The True Zenith Realm was surrounded on all sides. White winged angels and dignified immortal cultivators clashed with the strength to shatter entire colonies of universes.

The apex of the third sphere celestial lifeforms rarely grouped in numbers. And even rarer was an all out war between them.

Yet for the past hundred thousand years, a campaign was enacted upon one of the most dominant powers to have ever existed in the Chaos Sea.

Legions of angels came and went. Powerful heroes of all kinds came and went. Slowly but surely, the True Zenith realm lost ground.

This was a lineage where a single sect could easily suppress entire regions of the Chaos Sea. Any one of the average sect was stronger then entire cultivation lineages who'd transcended their base Chaos World.

Yet the current scene appeared truly hopeless for the Immortal cultivators of True Zenith realm. Four of the nine Dao Creators, named together as the Absolute Saints , had fallen over the war.

While these Dao Creators could not muster the power of even one pinky of their Dao Ancestor, they were still absolute existences who reigned uncontested.

Divine Lord Kun Lan, Billion Buddha Ancestor, Absolute Sword God, True Lord Xuandao.

"Brothers, it has come to this," Divine Lord Kun Lan said in an apologetic manner.

"Amitabha, this foreign alien is too powerful for the rest of us alone. Since the Dao Ancestor led us into the Expanse, no alien has ever forced our hand. Perhaps we should beseech…"

"Oh can it you old monk," True Lord Xuandao. The youngest of the lot sneered. "We don't need the Dao Ancestor to waste his hand."

"Junior brother is right," Absolute Sword God added. "Master is busy. We alone are enough."

But despite their confident words, they were merely performative. Inwardly, they all feared the approaching angel.

Previously, their lineage stood steadfast in defending their territory. Even a single one of the Dao Creators annihilated numerous angelic armies. That was until a special figure arrived. More accurately, a group of figures.

"THIS. IS. THE. CORE. OF. THE. LOST. LAMB."

"LOST. HERETICAL. LAMBS."

"IGNORANT. LAMBS."

"YET. TO. WAKE. UP."

Angels of all kinds spoke in unison. Monotone, deafening, but always in sync. It was impossible to tell who was speaking as their voices were all the same.

"Aliens! Today you will face destruction. Coming to the True Zenith realm was a mistake," Divine Lord Kun Lan said.

"Amitabha, abandon thy violent ways and become Buddha. Only by obtaining bodhi can you find nirvana," Billion Buddha Ancestor demanded of them.

"Forget all that. Kowtow, then kill yourselves for your grandpa," True Lord Xuandao said in an unruly manner.

If any angels were startled, offended, or amused by their behaviour, they did not show. But it did mark the beginning of the final battle.

"Immortals, KILL!" A weaker but no less important immortal cultivator said at the helm of the immortal army. This was Han Zidao, Han Ming's own son and Celestial Emperor of the Celestial Court.

The Dao Ancestor's direct lineage was almighty. In overall status, it was no less weaker than Buddhism or Daoism as it included the Han Imperial clan, the Han human dynasty, and the Celestial Court and all its enshrined gods.

Han Ming sat cross legged in the same wooden hut he lived in since arriving at his very first sect as a mortal, in the same exact patch of land that has remained unchanged for eons. He stroked his handsome chin, watching patiently for the right moment to act. That way, he'd display his abilities to the greatest audience.

The angelic order were actually quite simple to differentiate. Angels of the same class all shared the same appearance and power. Since the start of the war, the immortals of True Zenith realm has encountered all nine.

Han Ming smiled as he noticed the largest angels charge into combat with the other Dao Creators. They were nothing to him, but still quite strong. Billion Buddha Ancestor was notable for being the strongest after himself.

He had already transformed into a golden coloured, thousand armed, four faced Buddha. Each of his palms were unique universes that were grades higher than naturally occurring Chaos Worlds. In his hands were collections of Buddhist artefacts.

Faced with the immensely powerful angel, he fearlessly said. "Amitabha lost one. You have committed great deeds of evil. Thereby sowing great karma. Only by accompanying me up the mountain, cultivating diligently and become Buddha, can you be free."

"HOLY."

"Arrgghh." The enormous golden body of the Billion Buddha Ancestor fell back. His front having been scorched by a pillar of flames. The angel responsible had its face shrouded, revealing only gentle eyes.

"HOLY."

Fire burned everywhere. The eyes of angels never held any form of emotion other than gentle kindness. Very unlike the Immortal cultivators who were eager to bloody their swords.

"These ants," Han Ming frowned as he watched one of the six winged angels reveal a spear. Normally, angels of those kinds did not carry weapons.

A enormous burst of light shone from the spear wielding angel. It destroyed the manifestation of Divine Lord Kun Lan. When it swung its spear, It shattered the sword of Absolute Sword God.

"No good, retreat!" Divine Lord Kun Lan narrowly avoided destruction. He was the exalted head of Daoism, and former martial ancestor before Han Ming's era. Not since fighting Han Ming had he ever been this humiliated.

"Amitabha, let us use the formation." Billion Buddha Ancestor was way faster then the others in retreating. But he was also the first to set up a special array.

It was something all nine Absolute Saints was supposed to use together. But as five had already fallen, the four had to do.

"Gods of heaven, make way for the saints!" Celestial Emperor Han Zidao commanded. His cultivation was at the peak of Primordial Source, and even then he was not among the top fifty in that realm.

