The celestial radiance from Alexander Magnus's awakening faded, but the aftershocks had already spread far beyond the sacred halls of the Magnus Clan. Across the vast cosmos, unseen forces stirred—some in awe, others in dread.
Inside the Tyrannos Clan
Seraphina Celestia gazed at her son with a knowing smile. Magnus Tyrannos stood beside her, arms crossed, exuding a silent but overwhelming presence. Around them, the gathered grand elders, warlords, and saintly figures of the clan struggled to compose themselves.
"This... this is beyond prophecy," an elder whispered, his hands trembling. "The Ancient Saint Body and the Heavenly Overlord Body should not coexist… let alone awaken in full at such an age."
"His nine awakened visions alone surpass the legacies of entire lineages," another muttered.
Some looked upon Alexander with reverence, others with a hint of unease. A child of such power was both a blessing and a calamity.
One elder finally broke the silence. "The heavens will not tolerate this."
Seraphina's voice was soft but carried absolute authority. "Then let the heavens try."
Magnus Tyrannos let out a low chuckle. "They already failed once. They will fail again."
The Greater Cosmos Trembles
The Celestial Dao Court – The Heaven's Chosen Order
Far beyond the mortal realms, in the resplendent Celestial Dao Court, divine oracles writhed in agony as celestial scriptures burned into nothingness. The grand hall, built from the bones of ancient saints, shook under the weight of a power they could not comprehend.
A golden-robed High Oracle collapsed to his knees, blood trickling from his eyes. "A variable beyond the heavens… one who should not be…"
The Celestial Dao Sovereign, an entity wreathed in divine light, stood at the peak of the great altar. His voice, calm yet oppressive, echoed through the void.
"Erase him."
The gathered celestial adjudicators bowed. "As the heavens decree."
The Abyssal Void – The Realm of Primordial Beasts
Deep in the forsaken Abyssal Void, where eldritch horrors lurked beyond mortal comprehension, a slumbering beast stirred. A presence so ancient that even the gods had forgotten its name opened its abyssal eyes.
"The scent of a true predator…" Its voice rumbled through the abyss, sending lesser entities into a frenzy.
From the black depths, twisted forms with countless eyes and writhing limbs shrieked in chaos. Their master had awakened for the first time in epochs.
The Forbidden Ruins – A Sealed Existence Stirs
Within a realm that did not exist on any celestial map, buried beneath the ruins of an erased civilization, something moved. A coffin, bound in chains of laws beyond mortal understanding, trembled as an unseen force struggled to break free.
A hoarse whisper echoed from within.
"He has appeared... the one who should not exist…"
The chains tightened, as if the very fabric of reality feared what lay inside.
Ancient Demon Clans of the Netherworld
In the infernal palaces of the Netherworld, where the most malevolent demon lords resided, an obsidian throne cracked under the weight of an unseen force. A demon king with ten thousand eyes snarled as he gazed into the flow of fate.
"The heavens shake… and the abyss laughs. This child... will be either our greatest enemy or our greatest weapon."
The shadowy council of demon sovereigns remained silent. They knew one thing for certain—Alexander Magnus's existence would change everything.
Amidst the storm of reactions across the cosmos, Alexander sat in serene contemplation. The knowledge of the Grand Order of Power flowed into him, revealing the structure of cultivation:
Mortal Realms – The domain of the weak, bound by the laws of nature.
Saint Realms – The stage where true power is refined, and Dao Visions awaken.
Overlord Realms – The peak of battle supremacy, where kings and warlords carve their legends.
Higher Ascensions – Primordial Sovereigns, Empyrean Monarchs, and Forgotten Deities—beings who shape existence itself.
But unlike others who followed the heavens' ordained progression, his path was different.
The Overlord Saint Path – He did not cultivate like ordinary beings. His power was forged through conquest.
Vision Mastery – Unlike others who merely awakened visions as passive enhancements, he could manifest them as living forces.
The "Primordial Overlord Saint Sutra" was a forbidden scripture, erased from history. By claiming it, he had defied fate itself, and the heavens would demand a price.
Yet, as he absorbed this knowledge, Alexander Magnus felt neither burden nor fear.
His path was inevitable. His supremacy was absolute.
The heavens could resist. The abyss could hunger. The ancient forces could scheme.
But in the end, all would submi