Chapter 129: Astrion entered the physical universe

Astrion’s mind completely halted.

As the absolute ruler of the astral realm, an existence born at the very dawn of creation whose energy reserve outstripped billions of combined universes, he had spent eternity as the supreme predator, the undisputed apex. To him, the concept of a master was an absurd, laughable impossibility invented by lesser beings.

Yet, as he looked up from the floor of the contract space, the sheer, crushing reality of Victor’s manifestation threatened to obliterate his very soul.

The cosmic throne Victor leaned upon did not just occupy space; it defined it. Every movement of Victor’s humanoid cosmic form caused entire clusters of phantom galaxies to swirl within his translucent chest. The universal sword resting lazily against his knee hummed with the primordial rhythm of primordial Chaos, an authority that predated the astral realm itself.

Before this titanic figure, Astrion’s mind-boggling form, a hydra stretching across billions of universes, felt no larger than a common garden worm coiled at the foot of an emperor’s palace.

"What the..." Astrion’s voice echoed, completely devoid of its former grace, carrying the raw, unvarnished shock of a divine entity stripped of its pride. "This space... it measures pure energy and origin potential! An external manifestation like a throne shouldn’t even be possible! Where did that come from?!"

Victor’s eyes remained unseeing, glowing with the ancient, unyielding light of his subconscious origin. Victor himself had no conscious control over this vast entity sitting upon the throne. His deeper origin spoke on its own, its voice echoing like the collapse and rebirth of infinite cosmoses, completely looking down on creation itself.

"Astrion, you are just a small insect living in a box," the cold, majestic voice resounded from the throne. "Creation is far more mysterious and dangerous than your mind can fathom. I am willing to give you a chance to serve under me."

Astrion’s eight heads hissed in unison, a mixture of ancestral fear and profound shock. "Universal Supreme... Supreme God King... even the eldritch entities, that even time itself forgot about them.. none of them possess an origin like this! What are you?!"

"You ask questions from a position you do not hold," the voice from the throne thundered gently, yet the sheer pressure caused the contract space around them to crack like fragile glass. "You built a pond and called yourself its god. Now look upon the ocean."

The entity upon the throne did not bother answering further. It simply raised a single finger and pressed it lightly downward toward Astrion.

"Accept your place."

It was a simple, effortless gesture, yet to Astrion, it felt as though the entire weight of an endless void was collapsing onto his spine. His resistance collapsed in an instant. The massive hydra was forced down, his eight heads slamming onto the floor of the contract space.

"Raaagh!" Astrion roared in desperation, his eight heads thrashing as he tried to unleash the full extent of his billion-universe reserves. "I am the lord of the astral world! I am the origin of all contracts!"

"And yet, here you kneel," the majestic voice stated coldly.

Golden, abyssal chains woven from primordial laws burst forth from the void, wrapping violently around Astrion’s massive eight-headed body and sinking directly into his origin.

The ancient laws governing the Grand Contract Formation operated on absolute, unyielding logic: The weaker yields to the stronger.

A terrifying vortex of energy erupted between them, and the contract space shattered into countless fragments.

In the real world, inside the massive circular room of the tenth realm.

Victor’s consciousness suddenly snapped back to his body. He blinked, feeling a strange sense of grogginess in his mind. He rubbed his temples, trying to remember what had transpired inside the contract space. Curiously, he could not remember anything that had happened inside. He had no memory of the cosmic throne, the universal sword, or the majestic voice that had spoken from his deep origin.

Yet, when he looked at the central floor, he saw Astrion standing before him as his bound master-servant summon. Deep down, Victor felt a subtle, natural intuition about what must have taken place, and the outcome felt entirely right to him. It was as though the universe itself had merely aligned with the natural order of things.

Astrion’s colossal eight-headed form was bowed before Victor. All eight pairs of eyes were open, and all eight heads were fully awakened now. The massive entity looked up at Victor, his former arrogance completely replaced by a solemn, profound reverence.

"Master," Astrion spoke in a solemn, respectful tone. "Allow me to introduce my laws to you."

The central head lowered itself slightly. "I am the Law of Creation, the central one."

The head immediately to its right spoke next, its voice echoing with sharp destructive force. "I am the Law of Destruction"

The head beside the Law of Creation raised its gaze, radiating a warm, vibrant energy. "I am the Law of Life."

The head beside the Law of Destruction echoed, carrying a cold, chilling aura. "I am the Law of Death."

The next two heads spoke together in harmony, their voices sounding like cosmic scales balancing. "We are the Law of Karma and the Law of Fate."

