Chapter 273: Battling The Supreme Creator

Chapter 273: Chapter 273: Battling The Supreme Creator

The Great Abyss was a sprawling graveyard of shattered realms and broken magical laws. As Neo stepped over the threshold of his perfectly ordered celestial sanctuary, the ambient chaos immediately attempted to drown his physical vessel.

It felt like walking into an endless ocean of screaming shadow.

The void lacked a floor, a celestial sky, or any rational geometry. It was a canvas painted entirely with infinite, agonizing madness. The air tasted of ash and ancient despair, a foul miasma that sought to suffocate any trace of pure light.

​Waiting in the treacherous depths of this absolute disorder were three thousand Outer Deities.

​They had witnessed the flawless slaughter of their vanguard. They had seen the Sovereign of Rot and the Architect of Agony forcibly transmuted into basic magical essence. Retreat was no longer a viable option.

The Supreme Creator had extended the golden borders of his divine domain just enough to lock their spatial gates. They were trapped in the darkest depths of the abyss with a cosmic predator, and their primitive survival instincts finally overrode their immense divine egos.

​These were the ancient, festering gods of the outer dark. They were shifting nebulas of bleeding light, sprawling constellations of jagged teeth, corrupted starry realms, and walking curses wrapped in the husks of dying suns.

Driven by sheer, unadulterated panic, these inherently selfish entities did the unthinkable. They synchronized their immense powers.

​Three thousand distinct domains of corrupted magic forcefully merged into a singular, suffocating snare. The Outer Deities wove a gigantic net of absolute unmaking. It was a sprawling web of crimson malice, forged from the suffering of countless mortal souls, designed to catch the Creator and grind his flawless spirit into ethereal dust.

The fabric of the abyss itself groaned and began to tear under the sheer conceptual weight of this massive magical structure. The crimson threads dripped with a poison that could rot the very foundations of reality.

​Neo did not slow his casual, confident advance. He held the Sunbreaker Blade loosely at his side. The legendary sword hummed with the divine authority of a billion blazing stars, casting a long, unyielding golden shadow across the gray mist of the Great Abyss.

Neo looked up at the descending net of crimson curses and saw only a tangle of poorly woven spells.

​He raised his left hand, tapping directly into the temporal mastery he had just ripped from the Weaver of Paradox. He did not bother to summon a magical shield of light. He simply accelerated the flow of time around their ultimate attack.

​The Voice of Creation echoed in his mind, a silent decree dictating the flow of reality itself.

​The massive crimson net aged fifty billion years in a single heartbeat. The terrifying threads of unmaking rusted, decayed into brittle husks, and crumbled into completely useless gray dust before the attack even reached Neo. The dust washed harmlessly over his basic linen tunic, like a gentle autumn breeze scattering dead leaves.

​"Your cooperative incantations are incredibly sloppy. You are merely overlapping your domains without actually harmonizing your elemental affinities. It is a very novice mistake, born of desperation rather than true understanding."

​Neo tightened his grip on the Sunbreaker Blade. It was his turn to weave the fabric of destruction.

​He swung the sword horizontally. The blade unleashed a localized arc of golden divine judgment that stretched across fifty shattered realms in length.

The blinding strike cleaved perfectly through the front line of the deity swarm.

​Dozens of terrifying gods were instantly bisected. Their cosmic shrieks were cut violently short as their fundamental spiritual geometry shattered into millions of golden motes of pure life force.

The heavy rain of purified essence flowed directly into Neo, nourishing his inner cosmos, but he completely ignored the sudden surge of overwhelming power.

His focus remained absolute.

​He vanished in a flash of light, blinking directly into the very center of the chaotic swarm.

​The Creator went to work. It was a flawless dance of optimized destruction. A deity composed entirely of crushing force lunged forward, attempting to crush Neo with the weight of a thousand collapsing suns.

Neo calmly parried the invisible strike with his radiant blade, inverted the crushing weight of the god into absolute weightlessness, and purified the frozen entity with a single touch of his left hand. The god dissolved into a gentle breeze of untainted aether, its malice entirely washed away.

