Chapter 110: The Mirror of the Abyss – A Conversation with the Obsolete
The sky above the Sea God Island was a churning cauldron of blood-red clouds and golden solar flares. Tang San, gripped by the corrosive madness of the Asura Law, was a blur of crimson lightning, while Qian Renxue countered with the crushing weight of a living star. Each swing of his phantom blade threatened to carve the tectonic plates in two. But meeting him head-on was a force that defied the very definition of light.
Qian Renxue did not just flicker with holy fire, she radiated the crushing Gravity of a Living Star. Through Lakan's Chaos Qi injection, she had transcended the simple Angel template, mastering the Law of the Star Core. As she intercepted Tang San's descent, she unleashed the Solar Collapse Domain. The space surrounding her became so dense that Tang San's crimson lightning didn't just stop—it began to bend, spiraling into her orbit like trapped stardust.
Though her mastery of the Eight Directional Flow was a tier below Lakan's, her application of the Overdrive was far more oppressive. She didn't use it for speed; she used it to increase her Conceptual Mass. When she stepped into the Center-Point Stillness, the wood of the Agila didn't just groan—the molecular structure of the deck began to densify, turning to iron-hard carbon under the sheer weight of her presence. She was a Pseudo-God King, a Primordial Sun trapped in a mortal vessel, anchored to the world only by her will.
Tang San roared, his Asura Slaughter Intent clashing against her Nova Flare, Seraphic Singularity. The impact didn't create a shockwave of wind, it created a tide of pure heat and gravitational distortion that began to liquefy the surrounding smaller islands, turning stone into molten glass in a heartbeat. Qian Renxue met his Jade Sky Palm with a strike fueled by the Eight-Cycle Breath, her fist carrying the kinetic weight of a collapsing white dwarf.
Then, the world went quiet.
It wasn't a natural silence, it's a Conceptual Erasure of noise.
From the horizon, a figure appeared. He didn't fly or teleport. He simply walked.
With every step Lakan Diwa took, the hurricane tossed waves—some reaching a hundred meters in height, did not just break, they surrendered. As his foot touched the water, the chaotic, salt-choked surface transformed instantly into a calm, dark, and glassy mirror. Under the weight of the Phoenix Heart Core, the sea forgot its law of motion.
The followers of the Sea God, perched on the cliffs of the island, watched in absolute terror. They saw the Seven Sacred Pillars tremble as the spiritual pressure of the ocean was overwritten by a superior authority. To them, the ocean was a god, but to Lakan, the ocean was just a floor that needed to be straightened. He walked through the eye of the storm with his hands in his pockets, his Ten-Headed Sovereign Wings folded behind him like a regal mantle.
"He's... he's walking on the Sea God's head," one of the Titled Douluos whispered, his knees hitting the sand. It wasn't just power; it was a total lack of respect for the element itself. As Lakan advanced, the sky—which had been a battleground of red and gold—split open. A ten-colored aurora bled through the clouds, not as a storm, but as a peaceful, terrifying clarity. The Chaos Qi leaking from his stride didn't destroy the water; it "domesticated" it, turning the violent salt spray into fine, iridescent mist that hung in the air like a royal carpet.
The Sovereign Origin Spirit pulsed with a rhythm that forced the hearts of every living soul on the island to sync with his own. Tang San and Qian Renxue, locked in their star-shattering struggle, felt the very space between them solidify. The friction of their battle, which had been liquefying islands moments ago, was suddenly smothered. Lakan's presence acted as a Universal Anchor, a weight so immense that the concept of conflict seemed to lose its meaning in his vicinity.
He wasn't merely entering the battlefield, he was reclaiming the world from those who thought they were its masters. Every ripple that dared to form under his feet was instantly silenced by the Song of Absolute Creation, a low, sub-harmonic hum that told the atoms of the Douluo Planet to be still. He was the Phoenix Sovereign, and in his presence, the laws of the Sea God were nothing more than a suggestion.
The air in front of Lakan shimmering, and a gargantuan, translucent figure manifested. It's Poseidon, the Sea God. His trident pulsed with a light that tried to reclaim the ocean's ripples, but the Mirror beneath Lakan's feet didn't even vibrate, as if reality is the way Lakan want it.
"Lakan Diwa," Poseidon's voice boomed, heavy with divine indignation. The very air shook with the weight of a God's pride. "You have crossed the line of the heavens. You have forged a heart that has no place in this world. You are a walking calamity that must be chained!"
Lakan stopped. He looked up at the towering projection, his radiant, silver-sun Origin Eyes reflecting the God's shimmering form without a single blink. He didn't bow. He didn't even take his hands out of his pockets. Around him, the Chaos Qi began to hum—a low, predatory growl that made the divine radiance of the Sea God look like a guttering candle in a gale.
"Chaining me would require a lock built from a law you don't understand, Poseidon," Lakan replied. His voice was calm, yet it carried the Sovereign's weight, a resonance that bypassed the ears and vibrated in the very marrow of every living thing. "Your Divine Hierarchy is like a scrap of parchment caught in a forest fire. You call this Order? You hold up Tang San as a successor as if his path was written in the stars by your hand alone?"
