Chapter 195: I Reject the Title of Supreme

I Reject the Title of Supreme

Layers of Golden Fate Essence spread across the heavens.

At first, they were thin.

Almost delicate.

Golden strands drifted between the clouds, twisting and curling like rivers suspended in the sky. They slowly intertwined, forming a vast network of radiant light that stretched farther than the eye could see.

The clouds beneath them began to glow.

Then the heavens trembled.

Ethereal celestial music drifted down from above.

It was faint at first.

So faint that it almost sounded like the distant ringing of bells.

But the sound gradually grew louder.

Clearer.

More beautiful.

Melodious.

Sacred.

Ancient.

There was something strangely profound about the music.

It did not sound like something created by mortals.

It felt as though it had existed since the beginning of time.

As though the heavens themselves were singing.

Then, countless heavenly maidens appeared within the firmament.

Their figures were surrounded by golden light.

Their graceful bodies moved among the clouds.

Long sleeves fluttered through the air as they danced.

Every movement seemed perfectly synchronized with the celestial music.

Golden light descended from the heavens.

It fell like gentle rain.

Wherever it touched, the darkness of the night was pushed away.

The entire Sovereign Blessed Land was immersed in an extraordinary phenomenon.

Every corner of the land seemed to have been transformed.

The mountains.

The rivers.

The forests.

Even the air itself.

Everything was covered in a faint golden radiance.

Then—

BOOM!!

Heaven and earth thundered.

The sound was so powerful that the entire world seemed to shake.

Mountains trembled.

Clouds scattered.

The surrounding realms felt the impact.

For a brief moment, countless powerful beings looked toward the same direction.

Their expressions changed.

Something had happened.

Something that even they could not ignore.

It was as though the Ten Thousand Great Laws had awakened.

As though the laws governing heaven and earth had turned their attention toward one particular existence.

As though all the realms were silently acknowledging his presence.

Rich Golden Fate Essence surged across the heavens.

It poured toward Sovereign Peak.

At first, it gathered above the mountain.

Then it spread outward.

A little farther.

Then farther still.

The golden radiance continued expanding without any sign of stopping.

It crossed mountains.

It crossed borders.

It passed through countless territories.

Even distant realms began to sense the phenomenon.

The pressure was not overwhelming.

It did not feel violent.

Instead, it carried an indescribable majesty.

A majesty that made countless cultivators instinctively lower their heads.

Then—

Within the unseen realm beyond mortal perception—

Something appeared.

A single word descended from the depths of the Great Laws.

SUPREME!!

The word did not look as though it had been written by anyone.

It was simply there.

As if reality itself had carved the characters into existence.

The moment it appeared, the heavens fell silent.

Upon entering the Lunar Sovereign Realm, heaven and earth had acknowledged him.

He could be named a Lunar Saint.

But that was not enough.

The Great Laws of the World bestowed upon him another title.

Supreme Lunar Saint!!

With that title came the homage of countless realms.

This alone was enough to shock the strongest beings alive.

For an ordinary Lunar Saint-level expert, the phenomenon surrounding their investiture would usually cover only their cultivation grounds.

Even covering an entire nation would already be considered an astonishing achievement.

But Victor’s investiture phenomenon was different.

It did not stop at one mountain.

It did not stop at one nation.

It did not even stop at one realm.

It covered the nine heavens and ten earths.

Across countless realms, powerful beings raised their heads.

Some were meditating.

Some were cultivating.

Some were in secluded retreats.

Others were discussing matters that could determine the fate of entire worlds.

Yet at this moment, all of them stopped.

Their gazes pierced through endless distances.

Their spiritual senses stretched across the void.

One after another, they looked toward the source of the phenomenon.

Then they saw the characters.

Supreme.

The two words stood above the heavens.

They carried no explanation.

They did not need one.

Everyone understood what they represented.

The title had not been created by some ancient sect.

It had not been granted by an emperor.

It had not been bestowed by a powerful race.

It had come directly from the Great Laws of the World.

