Profane Prince of Domination

In the split of a second, the Celestial Sky's dawn turned into a starry painting with billions of mesmerizing meteors shooting toward a single adversary. In those meteors, the acme of Truth, Fate and Sun Laws rippled. Each was more than enough to obliterate the Three Realms, but when all joined for a single target, even non-Transcendent early-stage Primordial Gods would fear for their lives.

Konrad didn't.

His eyes never swept those meteors, ignoring them entirely as he pondered Sakra's identity. The armada of meteors approached ever closer, but in contrast, Konrad's lips curled into a smile.

"Send me into reincarnation? How conceited.

But to say nothing of you, even if the old fogey returned to life, he could only grovel."

Konrad replied, but instead of making his move, placed his hands on either side of his hips while lifting up his chin in a derisive smile. The meteors now only stood tens of centimeters away from him, able to nuke him in the next instant. But shockingly, though they kept getting closer, they could never graze his fluttering imperial robe!

"How can this be?"

Sakra wondered while the billions of meteors kept soaring toward Konrad, yet never got closer to the goal. It was as if space ever-expanded, preventing them from reaching him regardless of the distance they covered!

"Infinite space expansion? He reached Profound Infiniteness Insight? Already?"

Rati realized from within the Sea Dream Temple, and indeed, this was an application of Infiniteness Insight, the ever-expansion of space! In the past, only Regretless possessed that skill! And though his understanding of the Supreme Principles was shallow, Sakra soon understood what he was dealing with.

But so what?

Konrad tilted his head to the left, and while the space surrounding Sakra's meteor shower still expanded, the space around him shrank, compressing until six black holes formed around him. The space surrounding Sakra's meteors stopped its expansion, and they all dived into the black holes, sucked in by irresistible suction force.

Sakra desperately attempted to free himself from the meteor fusion, but it was far too late. Unable to resist, he fell alongside his stellar armada, and was shredded into pieces, pulled apart by a compression point. But having Transcended in Truth and Fate, that alone couldn't end him, and in a twister of white and translucent haze, he rematerialized.

Still, his bleached skin and trickling sweat testified to the internal wounds he currently suffered.

"Is this...Profound Infiniteness Insight?"

Sakra stammered the words while gasping for breath. Meanwhile, the previously confident Titan side stared slack-jawed at the confrontation, with pure dread filling their eyes. Some even felt their knees weaken and their feet grow sore—as if smashed by the sensation of kicking an iron bar.

"Just a minor trick. Nothing worth mentioning."

Konrad replied, and he jested not. Although infinite space compression and expansion was unique to Infiniteness Insight, the creation of black holes was something even Nothingness users could accomplish. It was by no means a trademark of that Supreme Principle.

Cocking his head back, Konrad glanced at the now trembling Titans, and as they wondered what devil prompted them to descend into this chaotic land, they were startled to see, or rather feel a boundless suction force trap their feet and drag them into the ground!

Their alarmed eyes lowered onto the ground, landing on a gargantuan black hole that covered their entire perimeter.

"No...no...NOOOOO!"

Hundreds of Titans, be it those from the Titan Domain or the Immemorial, snarled as they fought against that suction force, thrashing with all their might—all to no avail! Startled by the screams, Sakra spun, fast enough to see his men collapse into the black holes—but too slow to intervene.

"AAAAAAAAAARGH!"

They growled as the black holes shredded them into bits of nothing and obliterate their aggrieved souls! Thus, of the 300 Titans and ten Immemorials that challenged the Myriad Dreams Valley, none remained. Only Belos stood there, with blank, dazed eyes fit for a lifeless puppet.

*BAM*

While Sakra's attention stood on Belos, a vicious palm strike slammed his back, sending him hurtle through the sky in horizontal flight. But shockingly, the blow forced his soul out of his body while shredding the latter into ashes! This time, Sakra's body didn't reconstruct!

"Turning your back to the enemy is so rude. Do you think your name is Konrad? Tone down the conceit."

Konrad shook his head in disapproval while the alarmed Sakra stabilized his translucent soul in the sky. This succession of events had long since transcended all he could comprehend. Why could a Truth and Fate Transcendent expert not reconstruct his body?!

The answer came in the form of 25 locks that now swirled around Konrad's form. From those locks, Sakra could feel forces of absolute negation surging and permeating the atmosphere. Forbidden Locks from the Absolute Negation Physique!

Realizing this, if before he still held some tiny hope, Sakra now knew he was doomed.

"A man must know to repay gratitude and grudges. Since you were so kind as to select me for the System, I reward you by sparing your grandson from obliteration. Instead, he can become my new Devil Puppet. What a glory.

But doing that, I already no longer owe you anything, so what am I gonna do with you?"

Konrad asked as his lips stretched in a psychotic grin. From that empyrean face, Sakra could feel heaps of malevolence surging alongside the words. Although he'd long known of Konrad's nefarious nature, facing and knowing were indeed two different concepts.

"With your Profound Infiniteness Insight, you can already squash early-stage Primordial Gods. With 25 locks of a Forbidden Physique, even mid-stage Primordial Gods turn into fodder. Challenging you, I am indeed bringing contempt upon myself. But you must know that even if you possessed cultivation equal to his excellency, you still can't defeat him.

Your road is one of self-destruction."

Sakra stated, ignoring Konrad's question. The world didn't believe Regretless invincible because of his High Supreme strength. No, the root of his invincibility lay in his Omniarch Bloodline.

Ruler of the Dao, ruler of Tribulations, ruler of the livings' essence.

Faced with such might, who could resist? Celestial Slaughter's past failure stemmed from that bloodline!

In the eyes of the Firmament's experts, even if another High Supreme rose, Regretless' throne was unshakable. Only the appearance of an Almighty Supreme or the Firmament's Sovereign could end his dominion.

Konrad was, of course, well acquainted with the might of that blood. However, if it was truly unrivaled, Regretless would not have remained unable to reach Quasi-Firmament Bloodline level.

"To be frank, in my eyes Regretless' threat has always been weaker than the old man's. However, this matter stands beyond your realm of competence."

Konrad replied and stretched out his hand.

"Since you won't make the choice, allow me to choose for you. Primordial-God-level cultivation is a rare commodity I ought to swallow."

As the words left Konrad's lips, Sakra could feel his cultivation leave his discarnate soul and dive into Konrad's body! As it shrank, so did his spiritual awareness, and by the time the last bit vanished, he was no different from a wandering mortal soul!