329: Chapter 329 Thirty-Three Heavens Creation God Fist

[You reach out and wipe it away; that black sword light, which seemed capable of slaying everything and severing even Karma and time, vanished silently like morning mist meeting the rising sun.]

[Immediately after, you and the Boundless Creation Heavenly Venerable beside you exerted power simultaneously. Your vast, boundless might, like the most precise woven net, instantly spread, permeated, and solidified!]

[The entire space-time of the grand battlefield, everything within it, was brought to an absolute standstill in an infinitesimal fraction of an instant.]

[This was not simple restraint, but a temporary stripping of this area from the void, turning it into an eternal painting.]

[Hidden behind the endless dark dimensions, the person who had just struck with the sword light found their will and power—projected across infinite barriers—frozen for a split second by this power that solidified space-time and stripped away all things.]

[This instant, as brief as a spark in the eyes of a Mortal, was a flaw sufficient to decide life and death in a gamble between Rank Eleven existences!]

["Oh no, it's a trap!" A Divine Thought filled with shock and rage fluctuated violently even within the frozen space-time.]

[The Dark Overlord was truly panicking now; this didn't match any of the countless possibilities he had pre-calculated!]

[In his design, this strike was supposed to be nothing more than a routine deterrent and probe.]

[If there was no existence of the same rank as him backing this so-called Infinite Paradise, then his sword strike from across the void would have wiped out that area along with all living beings within it as easily as brushing away a speck of dust—utterly insignificant.]

[Afterward, he might have sighed with some emotion, lamenting that another new power didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth, provoking a darkness they shouldn't have touched.]

[But if the opponent truly had a powerhouse of the same level, then according to the unspoken rules between Rank Eleven existences in his understanding...]

[The opponent should have stepped forward to block this strike, and then both parties' Divine Thoughts would meet across the void to either conduct a cold interrogation or a calm negotiation to clarify the Karma of their subordinates' conflict.]

[In the end, most likely both would take a step back, or he would pay some symbolic price, and the matter would be settled.]

[After all, at the level of Rank Eleven, one has long since transcended ordinary grievances and hatreds; what they seek is nothing more than taking a step further on the Great Dao or managing their own immortal foundations.]

[Unless it involved a fundamental struggle for the Dao or an irreconcilable blood feud, who would easily tear off all pretenses with an existence of the same rank over the gains and losses of some ants? That would be more loss than gain.]

[It wasn't until this moment, when space-time was completely solidified and his projected power and will were trapped like an insect in amber, that the Dark Overlord suddenly realized.]

[This was fundamentally a meticulously arranged killing trap, waiting for him to step into it voluntarily!]

[The opponent's goal from the very beginning was him!]

["But... why?" Along with shock and rage, boundless confusion flooded the Dark Overlord's heart.]

[His Divine Thought was like lightning, frantically retracing the long river of memory through infinite ages, from the initial birth of his intelligence within the Origin of darkness...]

[To fighting, devouring, and Fusion step by step, finally transcending the Middle Thousand Worlds to ascend to Rank Eleven, creating the Dark Alliance, and dominating a corner of the void.]

[In this process, he had made countless enemies, wiped out countless Geniuses with staggering potential, and destroyed many civilized worlds.]

[But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't remember when he had offended two existences of the same rank at once. And looking at this posture, it was a deep-seated hatred that would only end in death?]

["Thirty-Three Heavens Boundless Creation Divine Fist!"]

[Just as the Dark Overlord's thoughts were still spinning rapidly in shock and uncertainty, and he even considered whether he should immediately soften his stance, send a message to apologize, and ask for the reason first...]

[You and the Boundless Creation Heavenly Venerable gave him no opportunity for communication at all.]

[While the Dark Overlord was still in that instant of frozen space-time with his power circulation sluggish, the Qi of you two became completely linked, and your Dao Rhyme merged perfectly.]

[No probing, no holding back; it was a direct combined punch, blasted out! The target was aimed straight at the core of the Dark Overlord's will, solidified within the space-time painting!]

[The moment the punch was thrown, the universe reversed and the galaxy hung upside down!]

[Indescribable brilliant light erupted from the fist—it was not mere energy radiance, but the manifestation of the concepts of 'Boundless Creation' and 'Creation' itself.]

