1038: Chapter 1037 The Final Formation of Starfall: All Laws Cease to Bloom

Spatial cracks spread like cobwebs, and Law turbulence raged within; an ordinary Tier 4 powerhouse entering this area would be instantly torn to shreds.

But Qing Li and the Black-Robed Leader were both unscathed.

Scorched marks lined the edges of Qing Li's silver robe, and several tears appeared on the Pope's black robe, but for Tier 5 Powerhouses, these were mere scratches.

"The warm-up is over."

The Black-Robed Leader said suddenly.

He pressed his palms together, and the silver scar on his forehead began to glow.

It wasn't reflected light, but the scar itself emitting a pure silver radiance.

"A thousand years of the Cult's accumulation; today, I shall let Your Excellency witness a fraction of it."

Behind him, the eight Black-Robed Figures sat cross-legged simultaneously, as the auras of eight different Laws emerged from their bodies.

The power of the eight Laws flowed into the Pope's body like eight great rivers.

The Black-Robed Leader's aura began to climb frantically.

Tier 5 Late Stage... Tier 5 Peak... it even faintly touched upon that legendary Tier 6!

Qing Li's pupils constricted.

"You actually fused eight Laws into one? That's impossible! Laws should repel each other..."

"That is why a 'Vessel' is needed."

The Pope's voice became ethereal, as if coming from the distant starry sky. "And the supreme secret technique of the Starfall Cult is to refine oneself into a 'Law Furnace'."

He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward.

Within his palm, eight-colored radiance swirled and fused, finally transforming into a mass of chaotic gray energy.

That energy possessed no attributes, yet seemed to contain all attributes.

It spun quietly, and everywhere it passed, even the Chaos turbulence was smoothed out and reduced to zero.

"This Divine Ability is nameless, for all who have seen it have already perished."

The Pope looked at Qing Li. "Excellency Qing Li, this is your last chance—hand over Black Abyss, and the Dark Star can avoid this catastrophe."

Qing Li remained silent for three breaths.

Then she smiled.

It wasn't a sneer or a mocking laugh, but a smile of relief.

"Your Excellency the Pope, do you know why the Dark Star Auction House has stood tall in the Chaotic Star Domain for thousands of years?"

She gently unbuttoned the top three buttons of her green robe, revealing a strange mark on her collarbone.

The mark was shaped like a closed eye, and it was now slowly opening.

"It is not because of our rules, nor is it because of our strength."

Qing Li's voice became ethereal, and the aura on her body began to change—no longer pure spatial dao marks, but something far more ancient and more of the Origin.

"It is because we have never been 'human'."

That eye fully opened.

There was no pupil in the eye, only a swirling galaxy.

Immediately after, Qing Li's body began to turn transparent, dissipating into countless points of light.

Not just her, but the twenty-four guards also dissipated into points of light at the same time.

All the points of light converged into that eye, which expanded rapidly, finally transforming into an illusory figure hundreds of feet tall.

The figure was dressed in a robe woven from stars and wore a crown braided from galaxies. Its face was blurred and invisible, with only those eyes clear—exactly that same Galaxy Eye from before.

"Spirit of the Dark Star."

The Pope finally changed expression. "You actually refined the entire Dark Star Auction House into a Lifebound Treasure?

No... it's the other way around. You were originally the Incarnation of the Dark Star's Astral Spirit!"

"To be precise, I am the Guardian Spirit nurtured by the Previous Master, who used his lifelong cultivation to enlighten the Star Core."

The galaxy figure emitted a voice as grand as a tolling bell. "The Dark Star is me, and I am the Dark Star. In this place, I am invincible."

She—or rather, it—extended a palm composed of starlight and pressed it gently toward the Black-Robed Leader.

This press felt as if the mass of an entire planet was bearing down.

The gray energy in the Black-Robed Leader's palm trembled violently, the eight-colored radiance flickering within it.

The eight Cult members behind him spat out blood simultaneously, their maintained formation nearly collapsing.

"Grasp of the Stars," the galaxy figure said slowly. "Your Excellency, leave everything behind and retreat now, and I may spare your lives."

The Pope clenched his teeth; the silver scar on his forehead was on the verge of splitting open. Blood seeped from the scar but was instantly evaporated by the silver light.

He looked at the galaxy figure, a hint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"Stop playing god!!!"

He suddenly slammed the gray energy in his hand into his own chest!

"Using the body as a guide, the Eight Laws Return to the Void—Starfall Final Form: All Laws Silent!"

An indescribable ripple spread out with the Black-Robed Leader as the center.

The starlight palm pressed down by the galaxy figure began to collapse, turning into nothingness starting from the fingertips.

"You're insane!"

For the first time, a tremor appeared in the galaxy figure's voice. "Forcibly fusing eight types of Law dao marks—how long can you possibly hold on?!"

"Then the battle shall end in ten breaths."

The Black-Robed Leader's figure gradually blurred within the gray energy, but his voice was incredibly clear:

"The first breath."

He took a step forward, and the galaxy figure's starlight palm completely shattered.

"The second breath."

He took another step, and the galaxy figure's right arm began to dissipate.

"The third breath."

The entire right half of its body turned into nothingness.

The galaxy figure let out a silent roar, its remaining left half erupting with a final burst of starlight—the Star Origin accumulated by the entire Dark Star for thousands of years.

"Then let us see!"

Dark Star Auction House, 73rd Layer Extra-dimensional Prison Zone.

The spatial structure here was like paper repeatedly folded by an invisible hand, layered, independent yet nested within one another.

Within each independent space were imprisoned treasures collected or 'acquired' by the Dark Star Auction House over the millennia.

Folded Space No. 37 on the left was as vast as the surface of a small planet.

Energy crystals were piled here like mountains and seas, and Star Essence Gold ingots with a purity of 99.9% were stacked into high towers, emitting a cold metallic luster.

The air was filled with energy particles so dense they were almost liquefied; an ordinary creature taking a single breath here might explode and die from energy overload.

Space No. 91 on the right was a meticulously maintained ecological park.

Tens of thousands of exotic plants from different star systems coexisted here, some emitting alluring fragrances, others with leaves as brilliant as gemstones.

In a corner of the park, three 'Time Vines' were growing, blooming, fruiting, withering, and regenerating at a speed visible to the naked eye, completing a Reincarnation in just ten minutes of standard time.

Their fruits allowed the consumer to briefly glimpse fragments of the future, and the price of each on the black market was enough to buy a medium-sized interstellar warship.

But none of these were the most precious collections of the Dark Star Auction House.

The true value was hidden in the deeper layers of folded space.

Space No. 1244.

There were no treasures here, no wonders, only pure darkness and silence.

The space was no more than ten cubic meters in size, with walls built from 'Void Stones' that completely absorbed light and energy.

This was a place specifically used to imprison 'special existences'—cargo whose power was too dangerous or whose identity was too sensitive to be publicly displayed.