Chapter 106 – The Night's Coronation and the Frost's Abyss
The Agila drifted into the Dead Zone that Zhu Zhuqing had carved from the Sea God's domain. The ship was no longer just a vessel, it has now become a sanctuary of the New Order. Within its halls, the laws of the universe were being processed, refined, and redistributed by Lakan's Nirvana Spiritual Core.
Zhu Zhuqing did not descend to the planet's surface for her final trial. Instead, she stepped into the Hall of the Timeless Void, a spatial rift anchored to the Agila's core.
The Shadow realm she once visited...Wait, the Shadow Realm was no longer a place she visited. It was a place she owned.
As she entered the void, a figure materialized from the darkness. It was a being of pure, ancient shadow: the God of Darkness. In the original timeline, he was a detached deity, watching from the heavens. But here, he was facing the new possibility. He looked at Zhu Zhuqing and saw not a mortal, but a terrifying evolution. She possessed the Demonic Nyx Core—a fusion of the DDEGT's malice and the million-year weight of the Demonic Whale Queen.
"You have completed the Trials i set, and now, you have come for the seat of this God," the God of Darkness spoke, his voice like the shifting of tectonic plates in the dark.
"I have come for what is mine," Zhuqing replied. Her voice didn't echo, but it absorbed the sound.
The God of Darkness looked past her, sensing the Nirvana Spiritual Core of Lakan Diwa watching from the bridge of the ship. He realized that Lakan wasn't just observing—he was Overwriting the divine frequency of the shadow element itself.
The God realized that Zhuqing's Night was deeper, more chaotic, and more Genesis than his own. His was the darkness of a night sky, hers was the darkness of the Void before the Great Creation. Without a fight, the God of Darkness knelt. He reached into his chest and pulled out a pulsing, black diamond— it is the Darkness God Core.
"The Night belongs to the Sovereign's Queen, and so i present to you," he whispered.
Zhuqing took the core. As it merged with her Demonic Nyx Core, the Agila groaned under the weight of her ascension. Her spirit rings shattered and reformed into nine Pitch-Black rings with Violet-Gold veins. She was no longer the Hell Civet, she will become the future God-King of the Night.
The Sovereign Goddess of the Crystalline Abyss
While the shadows deepened, the temperature in the Agila's lower deck dropped to a point that challenged the laws of thermodynamics.
Shui Bing'er stood at the center of a sapphire lotus. She had also already finished her own Trial and claimed the Ice God Core from the Goddess of Ice on the North, but the energy was volatile. It clashed with the Abyssal Pressure she had inherited from Lan Fo'er, the daughter of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King.
Lakan appeared beside her, his Radiant Silver Pupil spinning. He saw the friction. Her Ice was crystalline and rigid, but her Abyssal power was fluid and heavy.
"Don't fight the pressure, Bing'er," Lakan said, placing his hand on her shoulder. His Chaos Qi flowed into her, acting as the catalyst. "Ice isn't just a solid. At the bottom of the abyss, ice is a law of stillness. Combine them."
Bing'er sat down and let out a breath that turned into a cloud of diamond dust. Using Lakan's guidance, she performed the Dual-Siren Resonance. The sapphire energy of Lan Fo'er and the Absolute Zero of the Ice God Core fused.
The result was a divinity that was beautiful yet terrifying. Her skin became like translucent marble, and her twelve wings turned into shards of Divine Heavy Ice.
"I am the silence of the deep," she whispered.
Lakan smiled, watching the final seal click into place. "You are The Sovereign Goddess of the Crystalline Abyss (Ang Soberanyang Diyosa ng Kristal na Kalaliman)."
The ship's alarms blared as her aura expanded, freezing the very Space around the Agila. The Dead Zone was now fortified with a shell of frozen reality.
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While Lakan is helping his Wives to realize their God Postions and help them become Gods and have the Queens ascends...
The Old World that wants to still stick to their old ways of wanting hunt soul beasts for their soul ring, was rotting from the inside out.
