Of course, the Neo of the ninth Eon hadn't been a normal God.

He'd been a Realm Divinity God, a level far beyond what most beings could even imagine.

But he had no memory of how he'd become one.

All he remembered was entering the True Blessed Lands, and everything after that had vanished.

The moment someone left that place, every memory of it disappeared.

Its location, its nature, even the circumstances that led them there.

He knew he had lived there.

He knew he had grown strong.

But not how. He didn't even remember where or what was True Blessed Lands.

And his Technique Spirit should've died when the ninth Eon ended.

Without it, his physical strength shouldn't have reached anything beyond Stage 6.

Yet here he was with a Stage 8 foundation, something that shouldn't have been possible.

'Did my Technique Spirit get fused with my body?' he wondered.

Nothing else made sense.

His new body stabilized and strengthened his existence, and the moment it settled into place, Moraine took advantage of the clarity.

Information pushed into his mind.

It was technique details, instructions, fragments of a method to repair the broken ninth-Eon body.

"That technique will help you heal this form. Now go. And don't return."

"Moraine—wait." Neo

tried to press the question forward, but the words barely left his mouth.

His body lurched.

The force that pushed him wasn't anything like before.

Last time Ultris had thrown him, his existence had nearly torn apart, and so he had been 'gentle'.

But now that he possessed a body with far greater tolerance, she didn't need restraint.

She hurled him with a strength he couldn't measure.

Space blurred. Darkness and light folded around him.

A moment later, he appeared beside the Hope Elemental World.

Giant golden hands formed around the world, the manifestation of Apollyon's will.

They reached out, trying to stop him from entering.

Their presence felt ancient, protective, and unyielding.

But the blades of Darkness carved through them without hesitation.

The Horrors followed behind those blades, opening a direct path for Neo.

They didn't care who or what they cut.

They existed only to obey the Mad Supreme, and right now her intent was fixed on Neo's survival.

Neo's body went through the opening.

And then, he entered the Hope Elemental World.

The True Blessed Lands.

...

Outside, the battlefield shifted the moment Neo vanished.

The pressure that had filled the space around him dissipated slightly, but the destruction didn't slow.

It increased.

Now that Neo was gone, Moraine no longer had any need to wear the mask of kindness,

Talking with him used all the sanity she had 'saved' after billions of years.

What now remained was her true state.

Insanity given form.

The Mad Supreme wasn't like Apollyon. Or Neo. Or Ouroboros. Or Hades.

She was neither kind, or did she care about others.

She cared for one thing only.

And the instinctive rage triggered by Neo's damaged state pushed her over the edge.

She tore through universes without hesitation.

Her power surged outward, and the universes caught in her radius collapsed.

Beings screamed as their worlds broke apart.

Universes folded.

Space twisted until it was no longer recognizable.

Everything caught in the blast was shredded.

Each Conqueror who had dared to attack Neo paid a similar price.

Their Worlds shattered. Their universes fragmented.

Moraine didn't bother to differentiate between the innocent or guilty.

They had touched Neo.

That was enough.

It was cruel. Neo would hate her for that.

But she continued.

The battlefield turned chaotic again.

Eternals and Conquerors tried to contain her.

Darkness Supreme collided with the Horrors she'd brought, then separated and fused repeatedly as if her madness couldn't decide which path to take.

The Eternals did everything they could to hold the line, but it was like trying to stop a tidal wave by hand.

While this happened, Veydran stepped beside Apollyon.

"What are you planning to do now?" Veydran asked.

He looked at the collapsing universes ahead of them, his expression tight.

Others were still fighting with Darkness Supreme and the Horrors along with Eternals.

But Apollyon and Veydran had withdrawn just now.

They knew that saving any other universe than the ones they did already was impossible.

Those universes were caught in Mad Supreme's radius.

Apollyon didn't answer immediately.

His eyes followed the fragments of reality drawn into the Mad Supreme's expanding world.

The souls trapped inside it were being absorbed and merged.

They were losing identity by the second.

Finally, he spoke.

"I'm going to try to save the souls caught inside her world. As long as they aren't fused too deep, we have a chance to give them a proper end."

