Chapter 100: Every Supreme Being Felt It.

While the sky remained covered in darkness, blocking the view of mortals and ordinary cultivators—

The true cause of the turmoil was hidden beyond their sight.

CRRREEEAAAAAAKK!

A sound echoed across the world.

Above the darkness, beyond what couldn't be seen—

The sky itself was Splitting Apart.

And it was happening Everywhere.

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Somewhere within the Supreme Dao Sect.

Atop a floating mountain, within one of the Grandest Buildings, an old man sat in quiet meditation.

A Supreme Existence.

A being who had stood at the peak of cultivation for Centuries.

He had grown Bored.

Stretching lazily, he stepped toward the window of his grand palace, gazing down at the sect's disciples, who were all gathered, looking up at the sky.

"What's all this noise about?" he grumbled.

"Even up here in the sky, I can hear their excitement. Are they admiring me? Hmph, well, I can't blame them."

"But still… so noisy."

He sighed.

"Maybe I should ask that brat for a formation that can prevent noise. I refused last time, saying no one in the sect would dare attack this place unless they had a Death Wish."

The old man stroked his long beard, shaking his head.

His brows furrowed in slight annoyance.

"Still… what's with these Dark Clouds?"

"Hmm. Another awakening? This generation of disciples truly is blessed. Just days ago, some brat awakened that Heavenly Physique. I was planning to take him as my disciple…"

"But that damned brat of a Sect Master refused, saying I should give others a chance—claiming the boy should choose his own master."

I had been somewhat intrigued by that young disciple with the Dark Sword Aura too, but I vowed to take only One Disciple in my Lifetime.

It was only natural to choose the one who possessed both the Golden Aura and Ancestor's Physique.

"Hmm... Hmmmm."

Annoyance deepened in his expression.

"This dark cloud... it's suffocating. It really is making me sick, after all."

His fingers twitched against his beard.

"Should I split it apart with a single slas—"

Then, his words died in his throat.

His body Froze.

His Instincts Screamed.

His senses Stretched Outward—

And he saw it.

The sky had Split Open.

And then—

His legs Trembled.

"W-W-What is this feeling…?"

"A-Am I… scared?"

His entire body shook.

The feeling in his chest, the Overwhelming Pressure—

It was something he had not felt in a Thousand Years.

A sensation Long Forgotten.

Fear.

Absolute Fear.

"W-What in the world is this entity… that dares to make me, the Tempest Sword Saint, feel that long-forgotten sensation of Weakness?"

And the sky itself was not what terrified him—

It was what was Coming Next.

Slowly—

Ever so slowly—

Something began its Descent upon the world.

Then—

It Stopped.

It loomed above all.

A Presence beyond Mortal Comprehension.

A Presence that defied Reality Itself.

A Singularity of Annihilation.

It was that same thing—

The one Reon had seen.

That Cosmic Celestial Eye.

But this time—

It did not behave as it had with Reon.

It did not Speak.

It did not Watch.

It simply Existed.

And from its Mere Presence—

A Fraction—no, a Fraction of a Fraction of its pressure leaked into the world.

Only those at the Pinnacle of Power could Feel it.

And yet—

It was Enough to bring them to their Knees.

For before their very eyes—

The universe itself was being Devoured.

The Supreme Dao Sect's Ancestral Elder—a being who had long transcended Mortal Cultivation and stood on the Precipice of Ascension—

Stood there, legs shaking, unable to suppress his Fear.

Well, it couldn't be helped—

After all, he wasn't the only one who felt that way.

Across the world—

Every Supreme Being Felt it.

Felt the weight of something Beyond Gods.

Beyond Fate.

Beyond everything they had ever known.

And for the first time in Countless Decades—

They felt Terror.

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"Fuck! Is this truly an ability awakening… or something far beyond our understanding?"

An old man, seated upon the Grand Throne of the Azura Dragon Sect, narrowed his eyes.

His voice was laced with urgency as he barked orders at his subordinates.

"Find the source of this disturbance. If it does not come from our sect—hunt down the individual responsible… and eliminate them."

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Far away, a Lone Girl stood beneath the vast, trembling sky, whispering softly to herself.

"Xue Taiyang… when will I finally meet you in this lifetime?"

Her voice carried a Quiet Sorrow.

"This life… it's so strange. None of this happened in my past life."

She clenched her fists.

"Will I die before I even get the chance to see you again?"

"Then who will protect you? And how will I ever get the answer for what you did to me?"

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"Amitābha… please protect us, Merciful Buddha," an Old Monk intoned, his prayer heavy with reverence.

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"Oh, Great Fire God, if this is a blessing, may it bring fortune to our Fire Mage Tower," a Fire Mage prayed fervently.

"But if it is a curse… then let it fall upon those damn Water Mages instead!"

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"Is the Third Catastrophe arriving sooner than prophesized?" an Awakener murmured, gripping his weapon with white-knuckled hands.

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"It seems… new winds are stirring in Jianghu."

A carefree martial master took a long swig of wine, his usually sharp eyes now distant.

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"Great Dragon God… please, lend us dragons your strength in this hour of uncertainty."

A Legendary Dragon lay within its Great Dragon Hall, its mighty form coiled as its ancient eyes stared toward the heavens.

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"It seems the Ancestral Demon God will descend upon this world for salvation… sooner than we ever imagined," a Dark Mage whispered, his voice laced with a chilling sense of anticipation.

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"Oh, Ancestral Goddess of Mercy, please forgive us sinners," a Saintess pleaded, kneeling before a Grand Statue, her hands trembling in prayer.

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"Fairy Goddess…" the Fairy Queen's ethereal voice carried through the wind.

"Is the Fairy of Destruction about to be Reborn?"

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"Oh, Great Oni God," the Oni Queen muttered, her crimson eyes flickering in the shadows.

"Was this why you taught us to remain hidden, despite being one of the Strongest Races?"

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"Ancestral Spirit of the World Tree…" the Elf Queen placed a hand upon the ancient bark, her gaze solemn.

"Are you still angry with us Elves?"

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"If only the world remained forever cloaked in darkness… how fortunate we Vampires would be," the Vampire Emperor mused from atop his Obsidian Throne.

"But even I… do not wish for the Existence of that thing Looming Above the Sky."

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"Is the Peace of our Continent on the Verge of Collapse?"

An elderly scholar from the Grand Academy gazed out from his tower, his heart weighed down by foreboding.