Chapter 52: "The Sovereign of the Void’s Warning & The Goddess of Life’s Descent"

Across the infinite void, countless beings—some hidden in the depths of ancient starfields, others dwelling within forbidden realms—felt the tremor of that single word. 

Countless races watched as the celestial sword shot across the stars, Just as greed took root in their hearts, and they were about to take action. 

A chilling voice echoed across the void—vast, ancient, and dripping with murderous intent. 

 "Anyone who touches this sword… I'll wipe out their entire clan." 

The universe itself seemed to tremble. Those who had entertained thoughts of seizing the sword felt their blood run cold, their souls freeze under the weight of the unseen speaker's wrath. 

The voice belonged to Nyxaroth, the Sovereign of the Void—a reincarnated Earth Immortal Realm being, infamous for cleaving entire star systems with a single stroke of his blade. His name alone was enough to silence the cosmos. 

Among the top powerhouses of the universe, he stood at the pinnacle, A being whose aura alone distorted the nature of reality.

 In the boundless expanse of the Void, few dared to challenge him, and those who did were erased from existence before their blades could even taste the wind. 

Divine thoughts rippled through the universe, each one filled with frantic messages, before an eerie silence descended."

The human race felt the pressure the most. The sword was heading straight for one of their worlds, attracting the attention of countless powerful beings. 

Without wasting a second, the Human Emperor stepped into outer space, carrying the Emperor Destiny Seal—a treasure that suppressed the fate and luck of the entire human race. 

With its power, he concealed the sword's destination, blocking the secrets of heaven from prying eyes. Even if greedy human powerhouses sought to claim the sword for themselves, they would find it impossible to locate. 

The universe was vast, with hundreds of thousands of Middle Worlds orbiting each Big World, and countless Small Worlds scattered like grains of sand. Asteroids, dead stars, gas clouds, and black holes drifted through the expanse, creating an impenetrable labyrinth.

When the Emperor returned to his palace, he found the ancestors of the human race, representatives from holy lands, sects, and powerful factions waiting for him. 

the flicker of spatial cracks around them as dozens of Mahayana Realm experts gathered, their presence distorting space.

The Emperor took his seat, his expression grave. "What do you think of the intention behind that one sending the sword toward us?"

An ancestor from a holy land spoke first, his voice heavy with concern. "Could it be a ploy to draw the attention of other races toward us? To incite them to gang up on us?"

The room grew heavier as the implications sank in. The grade of the sword was a pseudo-Reincarnation Earth Immortal grade, the same as the Human Emperor's Seal, and its arrival could certainly trigger a shocking war.

Another ancestor, his voice carrying the weight of millennia, sighed deeply. "The timing couldn't be worse. We are already at war with the Death Realm creators. Another conflict could push us to the brink of annihilation."

He glanced at the others, his expression grim. "If another three or four great races launch a war against us, we may face the disaster of destruction. Even if we survive, the price will be unbearable."

The room fell silent, the weight of his words pressing down on them. One elder, unable to contain his anxiety, turned to the Emperor. "Your Majesty, how close are you to reaching the Reincarnation Earth Immortal Realm?"

Countless eyes turned toward the Emperor, silently pleading for hope.

The Emperor's expression darkened. "I'm not there yet," he admitted quietly. "The chasm between reincarnation Loose Immortal Realm and true Reincarnation Earth Immortal Realm is vast. Breaking through is no simple task."

A heavy silence followed, broken only by the faint hum of energy in the air.

Another ancestor, his voice trembling with frustration, asked, "Is this the will of heaven? Must we suffer such a catastrophe?"

Another Mahayana Realm Ancestor, glancing around cautiously, spoke up. "Should we call Her Majesty, the Goddess of Life, and ask about our situation? She should know what's going on, right?"

Countless eyes turned toward him, some filled with disbelief. One of the ancestors, a sword cultivator exuding a terrifying killing intent, replied angrily, "Are you out of your mind? We cannot disturb Her Majesty, the Goddess of Life!" 

He stood up, his presence commanding the room, and looked at them with unwavering resolve. "As monks, why should we be afraid of fighting?" His eyes burned with a fierce fighting spirit, his voice calm but filled with undeniable conviction.

