Chapter 1435, A Level-5 Hegemon of Heaven’s Door

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

However, his current standing was a secondary concern; what Yu Zi Yu required now was the cold, quiet sanctuary of time to settle and refine his burgeoning power.

The power within him had surged beyond the limits of his skin, filling his veins with a dull, swelling ache.

Every atom of his being demanded adjustment.

*Hoooo…*  Releasing a breath that shimmered with raw energy, Yu Zi Yu closed his eyes, allowing his consciousness to sink like a stone into the vast ocean of his own body.

Before long, a low, rhythmic thrum began to vibrate through the void.

*Booooom… Booooom…*

To any observer, the very fabric of spacetime would have appeared to shudder.

An indescribable force pulsed through the vacuum, mimicking the breath of a primordial beast.

…

Time, that relentless river, flowed on.

In the blink of an eye, a decade had flickered by.

However, that was a decade in the universe. Within the Spacetime Dimension of Yu Zi Yu, a millennium had already past.

“Finally… it’s stable,” a soft murmur echoed.

At the frayed edge of this dimension, a colossal tree stirred.

However, its branches, which were once vibrant and verdant, had taken on the ethereal hues of silver and grey, the same color as Space and Time.

Rooted at the terminus of the River of Time, as the gigantic tree’s branches swayed, ripples spread across the river of time.

The river was the Time. The ripples were Space.

Space and Time, the two aspects that weave the very reality danced to his whim.

*Boooooom…* As his eyes snapped open, the entire dimension quaked.

Visible to the naked eye, two beams of light, sharp and cold as immortal swords, pierced through the darkness, cleaving the fabric of reality where his gaze fell.

*Boooom…* A thunderous roar followed as the Spacetime Dimension began to violently expand, as if Heaven and Earth was being recreated.

The current Spacetime Dimension had become a cage too small to house the sheer magnitude of his existence.

Expansion was not a choice, but inevitability.

However, none of that was important; everything paled in comparison to his transformation.

*Thump…* With a single step, a tall and slender figure emerged from the heart of the world-spanning Divine Tree.

He possessed a bearing that defied description, a peerless elegance that gazed down upon all creation. He stood alone, yet his presence exerted a pressure that seemed to weigh upon the very concept of existence.

As he stood there silently, the entire world seemed to brighten.

His flawless white robes made him as pure and radiant as the Full Moon. Ethereal white mists drifted around him, while a swirling nebula hovered at his side, pulsing like a living heart. Deep within that nebula, nine stars traced intricate orbits, each a tiny, vibrant world thrumming with life.

However, as magnificent as the nebula appeared, it was not the most harrowing sight.

Stretched across the darkness behind him was a scroll that seemed to have unfurled out of nowhere. Within it lay countless ancient kingdoms, where innumerable Gods and Demons bowed in worship, and chanted scriptures.

Between the nebula and the scroll, the sparkling light and the hazy radiance, he looked less like a man and more like the singular axis upon which the universe turned, the only existence in Heaven and Earth that remained constant, eternal, and undying.

*Crack…* Yu Zi Yu slowly closed his hand, clenching his fist.

The sound was sharp and definitive. It felt as though he had not merely folded his fingers, but had reached out and crushed a literal world. In response to the gesture, the very fabric of space and time shivered as fine fractures spidering through the air around his knuckles.

He raised his gaze. His divine eyes were no longer merely organs of sight; they were boundless abysses that saw through everything. Even the distant, glittering starry cosmos offered no secrets; it lay before him, laid bare and vulnerable to his scrutiny.

“A thousand years here…yet only ten years have passed in the world outside,” he murmured.

His voice drifted softly, like a deity whispering directly into the Soul.

Yu Zi Yu stopped abruptly.

He felt no urge to rush his return.

The world could wait; currently, he was more concerned about his status screen.

Narrowing his eyes, he started reading it…

Yu Zi Yu’s gaze lingered on the translucent panel, a flicker of genuine astonishment crossing his features.

Even for him, the sight of his own status was nothing short of staggering.

It was a terrifying vista of power; myriad divine techniques and abilities, and even two Grand Divine Abilities, monumental powers that defied logic.

In the current era, who can even manage to stand against him!?

The supreme prodigy of the Kun Peng Clan had managed to dominate the stars solely by mastering the Kun Peng Art. Yet here Yu Zi Yu stood, having cultivated two such world-shaking powers.

*Zeze…* A satisfied grin spread across his face.

He allowed himself a rare moment of indulgence, feeling a quiet pride in how far he had come, a Level-5 Hegemon who had opened Heaven’s Door.

With such earth-shattering power, Yu Zi Yu alone could likely suppress all Races.

However, his eyes remained clear, unclouded by the intoxication of power. He knew all too well that the wheel of fate never stopped turning; extremes eventually reversed.

If he ruled purely through sheer, overwhelming force, eventually, the cosmos would birth to new powerhouses, prodigies whose brilliance might rival his own.

When that day arrived, no matter how strong he was, his two hands would not be able to withstand a thousand fists.

Besides, Yu Zi Yu had never harbored a fondness for standing center-stage amidst the chaos.

He rather preferred to remain low key, hidden in the shadows.

That was what he believed to be the true hallmark of a King.

He had carved his path to this day with a single virtue: patience.

Though the time for hiding had largely passed, he refused to let arrogance take root. Arrogance was the rot that felled the tallest trees.

“I think… the aura of a Level-2 or Level-3 Hegemon will suffice,” he murmured, as a soft chuckle escaped him.

With a focused thought, Yu Zi Yu restrained his aura.

In an instant, the suffocating pressure that had warped the surrounding spacetime began to recede, fading like a withdrawing tide until a fraction of his true terror remained.