Chapter 511 - 512: Welcome to the New World! (Grand Finale)
The final glint merges into Aster Grant’s forehead in an instant—
"Boom—!!!"
The Power of Origin erupts from Aster Grant’s body!
That light instantly illuminates this void battlefield, even piercing through layered spaces, reflecting upon the skies of countless worlds linked to it!
Angel World.
Laney, handling state affairs, suddenly lifts her head.
She gazes transfixed at the divine radiance flowing through the sky, where warm and vast light emanates.
An indescribable sense of reassurance and excitement, akin to returning to the womb, wells up from the depths of her soul.
Countless angels pause their work, spread their wings, and bathe in this radiance.
Alternate Space, domain of the Human Race.
Zane Drake and several clan leaders of The Kaelen suddenly feel something and rush outside the hall.
Only to see the sky shrouded in an indescribable chaotic brilliance.
Within that light, he seems to see all the races!
Witnessing the rise of each race, and feeling a sense of...
Solid, immense gravity that can carry all future destinies.
In the city, countless humans gaze up at the sky, inexplicably tears streaming down their faces.
Azurea, in various cities.
Whether on the bustling streets of metropolises or the tranquil fields of villages.
All humans, regardless of age or gender, simultaneously halt their actions and involuntarily look up at the sky.
The sunlight remains, the starlight remains.
But a resonance, stemming from the instinct of life, rings within their hearts.
Ghost World, Chyterra...
These worlds once invaded by the Demon Clan, devoid of life.
Also gradually start showing a thread of green due to the Link with Aster Grant.
Simultaneously, these worlds are undergoing structural changes.
Countless once-separated worlds...
Have begun an unprecedented fusion!
The barriers between worlds start to fade.
They no longer repel or clash, but converge like long-separated puzzle pieces, drawn by an invisible force, slowly aligning, docking, merging!
Previously disconnected myriad worlds, are gently converging.
As if reverting to that legendary Origin World that nurtured all things, yet split apart during wars...
With the world’s convergence.
The spectral shadows of ancient species, lost to history due to the separation of planes and conflict of laws.
Begin to faintly appear at the boundaries of fusion.
Some lost foundational World Laws also resound once more.
Even the Voranthos that spans multiple worlds starts to merge gradually with the unifying worlds.
An unimaginably vast, richly complete new Origin World is slowly taking shape!
Aster Grant floats in The Void, sensing the vast power deeply connected with the entire world.
Witnessing this scene, Sable’s pure black eyes reflect disbelief and confusion for the first time!
She watches the unfolding transformation, beyond what she anticipated.
The world is merging, being reborn, evolving toward a grander, more complete, vibrant direction.
This is not the outcome she foresaw, where everything returns to Silence under the authority of cessation.
Nor is it the fragile balance reluctantly maintained in Reincarnation.
This is an...
Evolution, a transcendence.
She cannot comprehend.
Why, after Initial handed the authority to an outsider human, not only did it not lead to the world’s collapse.
Instead, it seems to have injected the central cohesion into the scattered sands, found the perfect axis for the broken puzzle?
Why is this human able to embody so many disparate, even conflicting World Laws?
And reconcile them, unify them, steering towards a state of harmony beyond her imagination?
She wants to leave this center of unfolding transformation.
Return to the icy depths representing the Will of conclusion she’s familiar with, to observe, to ponder, perhaps... to destroy.
However, as soon as she thinks of it, she finds herself seemingly extracted.
The surroundings remain before her eyes, yet like behind an invisible barrier.
She can see everything, but cannot touch anything anymore.
The authority she holds, linked to the Demon Abyss.
Has become incredibly dim, fragile, even... fractured here.
This is the source of the new world!
Only she and Aster Grant exist here.
Everything else became the background.
She tried to mobilize Power to erode that warm glow.
Her thoughts flowed, but it was like sinking into the abyss.
She had lost control of Power.
