Chapter 115: The Lakan's Sabbath – Across the Infinite Horizon
The Phoenix God Star was no longer simply a sanctuary. It had become an existence that defied mortal understanding. While its central core spanned a billion kilometers, its fifth-dimensional nature made its borders infinitely expansive. Every direction one walked led to new folds of space. To move through this realm was to step into an endless dream where reality bent to the will of its creator.
After the confrontation at Sea God Island, Lakan brought his four wives back to this celestial realm. Here, the air was not ordinary oxygen but pure Living Immortal Qi. It carried the fresh taste of mountain mist mixed with the warmth of sun-baked honey, constantly nourishing their newly ascended God-King bodies.
"Welcome to the New Genesis," Lakan said with a confident, playful smile as he watched the stunned expressions on his wives' faces.
They spent the first day — a unit of time Lakan could stretch or compress with a simple thought — exploring the Star-Silk Forests. These were not ordinary trees made of wood. They were towering pillars of crystallized light draped in silver vines that hummed softly when touched.
"Lakan, look at this!" Shui Bing'er laughed, her voice ringing with crystal clarity. She reached out and touched one of the pillars. It responded immediately, vibrating with a soft cerulean note that matched her own frequency perfectly.
"Everything here reflects your souls," Lakan explained, leaning back against empty air as if it were a comfortable sofa. He flashed them a teasing grin. "The forest sings when you're happy. If you get annoyed, the leaves turn into sharp needles. So try to stay in a good mood, alright? I'd rather not get poked while walking."
The group continued deeper into the realm, eventually reaching the Halls of Seven-Tone Music 🎶. Here, entire mountains were shaped like giant harps. The wind did not simply blow through them — it composed symphonies. Even Bibi Dong, who usually carried the cold weight of majesty and vengeance, found herself sitting beside a lake of liquid silver. The water 💦 rose in rhythmic pillars, perfectly matching the steady beat of her Abyssal Heart.
"For the first time in two lifetimes," Bibi Dong whispered, her obsidian eyes softening, "I don't feel the crushing weight of the world on my shoulders. I only feel the pulse of the stars."
As the Radiant Phoenix King — the internal sun of the realm — began to dip toward the infinite horizon, casting lavender and gold light across the landscape, the five of them gathered on a floating island made of solid emerald.
Lakan sat at the center, his Pakpak ng Mapagkalinga (Wings of the Provider) retracted for now. He looked almost human, except for the deep violet-gold glow of the Phoenix Heart God Core visible through the diamond pane in his chest. A quiet shadow of silence settled over him as he stared into the distance — that familiar trace of Universal Loneliness he had first felt during his ascension.
Zhu Zhuqing noticed it immediately. As the God-King of the Night, she moved like flowing shadow and sat beside him, gently resting her head on his shoulder.
"You're thinking about it again," she murmured. "The loneliness of being the Origin."
Lakan let out a slow breath, his gaze fixed on the endless expanse. "When I touched the threshold of the sixth dimension… even for just a moment… I realized I am the only true Action in a universe full of Reactions. It feels like being the only person awake while everyone else is still dreaming. It's cold, Qing'er. Very cold."
Qian Renxue knelt in front of him and took both of his hands in hers. Her warm golden-white light spread across the emerald grass. "You may be the Origin, Lakan, but you are not alone in this realm. We are God-Kings now. We are not dolls or puppets. We stand beside you."
"She's right," Shui Bing'er added, sitting on his other side. "You created this infinite world so we could grow with you, not beneath you. If the universe feels too quiet, then we'll simply make enough noise to fill it."
Bibi Dong placed a steady hand on his back, her abyssal presence acting as a firm anchor. "You carry the burden of the New Era because you chose to. But do not mistake your uniqueness for isolation. We are your Twin Wings and your Pillar Goddesses. We are here to keep you grounded in reality."
Lakan looked at the four women who had transcended their original destinies to stand with him. The cold emptiness in his chest slowly thawed, replaced by a fierce, protective warmth. A confident, teasing smile returned to his face.
"You're all right," he chuckled lightly. "I guess I can't play the lonely hermit when I have four powerful Goddesses constantly demanding new constellations and attention, can I?"
The mood lightened immediately. Lakan stood up, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Speaking of which… who wants to learn how to write on the sky?"
He reached out and casually pulled the celestial canopy closer. To his wives, it felt as if they had suddenly been transported into the heart of a living nebula.