​Another deity, a creature made of infinite fractured mirrors, tried to infect his mind with a million whispered curses designed to bypass all magical wards and shatter sanity.

Neo routed the spiritual poison directly into the endless void, raised his blade, and severed the god from existence with a single, flawless vertical strike. The mirrors shattered into harmless flakes of shimmering snow.

​A third abomination, a serpent woven from shadows and plagued rivers, attempted to coil around his legs to drag him into an eternal slumber. Neo did not even look down.

The ambient heat radiating from the Sunbreaker Blade incinerated the serpent instantly, turning its venomous body into a cloud of fragrant incense that sweetened the foul air of the void.

​Every swing of the Sunbreaker Blade remade a corrupted deity.

Every step Neo took purified a massive sector of the bleeding abyss. He was not fighting a war. He was harvesting an overgrown, diseased garden.

​The golden light of his sword flared with blinding intensity. He moved faster than mortal thought, dodging storms of chaotic magic and stepping casually through localized tears in reality. He was untouchable.

He was the Supreme Architect operating in a realm full of aggressive, flawed beasts.

​A god of shattered glass turned to pure, pristine sand. A god of boiling blood became a reservoir of tranquil, infinite mana.

With every single breath, another ancient terror was wiped away, leaving behind only the sweetest, most pure celestial energy.

​The remaining two thousand Outer Deities realized that individual combat was complete suicide. The golden boy in the linen tunic was systematically breaking down their pantheon and treating them like basic magical reagents meant for a simple potion. Panic evolved into absolute, unyielding despair.

​The surviving gods abandoned their separate identities entirely. They violently smashed their divine cores together in a desperate bid for survival. It was a grotesque, forced cosmic evolution.

RUMBLE!

The abyss shuddered violently as a singular, unfathomable Titan was born from the mashed, bleeding remains of two thousand deities. The sound of their souls fusing was a sickening chorus of snapping bones and tearing spirits.

​The Titan possessed a trillion eyes that blinked in nauseating, contradictory colors. Its arms were made of condensed strings of darkness, and its chest cavity was a swirling vortex of pure entropy. It dwarfed entire planetary systems.

The impossible mass of the creature caused the surrounding reality to bend, warp, and scream in protest around it.

​The Titan let out a roar that extinguished the light of countless distant stars. It pulled back a fist the size of a fully developed celestial sphere and swung it directly at the Creator.

The punch carried the combined malice, hatred, and destructive potential of two thousand dying gods.

​Neo stopped moving. He released his hold on the flow of time. He did not dodge, and he did not attempt to parry the apocalyptic strike with his sword.

​He simply raised his empty left hand and caught the fist.

​The impact sent a shockwave of raw force rippling through the foundations of the Great Abyss. The void shattered into a million fractured planes of existence, tossing rogue moons and dead worlds away like pebbles in a hurricane.

But the Creator did not yield a single inch. His feet remained firmly planted on nothingness. The golden aura surrounding his physical vessel flared brilliantly, completely absorbing the apocalyptic force of the blow without a single tremor.

​Neo looked up at the trillion blinking eyes of the Titan. He smiled gently, a look of profound pity crossing his features.

​"You combined all of your flawed souls into a single vessel," Neo said softly, his voice carrying over the roaring winds of chaos. "Thank you. That makes the purification much easier."

​Neo called upon the deepest, most primordial power dwelling within his Divine Crucible. He did not cast a spell. He enacted a supreme miracle.

​He unleashed a spherical wave of pure, concentrated Creation. The blinding golden dawn expanded instantly, swallowing the gargantuan Titan entirely.

​The massive entity shrieked in absolute agony as its stolen magic was aggressively unraveled. The golden light bypassed its thick armor of shadow and struck directly at the heart of the merged gods. The purification was absolute and unyielding. It sorted through the chaos, ripping away the corrupted entropy and isolating the pure primordial essence buried beneath eons of rot.

​The trillion eyes of the creature rolled backward and dissolved into tears of white light. The arms of darkness unspooled into flawless ribbons of celestial energy.

And the vortex of entropy in its chest was forcefully bleached into a brilliant, spinning sun of divine authority.