In the sunless depths of the Slaughter City, the air was no longer copper-tasted—it was a thick, clotted gore. The Slaughter King sat on his throne, his crimson eyes burning. The five-year Blood Moon Ritual had been interrupted by Tang San's Purification of the city with the Hazy Sky Herb, but the King hadn't died.
The Slaughter King was Tang Chen, his mind corrupted by the Bloodred Greatness Bat. He looked at the placd where he sense powerful auras are from and grimance, as he now knows whats going on ther, he wants to go and hide until things are settled with those gods, but the former inheritor of Asura within him was waking up.
"The Sovereign is crowning his wives," the Slaughter King hissed. "The Sea God is a coward, but Asura... Asura will not tolerate a Wild God."
And as he said this words.....
Suddenly, the red moon in the Slaughter City cracked. A massive, blood-colored sword—the Asura Sword—descended from the void. It didn't go to the King. It began to vibrate, searching for its True successor.
In the Divine Realm, Asura stood beside a weakened Poseidon.
"The Sea God's power was reflected because you tried to play by the rules of the ocean," Asura rumbled, his voice like grinding metal. Then he said with a small smile on his lips"I do not play, i am the Law. If Lakan Diwa wants to Judge the world, I will provide the Executioner."
Asura reached out, his hand glowing with a forbidden, crimson light. He didn't need to give Tang San a trial, thats why he performed a Divine Delivery where he took all what Tang San's ancestor, Tang Chen, obtained throughout his divine Trial, as well as the energy from the Blood Moon Ritual through the Demonic Sword. Doing so already put Tang Chen's soul in the brink of Death, same for the Blood Bat King. He then forced the Asura Sword to tear through space, manifesting it directly on Sea God Island.
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On the beach of Sea God Island, Tang San was on the verge of collapse. His spirit sea was a mess of forced 100,000-year rings and the Sea God's failing light.
Then, the sky turned the color of dried blood.
The Asura Sword slammed into the sand before him, creating a shockwave that vaporized the incoming tide. Tang San looked up to see a vision of two Gods—Poseidon and Asura—standing over him.
"Tang San," Asura's voice echoed in his mind. "The Slaughter City has been sacrificed. The Blood Moon Ritual's energy has been condensed into this blade. Take it. Become the Dual-God Successor. Do not just be the Sea, be the Judgment that kills the rising Phoenix Sovereign."
Tang San's eyes, once clear and blue, were suddenly flooded with a dark, murderous red. He reached out and gripped the hilt of the Asura Sword. The Slaughter energy of thousands of fallen masters flowed into him, artificially stabilizing his brittle cultivation. The power almost overwhelmed him. But he endure, because he feels that it's what he need if he wants to have a chance against Lakan.
He didn't care about the cost anymore. He didn't care that he was becoming a monster. He only cared about defeating the silver-eyed boy on the golden ship who had taken his destiny.
"I will kill him," Tang San vowed, his voice a distorted rasp. "I will erase his soul until there is nothing left but ash."
On the Agila, Lakan's Nirvana Spiritual Core twitched. He felt the Blood-Stench rising from the south. He felt the Sea God Island suddenly flare with a violent, murderous frequency.
"Asura has entered the game," Lakan noted, his expression calm but his eyes sharpening. "He gave Tang San the sword. He's trying to bridge the gap between Tang San's talent and our reality."
He looked at Zhu Zhuqing (God-King of the Night) and Shui Bing'er (Goddess of the Crystalline Abyss). They stood beside him, their divinities perfected, their gazes fixed on the horizon.
"Let him have his sword," Lakan said, his 9th Soul Ring pulsing with a rhythmic, obsidian light. "A sword is only as good as the hand that holds it. And Tang San... his hand is shaking."
Lakan looked at his three cores—the Chaos, the Flame, and the Spirit. He wasn't ready to fuse them yet. He needed the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well for that final alchemy. But for now, he had the most powerful Software in the world.
"Set course for the Sunset Forest," Lakan commanded. "We consolidate our home one last time. And then... we end the era of the Gods. And start a new Era, OUR Era"