"No... this can’t be..."
For the first time, Sable’s voice lost its eternal calm, carrying a trace of extremely slight tremor.
Her pure black eyes were fixedly staring at the figure in the center of the light.
Aster Grant slowly turned around, his eyes, which bore the birth and death of galaxies, the flow of time, calmly looked at her.
In that gaze, there was no longer the previous anger, reluctance, or fighting spirit.
Only a profound insight into everything, and a kind of...
Nearly compassionate calm!
He said nothing, he simply reached out his hand gently in the direction of Sable.
The five fingers spread open, then slowly closed.
There was no earth-shattering momentum.
But Sable felt a sensation more chilling and final than death sweeping over her entire body.
Inside her, the sense of absolute control over the endless domain of the Demon Abyss, which was integrated with her very existence, began to recede like a falling tide!
The authorities connecting her to every inch of the Demon Abyss, every strand of Demonic Qi, every member of the Demon Clan.
Started to dissolve and break inch by inch!
The authority she wielded started to extract from within her.
Converging like myriad streams flowing into the sea, towards the palm of Aster Grant!
"Ah—!"
Sable let out a short, grief-filled groan filled with extreme pain and disbelief.
She could clearly feel that everything of hers was being gradually and irreversibly seized!
She tried to resist, but even the thought of that became unbearably difficult.
Her consciousness began to blur, her form began to become illusory and unstable.
Once standing high above, commanding the life and death of a realm.
The supreme being who played endless epochs with the Origin, at this moment, in front of the master of the new world, appeared as fragile as a candle in the wind.
Finally, the last shred of authority that belonged to her was completely extracted by Aster Grant, inducted into the Chaos Light Group in his palm.
Sable’s figure completely froze, then gradually dissipated like a bubble.
Before completely disappearing, her pure black eyes reflected Aster Grant’s calm visage, and the splendid, dazzling new world being born behind him.
In that gaze, there was astonishment, reluctance, confusion, perhaps...
Even a hint of incomprehensible, extremely subtle... relief?
As Sable’s existence completely dissipated in this Land of Origin, the dramatic change outside also reached its peak.
The Demon Abyss, a place filled with ferocity, devouring, and darkness for countless ages.
The viscous Demonic Qi pervading every layer began to dissipate and purify at an astonishing speed, as if losing its source of life!
Countless hideous members of the Demon Clan.
Whether they were lowly Demon Beasts or mighty Demon Gods.
All cried out their final wails filled with pain and confusion as the Demonic Qi dissipated.
Then their bodies crumbled and disintegrated like weathered sand sculptures, turning into the most fundamental energy particles and returning to the earth.
Without the support of Demonic Qi and the pollution of the Demon Clan, the twisted, filthy world structure of the Demon Abyss also began to undergo earth-shattering changes.
The cracked ground melded, the foul rivers became clear, the dim sky brightened...
The entire Demon Abyss seemed to have undergone a profound purification and restructuring.
Then, under the powerful attraction and integration force of the new Origin World.
The purified Demon Abyss began to slowly move and merge towards the center of the fusing world.
The purified Demon Abyss domain fitted perfectly like the final piece of a puzzle into the lowest layer of the new world, merging with it.
To this end.
A complete world was fully formed!
Aster Grant stood in the world’s center, feeling the surging Power within him.
Also feeling the heavy responsibility of guarding and leading the entire world.
He slowly withdrew his palm, the Chaos Light Group that absorbed Sable’s essence silently vanished.
Perfectly integrating with the Power of Origin, it became an indispensable part of maintaining the world.
Afterward, Aster Grant’s gaze swept across this new, infinitely vast land.
Finally, it rested on the eight Beastbonds who had always accompanied him and fought together until now.
"It’s over!"
Aster Grant spoke softly, his voice carried a hint of relief, and was full of infinite anticipation for the future.
"And it’s begun."
"Welcome to... our new world."
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