

"We’ll fleece the Skyvault Consortium together."

"I have no objections." Holly nodded obediently. "Whatever the Guild Leader tells me to do, I’ll do."

"Guild Leader can arrange it as you see fit." Odelle stroked the cat-beast on her lap, her tone calm.

"Seconded." Silt smiled faintly. "Also, thank you, Guild Leader, for not forgetting us."

John waved his hand and shook his head.

"Then this meeting ends here."

"The moment Silt breaks the plane barrier will be the day we occupy the Netherworld."

Elsewhere.

The Time Tower.

After John’s puppet clone completed its ranking assessment, it entered the tower with the ticket in hand.

It challenged floor after floor and cleared them all in succession.

Every floor’s first-place ranking was firmly taken by him, until he finally stopped at the eleventh floor.

Just as John had expected, the first-place reward for every floor was a [Time Domain Fragment].

Now, he only needed to challenge the twelfth floor to collect all the fragments.

However, the twelfth floor...

Required High God level to challenge.

The puppet clone exited the Time Tower, and a prompt immediately rang beside his ears.

[Ding! Your Time Tower ranking has risen.]

[Current Ranking: 500th!]

[Prompt: Due to your perfect-grade performance, you have been specially rewarded with an exclusive title.]

[Eternal King!]

"Eternal King?"

John blinked and looked at the title details.

[Eternal King]

[Origin]: Customized Title of the Time Tower

[Effect]: Reduces law damage by 10%; true defense is forcibly increased to 50% regardless of previous true defense value.

[Description]: Only an invincible being who has reached the limit of the demigod tier and maintained a perfect undefeated record can obtain this honor.

"This title’s effects are quite good."

"Law damage exists above true damage. Being able to reduce it by 10% is already very considerable."

"And forcibly increasing true defense to 50% is an unexpected pleasant surprise."

John knew that the power of law belonged to a higher-dimensional strength.

The highest-level laws included the Laws of Space-Time, Causality, Reincarnation, Destruction, Extremity, Void, Fate, and so on.

Attacks at the law level were practically dimensional strikes against the current him.

And what he had touched so far was nothing more than the outermost edge of law.

Even so, it was already enough to make him invincible among demigods.

For example, Inner Scape was a minor branch of the Law of Space-Time.

Spatial Lockdown and Spatial Tear were extremely low-level applications of Spatial Law.

As for non-affiliated skills such as teleportation portals, they were even more basic applications of Spatial Law.

And those light-type Words of Power...

They were still within the category of elemental energy. They were not even comparable to the power of Lightning Tribulation, let alone anything at the law level.

The true Law of Fate could determine the destiny of a powerhouse with a single word.

No matter how the target struggled, they would be unable to escape the predetermined trajectory.

"When will I be able to touch true law strength?"

As John thought this, he suspected that the answer would have to come from the Skyvault Consortium.

...

Demon King Council.

Inside a mansion.

Several High God-level powerhouses who had just returned from the human plane were chatting casually.

"The mysterious imprint has been confirmed to be in the human plane of the myriad-race universe, yet there is nothing we can do about it. Sigh."

A High God-level powerhouse sighed.

"We failed to handle this matter properly. The higher-ups will probably hand down punishment again."

Corwin, Squad Leader of the Twin Squad of the Demon King Council, curled the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"Didn’t John, the strongest powerhouse of the human world, go court death by attacking the myriad races?"

"When he is suppressed by the myriad races, won’t our opportunity come?"

"But... John was not suppressed. Instead, he annihilated the entire demon race."

Another High God-level powerhouse shook his head and said, "John used demigod-level strength to suppress the entire demon race and occupy the entire plane."

"That child’s strength is terrifying. If I had his talent, I’m afraid I would have already stepped into the God King realm."

"What?!"

When Corwin heard this, he could not help crying out in shock.

"John suppressed the demon race?"

"He used demigod-level strength to suppress countless demon race High Gods?"

"That’s right. The news just arrived," the High God-level powerhouse said. "The powerhouse in charge of recruitment from our Demon King Council even personally went to make contact with John."

"However, John looked down on the conditions we offered."

"He refused."

Corwin’s face instantly burned hot.

Earlier, he had said that John was sick in the head and was trying to smash an egg against a rock.

Yet John had truly done it.

"In that case, does that mean we have no way to uncover the secret of the mysterious imprint?"

As Corwin thought this, a sharp light flashed through his eyes.

"No! John cannot stay in the human world forever. He needs to grow stronger..."

"So he will definitely walk out of the myriad-race universe."

"When that time comes, I will have my chance!"

The myriad-race universe.

The big shots of every race had sealed all spatial passages connected to the three great worlds of the human world, the abyssal plane, and the demon realm.

Even so, it did not give them even the slightest sense of security.

"Dispatch High God-level legions to guard every spatial passage!" the Divine Race big shot ordered.

"John is too monstrous. Use every foundation of the race to guard the passages," the Beastkin big shot immediately followed.

"Quick, quick, quick! Send High God-level powerhouses carrying heavy treasures to guard the passages!" the Undead big shot also roared.

"Patriarch, this is bad! A powerhouse is attacking our spatial passage!"

"What?!"

The Undead big shot stood up in shock.

"I’ll personally go suppress them! We absolutely cannot provoke John!"

"It’s too late... The spatial passage has already been opened."

"..."

The myriad-race universe.

The human world.

John, Holly, and Odelle hovered in midair.

This journey to the Netherworld was the first time all Valhalla members would move out together.

At this moment, they were only waiting for Silt to open the passage between the two worlds.