Lakan gestured vaguely at the bleeding sky, where the crimson madness of Asura still lingered. "You've turned a gifted boy into a rabid dog just so you don't have to leave your throne. That isn't Godhood, Poseidon. That's just the desperate clinging of a dying man. You are a ghost of an age that has already passed, trying to dictate terms to a world that has outgrown you."
The Sea God's projection flickered, his golden trident sparking with the fury of the entire ocean. The waves for thousands of miles rose in a collective snarl. "You dare—"
"Be still."
Lakan didn't shout. He used his Sovereign's Voice, fueled by the authority of the Seven-Tone Lotus Flame from his Phoenix Heart Core. A ripple of iridescent, geometric light expanded from his lips, striking the divine projection with the force of a conceptual hammer.
Suddenly, the ocean went flat. The wind died. The Sea God's projection remained, but it was physically silenced. The deity's mouth moved, his face twisted in a silent scream of celestial rage, but the vacuum Lakan created swallowed his voice whole. It was the ultimate insult, a man telling a God that his words no longer carried any weight in this reality.
Lakan took one hand out of his pocket and flicked a speck of glowing dust from his shoulder. "The era of the Sea God ended the moment I drew my first breath in this valley. You're not a ruler anymore, Poseidon. You're just an echo in a world that has finally found its own voice."
Behind him, the Ten Divine Orbs flared in terrifying unison, their colors bleeding into the sky and drowning out the Sea God's blue with the prismatic dawn of the Sovereign Origin. To the Titled Douluos watching from the shore, it wasn't a duel—it was the moment the old heavens finally went dark.
Lakan looked past the God at the struggling Tang San in the distance. He then looked at the sun, calculating the time with his Nirvana Spiritual power from his Phoenix Heart Core.
"I was going to end this today," Lakan said, the absolute silence lifting just enough for his voice to carry. "But I've changed my mind. I'm putting off the final fight with your favorite pet for a bit."
Poseidon, regaining his voice but still visibly rattled, hissed, "What's the matter? You scared of the Asura Sword? Scared of what happens when two Gods team up against you?"
Lakan let out a short, mocking laugh—that classic, arrogant smirk cutting across his porcelain face.
"Scared? No. It's more of a scheduling problem, Poseidon," Lakan replied, his tone dismissive. "You've been sticking your nose into the mortal world, breaking every rule the God Realm Council has just to keep your pup alive. By my standards, you're already a dead man. But if I kill you and Tang San on the same day... well, that means two death anniversaries on the same date."
Lakan tilted his head, his silver hair catching the prismatic light of the orbs behind him. "That makes things incredibly annoying for the people who have to clean up after this. I don't want the world to have to celebrate two funerals at once. It's a hassle. It's cluttered. I like things to be clear."
Poseidon's projection began to crack from the sheer weight of the insult. He gripped his phantom trident until his knuckles turned white. "You talk as if this is already over. You really think your 'Chaos' can stand against the combined power of the Sea and Slaughter?"
The Sea God leaned in, his eyes burning with a desperate, divine pride. "Do you honestly think you can win?"
Lakan's expression didn't flicker. He didn't look at the sword, the god, or the island. He looked straight through Poseidon, focused on the future he had already set in stone.
"I will win," Lakan said.
Before Poseidon could respond, Lakan's Sovereign's Voice erupted again, but this time it was laced with the Hingá ng Talas (Breath of Sharpness).
"Now, begone. This projection is cluttering my view."
The soundwave hit the phantom God like a physical hammer. The projection of Poseidon didn't just fade; it shattered into a million sapphire shards, which Lakan immediately Harmonized into harmless mist with a single beat of his Phoenix Heart.
As the mist settled, a warm, ancient warmth flooded Lakan's consciousness. It wasn't the cold salt of the sea, it was the scent of a sun-drenched valley.
"Congratulations, Lakan Diwa," the voice of the Phoenix God echoed in his mind. "You have fused the Trinity. You have become the Living Ancestor. My shadow can no longer hold the weight of your light."
Lakan looked up at the sky. "I don't need a trial, Old Friend. You know that."
"I know," the Phoenix God chuckled. "The 2nd Class Core I hold is but a fragment of the potential you now represent. It belongs to you, but this isn't given as a gift, but more of a return to the source. I am ready to hand you the crown. The Dragon God's seal is screaming as we speak."
Lakan felt a massive resonance in his chest. Because he possessed the Sovereign Origin Spirit and the blood of the Golden and Silver Blue Demon Birds, he didn't need to quest for the core. He simply reached out his hand toward the heavens and made a grasping motion with his Sovereign's Grasp intent.
"Come home," Lakan commanded.
In the higher planes, the Phoenix God Core—a pulsing sun of absolute fire—broke free from its divine moorings. It didn't descend, it fell toward Lakan like a loyal beast returning to its master.
Lakan knew that fusing this core with his Phoenix Heart would be the final step. It wouldn't just make him a God-King, it would create an existence that the universe hadn't seen since the beginning of time—a being more complete than the original Phoenix God, and perhaps, even more stable than the Dragon God himself.
The Only One in the Universe!
He turned his back on the Sea God Island, ignoring the stunned Tang San and the panting Qian Renxue.
"One week," Lakan's voice carried over the waves. "One week to prepare your souls. Then, the Calibration ends."
With a flick of his wings, Lakan vanished into a prismatic warp, heading back to the one place where he could house the sun without burning the world.