Absolute Terror

The Elder Gods' Court—an ancient, untouchable realm beyond mortal comprehension—was in utter chaos.

Gods, supreme immortals, and celestial entities who had ruled over countless dimensions for eons were frozen in absolute terror.

A tiny fist had knocked on their reality.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

The sound resonated through the infinite divine planes, shaking the very foundation of their existence.

Inside the grand celestial palace, the High Elder's face twitched. "What… is that?"

One of the divine strategists, an entity who had spent millennia crafting defensive formations, trembled as he stared at the crack forming in their protective barrier. "It's… it's a child."

A lesser god gasped. "A child just knocked on our reality and almost shattered it?!"

The High Elder clenched his fists. "You fools! That's no ordinary child! That's one of them!"

At that moment, Xian Long's cheerful voice echoed through the divine realm.

"Come on, open up! We just wanna talk!"

The gods exchanged glances.

The last time an all-powerful being said they just wanted to "talk," three universes had collapsed.

The High Elder's body flickered with divine energy. "Reinforce the dimensional barriers! Strengthen the Supreme Dao Seals! We cannot let them in—"

CRACK.

The barrier shattered like fragile glass.

A rift formed, and through it, a single tiny hand reached inside.

The gods watched in horror as Xian Long casually grabbed the edge of the reality rift and pulled it open like he was drawing back a curtain.

He grinned. "There you are!"

The High Elder immediately dropped to his knees.

"I SURRENDER."

The gods gasped. "Elder?! What are you—?!"

The ancient deity turned to them, eyes filled with absolute fear. "If we resist, we cease to exist. Do you want that?"

Silence.

Every god in the room slowly, gently, carefully got on their knees.

Xian Long floated into the divine realm, still smiling. "Oh, you guys are smart!"

---

Meanwhile, back on Earth, Son-Wu San yawned as he casually sipped his tea.

Li-Yan Mei glanced at him. "Do you think Xian Long went too far?"

Son-Wu San shrugged. "Eh, if they had just left us alone, none of this would've happened."

Xian Xue pouted. "But I wanted to go too! That's not fair!"

Li-Yan Mei gently patted her head. "Next time, sweetie. Let your little brother have his fun."

Back in the Elder Gods' Court, the supreme rulers of the multiverse were bowing to a five-year-old.

And the funniest part?

Xian Long was completely unaware that he had just conquered the most powerful realm in existence.

He just thought they were being polite.