073 : The Path Beyond Everything.

The silence stretched endlessly.

Lin Tian stood at the edge of all creation. Behind him—everything. The countless universes, the shattered remnants of the Primordials, the ruins of the Tower he once climbed.

And ahead…

Nothing.

No stars. No dimensions. No rules.

Just an endless black void, untouched by time, untouched by thought.

For the first time, Lin Tian was stepping into something truly unknown.

No enemies. No goals.

Just pure, infinite possibility.

Su Yun, standing beside him, gazed into the vast emptiness. "Lin Tian… this place… It doesn't even feel real."

Lin Tian smirked. "That's because it isn't. Not yet."

Su Yun turned to him, golden light reflecting in her eyes. "Then why are you going?"

Lin Tian exhaled, his voice calm. "Because I want to see what's out there."

And with that—he took the first step.

And the void responded.

The moment Lin Tian moved, the black void reacted.

Not like space. Not like the shifting dimensions he had shattered before.

This time, it was something deeper.

The nothingness itself seemed to hesitate. As if it was watching him. As if it was… waiting.

Then—a spark.

A single point of light appeared in the endless black. Small, fragile, flickering like the first star at the beginning of time.

Lin Tian narrowed his eyes. "That wasn't there before."

Su Yun gasped. "Did you… create that?"

Lin Tian didn't answer. Instead, he raised his hand.

And as he did—the light expanded.

Slowly at first, then faster, stretching outward, igniting the void with a golden glow.

Lin Tian smirked. "So that's how it is, huh?"

Su Yun frowned. "What?"

Lin Tian closed his fingers—

And the light exploded.

A new sky formed above them. A new ground solidified beneath their feet. The once-empty void was now filled with galaxies, stars, and endless space, expanding outward in all directions.

And in that moment—Lin Tian understood.

He was no longer just walking into the unknown.

He was creating it.

Lin Tian slowly lowered his hand, watching as an entire universe unfolded before him.

He hadn't absorbed this power.

He hadn't stolen it.

This… was something different.

He was building something new.

Su Yun whispered in awe, "Lin Tian… are you creating an entirely new existence?"

Lin Tian smirked. "Looks like it."

But before he could explore further—a voice echoed through the newborn realm.

"WHO… DARES… TO CREATE?"

Lin Tian turned.

From the expanding light, a figure emerged.

Not a god. Not a Primordial.

Something far older.

Something that had existed before even The One Who Watches.

It had no true shape—only an endless shifting mass of golden-white light, its presence stretching across the fabric of reality.

And it was angry.

"You have stepped beyond your purpose, Devourer," the being thundered. "You were born to consume. To destroy. Not to create."

Lin Tian smirked, folding his arms. "Who decided that?"

The entity paused.

Lin Tian's golden eyes burned. "Because it sure as hell wasn't me."

And for the first time…

The Creator hesitated.

The being's presence pressed down upon Lin Tian, a force so overwhelming that it made even the Primordials feel insignificant.

"You misunderstand, child," it said, its voice deep and resonant. "Creation is not yours to wield. It is not your domain."

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. "Then whose is it?"

The being's glowing form rippled.

"It is Ours."

Lin Tian sighed. "So, what? You're going to stop me?"

The being floated forward, its light intensifying.

"You do not understand what you have done. The balance must be maintained. A Devourer cannot be a Creator. The cycle will collapse."

Lin Tian exhaled, cracking his knuckles. "Then maybe it's time to break the cycle."

And with that—he attacked.

Lin Tian launched forward, faster than time itself, his fist crashing into the cosmic entity with the force of a billion collapsing dimensions.

The entire newborn universe trembled.

The entity reeled back, its golden-white form shuddering.

"You would challenge Us?" it boomed.

Lin Tian smirked. "You're the one standing in my way."

The Creator lashed out, a wave of pure existence energy surging toward Lin Tian.

It was not an attack.

It was a rewrite.

A force that tried to overwrite Lin Tian's very identity, forcing him back into his role as a Devourer.

But Lin Tian—laughed.

"You think you can control me?"

The Heart of Devouring roared inside him—

And he consumed the rewrite itself.

The Creator staggered.

"You… consumed creation? That is impossible!"

Lin Tian grinned. "I've been impossible since the day I was born."

And then—he attacked again.