The Others echo with him—Yes! Why should we be afraid? If they want to fight, then fight! We will accompany them to the end. The Human race should not be humiliated. 

Suddenly, their blood surged with an uncontainable fire, and a terrifying aura erupted from their bodies. The air around them seemed to crackle with energy, as the world they stood upon trembled violently. Above, the sky darkened, 

and bolts of lightning ripped through the heavens, thunder booming like the roar of a thousand beasts. The power they unleashed spread like a wave across the expanse of void, reaching into the outher space. 

" we are born free, who dare to be superior to us, no one can always be above the human race" 

"Ancestors are not worthy of imitation, the way of heaven is not worthy of fear, the way of man will always belong to man!" 

An old ancestor, his aura thick with the scent of blood and war, stepped forward. His eyes, filled with countless years of battle-hardened experience, gleamed coldly as he uttered a single word— 

"Kill." 

His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable weight, like an ancient war drum pounding in the hearts of all present. 

a younger Mahayana ancestor burst into laughter, his long robes fluttering as his energy surged. 

"Hahahaha! How can such a prosperous era be without the presence of the human race? If the heavens dictate our fate, then let us carve our own path with our swords!" 

Their voices resonated across the great hall, shaking the foundation of the world they stood on. The spirit of war had been ignited, and the flames of humanity's willpower burned brighter than ever.

The Human Emperor stood frozen, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of battle intent that pulsed through the hall. 

Even he struggled to suppress his own urge to go to war right away. Taking a deep breath, he finally spoke, his voice laced with both helplessness and amusement. 

"You old bones are really giving me a headache." 

Despite his words, a faint smile tugged at his lips. These were not just subordinates; they were comrades who had fought alongside him, carving their path through blood and tears from the moment they were born into this world. How could he possibly be angry at them? 

He exhaled and spoke with measured logic, attempting to rein in their fighting spirit. 

"Dozens of these races each have one or two ancestors in the Reincarnation Earth Immortal Realm. If we rush in blindly, we risk provoking enemies we cannot afford to face." 

His gaze swept across the hall, meeting the fiery eyes of each ancestor. After a brief pause, he sighed and continued, 

"Besides, all of this is just speculation. We don't even know the true intentions of that one who sent the sword. Who knows? He may have another purpose entirely. Jumping straight into war without understanding the situation would be reckless." 

As the battle fervor reached its peak, the hall trembled with the ancestors' rising auras. The space itself twisted under the weight of their intent, and the void outside roared with unseen tides of power.

But then—something changed.

A strange stillness crept in, subtle yet undeniable. The oppressive war intent that had just moments ago filled the hall… began to dissolve. The heavy air, thick with killing intent, lightened, as if an invisible force was gently sweeping it away.

Outside, the boundless void stirred. The stars, which had flickered erratically from the unleashed auras, now glowed with an unnatural steadiness, their light no longer trembling. In the distance, the nebulous cosmic tides—once chaotic—began to move in a rhythmic, almost soothing pattern, as though aligning themselves to an ancient, unseen melody.

Then came the scent of life.

It was not a fragrance one could name, nor a scent that truly belonged to this world. It was the pure essence of vitality, the whisper of blooming flowers in a land untouched by time, the warmth of sunlight after endless winter. It seeped into the marrow of all present, dissolving fatigue, restoring clarity. Even those who had long abandoned their mortal flesh felt its embrace.

the void split open—not with violence, but with the gentle parting of space itself, as though it had never been whole to begin with. From within that rift, a figure descended, wrapped in a soft, radiant glow.

A breathtakingly beautiful woman in flowing green robes appeared before them, exuding an aura of tranquility and kindness. Her presence seemed to harmonize with the world itself, filling the hall with an indescribable sense of peace. The once-heavy atmosphere of war and tension melted away in her wake, replaced by an almost divine serenity. 

The ancestors, despite their might, found themselves instinctively holding their breaths. Some even subconsciously lowered their gazes, their souls trembling—not from fear, but from reverence. 

A radiant figure descended from the heavens—the Goddess of Life.

The ancestors, even the Human Emperor, stood in reverence at the sight of the Goddess of Life. They all instinctively moved to bow, but before they could lower themselves, an invisible force halted them in their tracks. They found themselves unable to move, as if a gentle yet unyielding hand was holding them in place.