Veydran nodded slowly. "And after that?"

Apollyon's gaze shifted away from the destruction for the first time. "What are you trying to say?"

"We need to enter the True Blessed Lands," Veydran said.

His tone remained steady, but Apollyon could hear the underlying concern.

"The Devil of Tyranny is dangerous. There's no knowing what kind of strength he'll gain in there."

Apollyon didn't reply immediately.

Veydran's fear was justified.

The True Blessed Lands weren't a place to take lightly.

Even stepping inside carried risk, and surviving the experience was far from guaranteed.

Apollyon wasn't like the others.

He hadn't lost his memories of that place.

He knew exactly what existed there.

He knew how it changed people. How it devoured them. And how easily it erased the strongest beings in existence.

He thought for a moment before answering, "You're right. Even in his current state, he could grow fast depending on what he finds inside. The True Blessed Lands don't have limits."

There was also the possibility that Neo would die quickly.

Many Stage 6 Gods had entered that place with certainty and never returned.

Even the Supreme of Weapon Element was stuck inside the True Blessed Land, and there was no news of him after that.

That was how dangerous it was.

But the possibility—no matter how small—that Neo could regain his power and surpass it again was too dangerous to ignore.

Apollyon understood that it was impossible to come to speaking terms with Neo.

They were going to become enemies.

No, they were enemies already.

"I will go into the True Blessed Lands. And I will search for him."

Veydran didn't hesitate. "I'll come with you."

"You can die there. Even if you've left it once, that means nothing. Survival isn't guaranteed a second time."

"I've made my choice."

Veydran's answer was firm.

Apollyon didn't question him. He respected the decision.

And just as he turned his attention back toward the Hope Elemental World, reality shimmered.

A figure walked out calmly.

Shadow Supreme.

Reality rippled around the figure that stepped out.

The fluctuations settled almost immediately, leaving behind the calm form of Shadow Supreme.

His posture was relaxed, but the air around him carried a faint echo of something deeper. Something quiet but unsettling.

"Don't worry about the Cosmos. I'll take care of it. I'll make sure no problems arise while you're gone," the Shadow Supreme said,

Apollyon and Veydran watched the Shadow Supreme with distrustful eyes, but they nodded.

Normally, they wouldn't need to worry about Shadow Supreme.

He was a younger Supreme and not very strong.

But…

"You've killed Ultris?" Apollyon asked.

"Yes," the Shadow Supreme nodded.

Back then, when Apollyon had come out of Forbidden Lands, Shadow Supreme had pulled Ultris into his World.

Shadow Supreme told Apollyon to go after Neo, and he would take care of Ultris.

Veydran narrowed his eyes. "How did you defeat Ultris?"

"I had a favor from the [Entity] that visited our Cosmos. I used that favor to borrow one true attack. I struck Ultris with it."

The explanation was simple. Too simple.

Apollyon's jaw tightened.

He understood the weight of a favor from the [Entity].

It made sense he could kill Ultris with it.

But a favor like that wasn't something to spend carelessly.

It wasn't even something to expect to receive.

The [Entity] had been in their Cosmos for long, but it never showed any intention of helping anyone, or causing destruction.

So the question wasn't how Shadow Supreme killed Ultris.

It was why he chose to help them at all.

"You used such a favor to kill him," Veydran said slowly. His voice was controlled, but the disbelief was clear. "Why?"

"I believe in your cause."

Veydran almost scoffed.

He didn't believe that nonsense for a single second.

Apollyon didn't say anything.

But he didn't believe it either, not fully.

The simplicity of the explanation didn't match the weight of the act. Or Shadow Supreme's personality.

That's why they were wary of Shadow Supreme, even if after using the [Entity's] favor he was just a normal Supreme.

Still, there was no time do an in-depth investigation.

"We will be leaving now," Apollyon said.

Shadow Supreme nodded. "I'll oversee things here."

Apollyon turned his gaze toward Veydran.

Without speaking, Veydran sent a silent message across the Eternals' network.

'Keep an eye on the Shadow Supreme.'

Apollyon and Veydran didn't wait a moment longer.

They stepped toward the Hope Elemental World.

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