[A roar that shook the eternal heavens and seemed capable of restarting Chaos exploded. It didn't travel through the air but vibrated directly at the base of the minds of all existing and non-existing things.]

[Thirty-three layers of towering, vast phantom palaces containing endless mysteries spread out and manifested from the fist.]

[Each heaven was the embodiment of a rule of the Great Dao; each pass was a boundary of life and death Reincarnation.]

[The heavenly passes stacked upon each other, suppressing the eternal; the clouds billowed, sweeping through all that exists.]

[As each layer of the heavenly phantom appeared, it was accompanied by the wailing and collapse of space-time structures, as if they could not bear the weight of this supreme Fist Intent.]

[Chaos currents, like dragons and pythons, entwined the world-destroying fist light. The Boundless Creation Dao Rhyme permeated the air, just like the beginning of time when the world was created—clear and turbid separated, Yin and Yang reversed, and the order of life and death was broken and reconstructed.]

[This punch seemed to carry the creative power of the beginning of the myriad worlds, yet also contained the returning-to-void power of the end of all things. It was contradictory yet unified, endlessly growing yet severing everything.]

[When the punch's momentum rose, the Laws of the heavens fell into disorder, and the space-time structure tilted. It was as if the firmament was collapsing and the earth was splitting; all stable orders bowed in submission to the source of this Fist Intent!]

[As the Fist Intent fell, the myriad Daos wailed, as if they had seen their own Dominator.]

[Whether it was the Dao of Light, the Laws of Darkness, the foundations of the Five Elements, or the principles of space-time—before this pure, domineering, and all-transcending true intent of Boundless Creation, they all lost their former majesty and could only retreat and submit in trembling.]

[The thirty-three layers of heavenly phantoms vibrated in unison, emitting the sounds of the Great Dao. Endless Boundless Creation Divine Power poured down from every heavenly palace, converging into a Golden Fist Seal that was brilliant to the extreme and glorious for eternity!]

[The void was forcefully plowed into a massive fist scar that spanned across the past and present.]

[The Golden Fist Seal was unstoppable, striking directly at that solidified wisp of the Dark Overlord's will core, even tracing back to the source to destroy his True Spirit!]

["What grudge, what resentment? What Karma couldn't be stated clearly first? To be so decisive and use such a lethal technique upon meeting? Could it be... a death feud I unintentionally sowed in the endless ages past that even I have forgotten?"]

[This was the final, absurd, and unwilling thought of the Dark Overlord's wisp of will before his face met that destructive fist seal.]

[He didn't even have time to make more effective defensive or escape reactions because the solidification of space-time and this long-premeditated killing blow coordinated seamlessly, completely stripping him of all reaction time.]

[Then—]

["BOOM!!!"]

[The grand, majestic Fist Intent, containing the dual true intents of creation and termination, completely submerged the Dark Overlord's solidified Incarnation of will.]

[This wisp of the Dark Overlord's will, along with the portion of Origin power it carried, was instantly refined into nothingness, returning to the most primitive void without leaving even a trace of existence.]

[However, the attack did not stop.]

[The true terror of the Thirty-Three Heavens Boundless Creation Divine Fist only fully revealed itself now.]

[That destructive Fist Intent and Boundless Creation divine light did not dissipate after obliterating the target in front of them.]

[Instead, they followed the mysterious, unbreakable connection between this wisp of the Dark Overlord's will and his main True Spirit, instantly spreading toward the depths of the infinite void.]

[It penetrated layer upon layer of dimensional barriers, tracing back to the Dark Overlord's countless Incarnations, Clones, projections existing in the myriad worlds and infinite space-time, as well as his meticulously arranged resurrection backups!]

[At this moment, in countless worlds—bright or dark, large or small—any existence directly related to the Dark Overlord encountered a catastrophic disaster.]

[Some weak Incarnations didn't even have time to perceive the source of the crisis before they were silently annihilated in the golden Boundless Creation divine light that emerged out of nowhere.]

[Some stronger Clones might have resisted for an instant, letting out terrified roars or desperate curses, but they were also soon crushed by that continuous power of erasure that seemed to come from the level of supreme Laws.]

[This single punch directly erased more than two-thirds of the Incarnations, Clones, projections, and secondary resurrection backups that the Dark Overlord had scattered throughout the infinite worlds.]

[These completely erased parts were like being clipped from all timelines and all possibilities, with no further possibility of recovery.]