Riley's Primordial Chaos Physique—a terrifying constitution born from a forgotten era—was now fully active.
His spirit core devoured spiritual essence, cosmic particles, and even time fragments.
His body was being rewritten, refined, and reborn.
The universe inside him shook.
The galaxies in his soul space danced around his core.
And his will—his divine, unbreakable will—shined like the center of a black hole.
Then—
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The heavens split open for the final time.
He had done it.
True Immortal Realm.
Everything fell silent.
The desert was gone—replaced by a luminous world of stardust, flowing rivers of law energy, and floating platforms made from crystallized soul power.
Riley slowly opened his eyes.
They burned with light. Planets reflected in them. Time bent around his eyelashes.
His gaze alone could shake the weak to their knees.
He raised his hand—and reality trembled with it.
"I can feel it…" he muttered, voice layered with power.
