025 : War against the God.

The sky above the mortal world, once distant and unreachable, now shattered like fragile glass. The celestial dome, the very fabric that had separated mortals from the divine, cracked under Lin Tian's presence, unable to withstand the force of his ascension.

The heavens had stood for countless eons, untouched, unchanged, resisting the ambitions of mortals who sought to rise beyond their station. Empires had risen and fallen, sects had flourished and crumbled, but none had ever crossed this threshold.

Until now.

Lin Tian stood at the center of the storm, his golden-black aura expanding outward, his mere existence rejecting the laws that had once bound him. The power of the Devourer Core of Infinite Existence pulsed within his being, and with each passing moment, the final boundary between the mortal realm and the Celestial Void weakened.

The heavens trembled.

Lightning of divine judgment surged downward, not as a tribulation, but as a desperate act of rejection. The very will of the celestial realm sought to erase him before he could step further.

BOOOOOOOOOM!

Pillars of violet-white lightning, each carrying the condensed wrath of the heavens, descended like celestial spears. These were not mere tribulation bolts—these were laws incarnate, designed to obliterate anything unworthy of ascension.

But Lin Tian did not falter.

He did not evade.

Instead, he devoured them.

The moment the divine lightning struck his body, it was siphoned into his Devourer Core, its power stripped, its very existence rewritten. What was once meant to destroy him now became his nourishment.

A ripple spread through the fabric of the heavens.

For the first time in history—a mortal had consumed the judgment of the gods.

Lin Tian smiled.

"It's not enough."

He reached upward, his hand extending toward the final barrier.

And then, with a single movement—

He tore open the gates of heaven.

The moment Lin Tian stepped beyond the barrier, the world changed.

He was no longer in the mortal realm.

The Celestial Void stretched endlessly before him—a vast expanse of swirling divine light, floating palaces of unimaginable scale, golden rivers of pure energy cascading through the cosmos. This was the realm where true immortals resided, where celestial beings wielded power that could shape entire universes.

But unlike the mortal world, this place did not welcome him.

The sky itself twisted violently, rejecting his presence. The divine energy that flowed through the heavens shuddered, as if recoiling from an entity that did not belong.

And then—

They appeared.

The Immortal Council.

High above, standing upon floating celestial thrones, the rulers of the Celestial Void gazed down at him. They were not human, nor were they entirely gods—they were something in between, their forms shifting between light and shadow, between flesh and energy.

Each of them had once been a cultivator, just like Lin Tian. They had risen through the ranks of the heavens, ascended beyond mortality, and had long since abandoned the limits of flesh.

But even they had never witnessed something like this.

The leader of the council, a being wrapped in golden flame, spoke first.

"Lin Tian."

His voice was absolute, resonating through the Celestial Void like a decree from the fabric of existence itself.

"You were never meant to come here."

Lin Tian chuckled, stepping forward, his golden-black aura expanding. "Yet here I am."

The celestial flames around the council flickered.

Another council member, a being whose form was nothing but a shifting void, spoke next.

"Your existence is an abomination. You have consumed what should not be consumed. You have crossed the boundaries that should never be crossed."

Lin Tian smirked.

"Says the ones who hoard power for themselves."

The golden-flamed leader's eyes burned. "We are the rulers of this realm. The guardians of balance. If you refuse to leave—"

He raised his hand.

"Then we will erase you."

Lin Tian's expression darkened.

"You are welcome to try."

And with that—

The battle against the gods began.

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The first attack came from the void-wreathed immortal. He did not launch a technique, did not wield a weapon—he simply willed Lin Tian's existence to cease.

Reality itself bent toward erasure.

Lin Tian felt it—the overwhelming pressure of universal rejection. It was not an attack. It was absolute law.

But Lin Tian laughed.

Instead of resisting—he consumed it.

The moment the force of erasure reached him, his Devourer Core pulsed, absorbing the concept itself.

The void-immortal's form shuddered.

"What…?"

Lin Tian smiled.

"That trick won't work on me."

Before the immortal could react, Lin Tian moved—crossing the infinite space between them in an instant.

His hand reached forward—

SRAK!

The void-immortal screamed as Lin Tian's fingers pierced through his divine core.

He struggled. He fought.

But he was already being devoured.

His form shattered.

His celestial existence—erased.

Lin Tian exhaled, feeling the rush of divine power coursing through him. He turned toward the remaining immortals.

"Who's next?"

The Immortal Council staggered.

Their greatest defense—the power of absolute erasure—had failed.

Their strongest warrior had been consumed.

For the first time in history—true immortals felt fear.

The golden-flamed leader clenched his fists. "We must act together!"

The remaining nine immortals surged forward, their celestial forms igniting with the full force of their divine power. Cosmic flames, spatial annihilation, temporal collapse— every ability they had honed over eternity was unleashed.

Lin Tian did not retreat.

He stepped forward, meeting the gods head-on.

BOOOOOOM!

The battle tore through the heavens. Stars collapsed, entire celestial palaces were reduced to dust, the very fabric of reality trembled under the force of the clash.

Lin Tian did not falter.

One by one—he devoured them.

Each immortal that fell became part of him.

Each celestial law was rewritten.

And by the time the final immortal collapsed before him, trembling, broken, defeated—

Lin Tian stood alone.

The Celestial Void—once the realm of the gods—was now silent.

Its rulers—gone.

Its laws—broken.

Lin Tian stood at the peak of existence, gazing at what remained of the heavens.

And then—

He reached forward.

His hand grasped the very foundation of reality.

And with a simple motion—

He devoured it.

The Celestial Void collapsed.

The final realm was no more.

And now—

Lin Tian was the only god left.

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