Finally, the remaining two outer heads spoke with ancient resonance, their eyes shifting like vast cosmic portals. "And we are the Law of Spacetime and the Law of Reincarnation."

Victor listened attentively, examining each head with a thoughtful look. "Eight Ultimate laws... That is impressive. But how will this work when we leave this realm?"

Astrion then explained the nature of his manifestation. "Master, once I go out, I will be born as a Universal Supreme level entity and only one of my laws will be available with one head. As I continue to break through and grow new heads, the rest of the laws will be manifested."

Victor looked at the ancient hydra with deep interest. "Can I also learn those laws of yours?"

"Yes, Master," Astrion replied smoothly. "Through our contract, my comprehended laws are open to your soul. Besides, Master, you can use my Law of Creation to create many things if you supply your energy to me. I can become your most powerful weapon."

"Create many things?" Victor raised an eyebrow. "Meaning objects, life, or realm structures?"

"Anything your mind desires, provided there is enough energy," Astrion answered confidently. "With your energy capacity, my Law of Creation can forge worlds or artifacts that defy the logic of standard universe systems."

The black cat and the ancient turtle, standing at the edge of the hall, looked utterly horrified as they listened to their ruler speak so submissively.

"Your Majesty! What are you saying?!" the black cat whimpered in terror, its legs shaking so hard it could barely stand. "You are giving away your core authority to a human?!"

"Silence," Astrion’s central head snapped back toward the cat, his eyes flashing with terrifying light. "You do not understand the height of the sky, little cat."

"But Your Majesty, if you go out, who will rule the astral realm?" the ancient turtle asked, its deep voice trembling with immense distress. "Without you here, the balance of the nine realms will crumble!"

Astrion gave them a cold, indifferent glance. "The astral realm will be run by itself. You two will run it as its new government."

"A government?" the cat gasped, pointing a shaking paw at its own chest. "Us? But we are just your caretakers!"

"Then learn to govern," Astrion said plainly. "And if Master allows, his endless energy can create more layers in the astral realm over time. Powerful creatures will emerge automatically."

Victor pondered the proposal for a moment. He had infinite mana, so providing energy was hardly an issue for him. In fact, expanding the astral world might yield even greater summons or resources in the future.

"Well, you can use my energy," Victor said casually with a slight nod. "Now, let’s go out."

"As you wish, Master," Astrion bowed all eight heads deeply.

The moment Victor’s consciousness fully returned to his physical body in the ancient summoning ritual of the outside universe, a massive, terrifying projection of an eight-headed hydra suddenly manifested behind his back.

The projection towered thousands of kilometers high, its shadows blotting out the sky above the ancient ritual grounds.

It was just the beginning.

The entire universe shook violently. Across countless star systems, galaxies, and secret realms, innumerable astral creatures that had been summoned into this universe over millions of years suddenly froze in place. Whether they were resting inside their masters’ shadows, engaged in fierce battles, or standing active in the real world, an indescribable, primordial fear seized every single astral creature alive.

In a distant galaxy, a giant dragon summon belonging to an ancient ancestor suddenly crashed to the ground, whimpering like a beaten puppy.

"What is happening to you?!" the ancestor yelled in shock, trying to pull his summon up.

In another realm, thousands of spirit beasts fell onto their stomachs, pressing their heads firmly against the dirt.

An instinctual urge forced all astral beings across the universe toward their knees. They were all about to bow in the direction of Victor’s location, feeling the absolute supreme ruler of their origin world descending into the physical cosmos.

However, before they could complete the gesture, Astrion’s divine aura suddenly vanished without a trace, retracting completely into Victor’s soul space to prevent the universe’s fundamental laws from collapsing under the weight of his true form.

The millions of astral creatures across the universe suddenly stood there completely confused, trembling in silence, unsure of where that terrifying pressure had come from or where it had gone.

Back at the summoning grounds, the atmosphere had turned dead silent.

Nearby, Victor’s eight senior brothers and sisters, his master, and the surrounding elven prodigies all felt a sudden wave of disturbance. Their own astral summons had recoiled in absolute terror for a fraction of a second when that colossal hydra projection flared up behind Victor.

The elven prodigies were trembling. One of the top elven geniuses fell back onto his rear, his eyes wide as he stared at Victor. "What... what was that phantom just now? My contract spirit almost tore its own soul apart trying to hide back into my shadow!"

"Mine too!" another elven girl cried out, clutching her chest. "My silver moon fox is shivering uncontrollably! It refuses to come out!"

Similar situation could be seen in the entire elven empire.

"What this boy just summoned?", Cristofer thought, his mind was also shaking a little.