"Think of a Law," Lakan instructed, his voice playful. "Don't rely on soul power. Use your Will as God-Kings of this realm. If you want a star to exist in a certain way, then it simply does because you command it."
Under his guidance, they began shaping the heavens together.
Qian Renxue created a grand constellation in the shape of a massive angel's wing. The stars within it burned with a soft, comforting heat that spread gentle warmth across the realm.
Zhu Zhuqing flicked her finger, and a cluster of Black Hole stars appeared. They swallowed light only to release it again as beautiful prismatic ribbons dancing across the sky.
Shui Bing'er and Bibi Dong worked together, forming a Lunar Fountain where glacial ice and abyssal darkness swirled in a breathtaking yet terrifying dance of opposing forces.
Lakan watched them with clear amusement, occasionally flicking his finger to gently adjust a star's position like a teacher helping students with a painting. It was a scene of pure domestic joy that completely defied the immense scale of their power — four God-Kings and one being who stood at the threshold of the sixth dimension, laughing together as they decorated the heavens of their own creation.
For a brief moment, Lakan thought of his parents. 'I wish they could see this.'
The thought hit him hard. He slapped his forehead lightly. 'Wait… I can bring them back now.'
But as he looked out across the realm and thought about the enemies still waiting in the mortal world — the nobles, the old Divine Realm, and the lingering conflicts — he decided to wait. He would first reshape the world into something better before reviving them. Only then would it truly be a worthy home for his family.
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Later, while his wives rested in the Crystal Palaces, Lakan's expression grew serious. He activated his 6D Vision, allowing his consciousness to expand far beyond the Phoenix God Star. It pierced through the fourth-dimensional Douluo Divine Realm and reached directly into the source code of the old Gods.
He saw the final scheme unfolding.
The Asura God was growing desperate. He was no longer simply supporting Tang San — he was actively trying to rally the two fundamental pillars of the old order: the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life.
"So they're finally bringing out the heavy hitters," Lakan murmured.
Through his vision, he observed the God of Destruction — a towering figure wrapped in purple thunder and absolute pride — pacing inside his palace. Strangely, Lakan felt a sense of kinship with him. In his previous life on Earth, he had always respected the concept of Destruction. It wasn't inherently evil. It was a necessary force for renewal and growth. The God of Destruction took his responsibilities seriously, even if his element often led others to misunderstand him.
"Destruction wants the God Realm to expand," Lakan analyzed. "He hates the current stagnation and desires more Gods to ascend. Asura is lying to him, claiming that my Phoenix God Star is a cancer that will consume everything."
His vision then shifted to the Goddess of Life, the gentle green-clad counterpart to Destruction. Her heart was clearly troubled. She did not want war, but her deep love for her husband was slowly pulling her into the conflict.
"I don't want to kill them," Lakan thought. "Destruction is a responsible ruler trapped in the role of a destroyer. If I can show him that my fifth-dimensional realm offers the expansion he has always dreamed of… if I can propose fusing the Phoenix God Star with the Douluo Divine Realm to create a truly infinite pantheon… he might actually listen."
Lakan understood that winning over both the God of Destruction and the Goddess of Life would leave the Asura God and Sea God isolated with nothing but their own hypocrisy.
He withdrew his 6D Vision and whispered to the infinite sky above, "One week."
Lakan looked down at his own hands. He could feel the Sovereign Origin Spirit vibrating with power. At the threshold of the sixth dimension, he stood far above any standard God King. While a typical 5D God King could casually destroy stars or destabilize entire planets with their mere presence when unsuppressed, Lakan's power operated on a higher level. His attacks were not limited to simple universal destruction — they could rewrite laws, simulate infinite outcomes, and reshape reality itself.
He would go to Jialing Pass not merely as a conqueror, but as a Creator offering a choice.
He would present the old Gods with two paths: evolve alongside his Phoenix God Star into something greater, or face complete erasure by his kampilans.
"Let's see if the God of Destruction has the vision to accept the future I've built," Lakan said, his voice echoing across the domains of the realm.
With one final look at his sleeping wives, he stepped into the Spring of Creation. The liquid light washed over him, tempering his spirit and preparing him for the war ahead. The Great Calibration was no longer about a single planet or even the Douluo Divine Realm. It was about the fundamental structure of the multiverse itself.
The Sovereign's Sabbath had given him a brief moment of peace.
Now, the final movement was approaching.