"Supreme Lunar Saint..."

An ancient existence whispered those words.

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"In this Golden Age, monsters are indeed being born in abundance."

Another powerful being stared toward the distant phenomenon.

His expression became complicated.

"But what kind of existence can attract the homage of all realms while still at the Lunar Saint level?"

Silence followed.

No one immediately answered.

Because they did not have an answer.

Such a title was simply too extraordinary.

"Supreme Lunar Saint..."

Another voice echoed through the void.

"Such a title... even the ancient Eternal Emperors never received it."

The moment those words were spoken, the surrounding spiritual senses became even more chaotic.

The name Eternal Emperor alone was enough to make countless beings cautious.

Those were existences that stood at the highest point of their respective eras.

Yet even they had never received a title like this.

So what did Supreme mean?

Above all.

Without equal.

An existence capable of suppressing everything beneath the heavens.

It was not merely a title.

There was weight behind it.

There was destiny.

There was recognition.

And, most terrifying of all, there was potential.

A title like this seemed to contain the possibility of reaching the realm of an Eternal Emperor.

It represented an existence destined to stand at the peak.

Countless ancient beings watched silently.

Some were curious.

Some were shocked.

Some were cautious.

Others narrowed their eyes as they stared toward Sovereign Peak.

The Golden Age had already produced countless monsters.

But this was different.

The heavens themselves had spoken.

They had given Victor a name.

They had placed him above countless Lunar Saints.

They had allowed the entire world to witness his ascension.

For a moment, the nine heavens and ten earths seemed to fall into a strange silence.

Then—

A calm voice echoed softly.

There was no excitement in it.

No arrogance.

No trace of hesitation.

The voice was quiet.

Almost indifferent.

"I do not accept this title."

The entire universe seemed to freeze.

The Great Laws of World had bestowed a title.

All realms had paid homage.

The title of Supreme Lunar Saint—

What glory.

What honor.

Across countless ages and through the infinite past, no prodigy had ever stirred such terrifying phenomena at the Lunar Saint level.

It was impossible to imagine what kind of heaven-defying existence could cause such a phenomenon.

But what shocked the countless powerful beings even more—

Was not the title itself.

It was the response.

Facing the most noble title of "Supreme"—

That unknown prodigy had simply spoken.

"I do not accept this title."

In an instant—

All realms fell silent.

Every being, no matter who they were, stood stunned.

Ancient cultivators.

Reclusive monsters.

Sovereigns.

Eternal Immortals.

Even ancient prodigies who had awakened from Cloud Spiritual Elixir were frozen in disbelief.

The Great Laws of World’s investiture...

Had been refused!!!

"Is this a prodigy of that clan? Does he not know that the investiture concerns law—concerns the Great Laws of World itself?!"

"Could he be from the ancient Forbidden Clan?"

"What a waste!! That was ’Supreme’! How many brilliant prodigies across the ages have never even glimpsed such a title!"

Countless powerful beings were bewildered.

To refuse heaven’s gift.

To reject the honor bestowed by the Great Laws of World.

What utter rebellion.

What supreme arrogance!

"I have heard that in ancient times, a supreme being refused heaven’s investiture, calling himself Emperor Sovereign!"

"He tore apart fate with his bare hands, lived three lives in reverse. Though he never proved the Great Laws of World of Emperor, his slaughter defied the heavens—he stained Emperor Blood!"

"Could this be a descendant of that clan?!"

These powerful beings communicated across realms.

Some guessed Victor was a descendant of the legendary Emperor Sovereign.

Some believed he was simply a born heretic.

Others admired him.

Only such arrogant prodigies were worthy of the title "Supreme."

But Victor paid no mind to their speculation.

He stood upon Sovereign Peak.

His black robe fluttered gently in the wind.

His long black hair drifted behind him.

His golden eyes remained fixed upon the Golden Fate Essence filling the heavens—the symbol of fortune, the sign of blessings.

His expression did not change.

His eyes were cold as ice.