Novel Full Chapter 463: Welcome To True Reality
Chapter 463: Welcome To True Reality
The moment the Ineffable Pantheon departed, an uneasy stillness settled over the room.
The eighteen leaders stood frozen, eyes fixed on the empty space where Ash and his family had just been, while the headless corpse of the Prime Devourer slowly disintegrated into drifting motes of consumed void across the floor.
No one dared to move or speak, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all, until at last, the Dean with the yellow star-shaped eyes broke the silence.
His voice was taut, edged with irritation he could barely restrain.
“What… what are we going to do about the deadline for the mana stones? We have less than a decade before the representatives from the Tenth Reality arrive to collect,” he said sharply.
“If we miss even a single cycle—”
Matriarch Minx finally spoke up.
Until now, she hadn’t tried to overstep or even say a word—just quietly observed.
“The accumulation was already running late because of that reset. And now, with everything wiped out, we’re facing a shortage… and there’s no way we can make up in time,” she said.
“And we all know the Tenth Reality doesn’t negotiate. One way or another, they’ll make sure the price is paid.”
More voices chimed in—Sect Leaders muttering about dwindling resources, Clan Patriarchs tallying up their losses, Ancient Arbiters delving deeper into the fallout if the mana stone quota went unmet.
Through it all, Ancestor Seeker sat quietly, unmoving.
When she finally spoke, her voice was soft but sliced through the noise like a blade.
“You don’t need to worry about that.”
Immediately, all eyes turned to her.
She rose slowly, tucking a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear, her warm brown eyes holding that same timeless, unreadable calm.
“Maybe you should focus on the Ineffable Pantheon instead… because clearly, they’re not concerned about the price.”
Once again, she was steering the attention towards not just the Ineffable Pantheon… but back toward Ash himself.
She cast a final, faint smile across the room.
“And it seems the Library of True Reality is open once more…”
With unhurried steps, she turned and headed for the exit.
The eighteen leaders sat frozen in silence, watching her go.
Then one by one, they began to drift away — some vanishing in bursts of light, others walking out with heavy faces, each bearing the weight of the new reality settling over them.
Just when they thought things were finally about to calm down, they had no idea that the Ineffable Plan was split into two phases— and Phase Two was only just beginning.
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“Old Man, go ahead and start Phase Two,” Ash said as he sat in the Sacred Dimension.
For now, he was alone—aside from the three spirits. His wives and children were scattered across their respective universes or staying in his palace.
They weren’t needed for this final phase, which wouldn’t take long at all. Still, since Ash would be tied up for a while, they planned to relax before heading off to do their own things.
In True Reality, outside a massive sect that ranked as the number ten sect in all of reality, seven men stood together in the shadow of its towering gates.
Kaelthyr, Kyron, Thalion, Caelan, Kael, Kagami, and Vane.
Each one of them had long returned to Pantheos at some time or another. Unlike Kaelthyr who was dragged back, killed, then also tortured for a few months…
The others enjoyed their time with their women and freedom to live as they pleased.
While Kagami, he was only here as he was promised he’d soon see his granddaughter again… and Vane, well after Ash had left the Eternal Masque back then.
He simply hung around Thalion…. I mean, with his cautious way of living, it was no way possible he would give up such protection.
The air around them was thick with the oppressive weight of the sect’s defensive formations — ancient barriers woven from True Reality script that could repel those at the Sixteenth Dimensional existence.
The moment Ash’s words reached Kaelthyr through their bond, his mouth twitched.
He let out a low, dry chuckle.
“You brat….” He muttered before looking at the others.
“Well, it’s our time to shine. Let’s get this over with.”
As he said this, he summoned his sword.
Caelan and Kael laughed as they were the first to jump into action.
“It’s been far too long since we put the world on notice!” Kael said.
“Fool, we’re putting reality on notice!” Caelan spoke, with his bulky form, black hair, and black eyes.
And immediately he appeared on the far end of the sect — over five light years away.
Kael, with his long black hair and eyes, appeared directly aligned on the other end of the sect.
Together they both activated their innate powers.
|Unus Singularity (Above Origin)|
Caelan slammed the base of his staff into the air as if it was solid ground.
HUMMMMMM!!!!!
Immediately, hundreds of singularities bloomed across the surface of the massive sect’s barrier — massive, devouring points of absolute gravity that didn’t destroy or swallow the barrier itself but consumed the very idea of “protection” from it.
The grand defensive formation flickered, its conceptual foundation unraveling as the singularities fed on the notion of safety and impenetrability.
Immediately afterward, Kael’s power took effect.
|Unus Judgement (Above Origin)|
CRACKLEEE!!!!!
As the God of Lightning, it went without saying he loved destroying things. In that moment, he became an Eternal Storm.
Kael appeared on the sect grounds and, according to Thalion’s instructions, began destroying all possible escape routes.
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
BOOOM!
Bolts of pure judgement lightning struck one after another, obliterating spatial tunnels, collapsing teleportation arrays, and erasing emergency rifts before anyone even knew what was going on.
However, by the time he finished, the beings inside the sect were already scrambling.
The sound of alarms blaring could be heard as the barrier weakened and escape routes vanished.
Even still, it was far too late as Kaelthyr and Kyron both moved next.
Kyron appeared directly over the dimmed barrier and launched his own power as the panicked defenders below tried to organize a defense.
|Grave Reaping Slash (Above Origin)|
VWOOOSH!!!!
He swung his sword in a wide, deliberate arc.
An invisible slash swept across the entire sect.
Wherever it passed, lifespans were instantly reaped — elders who had lived for trillions of years suddenly aged centuries in a heartbeat, their vitality drained as if the concept of “time owed” had come to collect all at once.
Screams erupted across the sect as cultivators of various ranks dropped to their knees, with their bodies instantly withering.
Kaelthyr, however, didn’t wait.
He tapped into the Truth of Sword.
HUMMMM!!!!
Though things seemed to be moving smoothly, it was all thanks to Thalion himself.
As the God of Minds, he knew exactly how everything would unfold, including dealing with the Ancestors and other beings they couldn’t take out in one strike.
Rather than wait for a massive battle, Thalion traced intricate patterns with his hands, and within moments, a colossal portal appeared over the entire sect.
[A/N: Shout out to Dr. Strange] 😉
A massive rift tore open beneath the crumbling sect.
The entire structure — buildings, defenders, and all — was swallowed whole into the rift.
In that same moment, Kaelthyr pointed the tip of his sword and sent a simple orb of sword essence through it.
The orb expanded the instant it entered the rift.
SHK!
SHK!
SHK!
SHK!
Blades of energy burst in every direction, slicing through everything within reach with ruthless precision, leaving no one behind.
As for the rift… Thalion hurled them all into Pantheos, a realm devoid of mana and cut off from any outside power. When it finally sealed shut, there was nothing left.