The Goddess of Life smiled warmly.

"There is no need for such formalities,"

she said, her voice like a soft breeze. "You are all powerful monks, and I know well the sincerity of your hearts. I don't care for these empty rituals. Please, feel at ease and be comfortable."

Her words, calm and reassuring, spread through the room like a soothing balm, and the heavy tension that had weighed on everyone melted away. Despite their awe and respect for her, the ancestors and the Emperor relaxed, sensing her understanding and kindness. 

With a gentle wave of her hand, the force that had frozen them lifted, and they were free to move once more. The Emperor, his heart still racing, couldn't help but smile, a deep sense of relief washing over him.

The Goddess of Life sighed deeply, her expression softening, though her tone was stern. "Why are you all talking about war and killing like fools over a single sword?" Her voice held no real anger, just a gentle reproach.

 "Who would dare to touch you as long as I am here? No one. Even those in the Realm of the Reincarnation Earth Immortal would not risk it. 

You don't need to worry about anyone above your realms taking action against you shamelessly. There is a Heavenly Dao covenant in place, and they will not dare to break it. Not unless you personally provoke them "

When she scolded them, the ancestors all felt a deep sense of embarrassment. Their faces flushed, and they lowered their heads, unable to meet her gaze. The weight of their shame was palpable as they silently acknowledged the foolishness of their earlier talk of war.

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over them all, her tone shifting to a more reassuring one. "As for other races ganging up on you, rest assured.

There are rules and regulations in the universe. If there weren't, it would have long descended into chaos, and we'd be back in the barbarian era. So, relax."

The Emperor and the ancestors, still filled with unease, listened intently as the Goddess continued. She smiled faintly and added, "Right now, your only true enemy is from the Death Realm—my mortal enemy, the Goddess of Death.

You are caught in this mess because of me." She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, her usual composure faltering for a moment.

At that, the monks and ancestors all shook their heads, their expressions softening as they responded in unison, "It is not your fault, Your Majesty. And the situation is still under control." Their voices were filled with respect and reassurance, knowing full well that with her presence, their worries would be eased.

The Goddess of Life gazed at them, her expression calm yet firm. "Anyway," she said softly, "you don't have to worry. This situation ends here." She paused, looking at each of them before continuing, "As for the sword, the sender The Sovereign of the Void, did not send it randomly, nor to stir hatred towards you. There is some kind of cause and effect between him and a human from a small plane, one who is aligned with the Void. 

She let out a small sigh before continuing, her voice steady, "Regardless, no one should interfere with his affairs. If you provoke him, he won't care about anything and will take action against you. He will not hesitate. So, I advise you to restrain your monks, especially those under your command. Keep them from becoming greedy and attempting to seize the sword or kill its holder."

She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning the room before adding, "In the end, just let nature take its course. There's no need to overthink it."

The Human Emperor, sensing the weight of the moment, asked carefully, "Your Majesty, do you know who holds the sword?"

The Goddess of Life paused, her expression thoughtful. She closed her eyes for a moment, calculating, her mind drifting through the threads of fate. After a brief silence, she shook her head. "It's hidden," she said, a hint of surprise in her voice. "It seems that the Sovereign of the Void has taken action to cover the identity of the Monk who inherent the sword"

Though she could sense the monk who took the sword, as the creator of the human race, their karmic link was clear to her. She could always trace their fates, even if the Sovereign of the Void tried to conceal them. However, she chose to remain silent. This, she felt, was the Sovereign of the Void's intention, and there was no need to reveal it.

....

After a few minutes, she began to dissipate, and the Human Emperor and the ancestors were shocked. They hurried shouted.

 "Your Majesty!! 

She looked at them and laughed lightly. "This is just a divine thought I sent. The true body of this deity is far away from you, so don't worry."

Relief washed over them, and they respectfully bid her farewell. At the same time, a sense of fear lingered. 

Reincarnation Earth Immortal Realm being . Just a divine thought had been enough to crush them. The thought of an Earth Immortal Realm taking action personally left them shuddering. They would stand no chance. A sense of crisis and urgency swept over them, particularly the Human Emperor, who bore the heaviest responsibility for the entire race.

and he silently vowed to himself, I must comprehend the rules quickly and advance to that realm.