This time, he wasn't just fighting.

He was claiming.

Because if these beings thought they could decide his fate…

Then he would make them kneel before his.

The moment Lin Tian devoured the Creator's rewrite, the entire newborn universe shuddered.

The golden-white entity, the being that had existed since the dawn of everything, flinched for the first time in eternity. Its form rippled, shifting between shapes, struggling to maintain its divine presence.

"You… defy Us?" its voice trembled, an echo that rang across the void. "You are a mistake. A Devourer cannot wield creation."

Lin Tian smirked. "You keep saying that like it means something."

The air itself burned.

The newborn stars flickered, dying in an instant, then reigniting in the next. Time became unstable, as if even the laws of existence were unsure whether they should obey Lin Tian or the Creator.

And then—the Creator attacked.

A wave of pure, overwhelming force surged toward Lin Tian, not energy, not destruction, but the very concept of existence itself, compressed into a single, inescapable moment.

It was not meant to be dodged.

Not meant to be blocked.

It was meant to define him.

To strip him of his will. To force him back into the role that the multiverse had written for him.

A Devourer.

A destroyer.

A force of hunger and nothing more.

But Lin Tian?

He had never followed a script.

His golden eyes burned.

And instead of resisting—he stepped forward.

Straight into the attack.

And devoured it whole.

The Creator staggered.

For the first time in its eternal existence—it did not understand.

"You… took it?"

Lin Tian rolled his shoulders, feeling the pulse of new energy coursing through him. It wasn't just power. It wasn't just strength.

It was control.

The very laws of creation, the fundamental forces that had shaped the multiverse, the fabric of reality itself—they were now his.

Lin Tian smirked. "Looks like you're not the only Creator anymore."

The entity's golden-white form shivered.

"That is… not possible."

Lin Tian chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. I've heard that before."

He raised his hand—

And the universe obeyed.

Where once only the Creator could shape existence, now Lin Tian could as well. With a single flick of his fingers, galaxies were born, entire cosmic structures forming and collapsing at his will.

He had no need for the Tower anymore.

No need for a system.

No need for rules.

Because now—he was writing them.

The Creator watched in silence.

And for the first time—it felt fear.

Lin Tian stood at the center of his newly forming reality, watching as the raw potential of existence expanded in all directions.

It was unlike anything he had ever felt before.

Not destruction.

Not conquest.

Not hunger.

But true, limitless possibility.

He wasn't just taking power anymore.

He was making something new.

Su Yun stepped beside him, her voice breathless. "Lin Tian… you're remaking reality itself."

Lin Tian exhaled. "Yeah."

She turned to him, golden light flickering in her gaze. "Then what happens now?"

Lin Tian closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of infinity resting in his grasp.

For so long, he had climbed.

For so long, he had fought.

For so long, he had taken.

But now?

Now, he could build.

He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with unshakable certainty.

"Now," he said, "I decide what comes next."

And with those words—the universe shifted.

The golden-white being watched in silence, its vast form dimming as the realization set in.

Lin Tian was no longer its enemy.

He was no longer a mistake.

He was something new.

Something beyond destruction.

Something beyond gods.

The Creator's voice was quiet. "You have broken every law. You have stepped beyond the cycle. There is nothing left above you."

Lin Tian smirked. "Good."

The Creator remained motionless.

Then, slowly, it knelt.

A being that had once ruled over all existence, that had once commanded the fate of the multiverse itself—now bowed before the one who had surpassed it.

"Then the multiverse… is yours," it whispered. "We surrender to the new order."

Lin Tian exhaled, golden light radiating from his body.

And for the first time—he did not devour.

He did not erase.

Instead—he reached out.

And with a single touch—he reshaped the Creator itself.

No longer a ruler.

No longer an enemy.

But something else.

Something new.

Because Lin Tian was not just a Devourer anymore.

He was something far greater.

A True Creator.

Lin Tian stood at the heart of his new existence, staring out into the infinite possibilities before him.

He had reached the peak.

He had become more than gods, more than rulers of reality.

He was beyond fate itself.

And yet—his journey was far from over.

Because if there was one thing Lin Tian had learned, it was this:

There is always something beyond.

And so, without hesitation—

He stepped forward.

Toward the next great unknown.

Because for Lin Tian…

There was no such thing as an ending.

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