The spear wielding angel turned, his eyes locked on to the formation building around him with no fear. Instead, it appeared to begin praying.

The cultivators who heard it, instinctively found it insulting. It was not praying for their doom. Instead, it was praying for their fortune, safety, and future. It had the gall to pray for them to find salvation.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

"ALL. MAY. BECOME. HOLY. TO. TURN. AWAY. FROM. SIN."

It was uniquely confident. Even withstanding the full might of the four saints, it did not flinch. Even as its feathers suffered scorch marks, it refused to bow.

Even as Buddhist mantras, Daoist scripts, fierce sword strikes, or ferocious punches landed upon its body. The angel handled it all with grace. No inch was ever given, not when it pushed forward.

"Amitabha, how is this possible?" Billion Buddha Ancestor grew fearful. It wanted to return to his temple to chant mantras, not risk his life against this abomination.

"ARCHANGEL." The spear wielding angel held its spear in front of its body. Its wings moved slightly out of the way, revealing orange skin underneath.

But at the same time, it was a the largest life form ever see . It's wings were messed of humongous feathers, that were also compose of more feathers. Each strand of those feathers were so large, they were akin to a Chaos World.

Its burning flames pierced through the formation, easily cutting swaths of immortal cultivators apart. Even the four saints were not spared from immense damage.

True Lord Xuandao cursed as he felt his lower half disintegrate. "Who are you?" He screeched in fear.

This angel, the one responsible for four of the five saint casualties. It was so unbothered by then, that it was like a real Buddha instead of the scammer he knew.

"Amitabha," the Billion Buddha Ancestor wailed in pain. His thousand arms were all chopped off, and he fell onto the surface of the True Zenith realm. As he was also huge, he collapsed mountains the size of entire galaxies into canyons.

"Descendents. It seems I am forced to use it," Celestial Emperor Han Zidao sighed. He and all the Han family Descendents weaved a hand seal.

What the Han clan feared most was disappointing their distant father. Han Ming never regarded them with any closeness, and they in turn knew Han Ming expected greater of them.

In his secluded hut, Han Ming watched closely as his grandson, great grandson, great great grandsons, and so on all sacrifice their bloodline's greatest gift.

The Dao eye, a special mark on every Han family member's forehead. It was the strongest bloodline gift in the entire world. It alone possessed the ability to erase its target with the power of the Dao. All Han descendants had sacrificed this gift to boost Han Zidao's Dao eye's potency.

"Die you alien abomination!" Han Zidao roared.

BOOM!

An impact with enough force to quake this side of the Chaos Sea many times over. An attack greater than the four saints combined.

Several moments of breaths past. A light so bright, even trained immortals of the highest order could not perceive it. An eruption of so much raw energy, that almost the entire battleground was blown apart.

A single comment fell from the heavens. Bits of armour, and Dao essence cascaded off the humanoid figure. Crashing unceremoniously on the surface of True Zenith realm, Han Zidao felt his body break.

Yet at the end of that spectacle, a desperate, gaunt, and most importantly of all, a broken Celestial Emperor crawling on the ground. His forehead held a single red scar emitting smoke. Above him, the angel descend.

It rapidly shrunk in size, until it was no bigger then an ordinary man's. His feathers were singed, particles of starlight flowed out of his body.

Han Zidao glared up. He was so tired, so drained from the ordeal. He desperately prayed for his father to hear him and to lend aid. His descendants had sacrificed everything already.

His own cultivation, and the cultivation of all others of the Han bloodline had plummeted. Their Daos, hard cultivated, were all erased in a single act. "Do it monster."

The angel stopped. Instead of attacking, it unfurled its wings while coming closer. Han Zidao bore witness to the true face of a seraphim, and the archangel to boot. No one else, not even with the most advanced perception ability could see it.

The angel wrapped itself around Han Zidao, whispering kindly to him. None of the booming announcements, just a soft gentle whisper. "My child, you have been lead astray."

Wet tears dripped down to the earth below. To observers, was unclear who it belonged to.

…

And explosion of raw Dao essence permeated True Zenith realm. The angel let go of his defeated opponent, and regained his enormous size. His burning spear appeared once more. This time, the mighty wings covering its body revealed a frowning mouth.

In the heavens, covering half of the True Zenith realm and far larger than the angel. Han Ming appeared with his arms stretched beside him in a welcoming pose. His face devoid of emotion, as if he was permanently at peace.

One with Dao, possessing the priest Dao heart and supported by the greatest of providence. Han Ming beckoned the angel to meet its demise.

"Ant," Han Ming said with equals part authority, and elegance. "You have caused enough trouble. This lord will give you one chance to kowtow and apologize. Then this lord shall scatter your ashes."

Han Ming could tell this opponent was more powerful then the forty nine disciples he killed years ago. He had to be to overpower Billion Buddha Ancestor so easily after all. This meant he was not some ordinary angel.

His spear, his eyes, the white light carrying divinity and holiness. In addition to his power, Han Ming assumed he figured out his identity.

"Your religion is unwelcome here God." He moved his index finger up, preparing to take action.

As the book of misfortune had been used consecutively for years prior to his arrival, its cultivation must've been severely affected. Look no further then the tears shed for proof. There was no way Han Ming's son could cry, so there's only one conclusion.

"Go!"

"Go!"

"Victory!"

Numerous immortal cultivators roared with praise. Their hope was restored in an instant. After all, Han Ming was invincible in their hearts. They were the useless ones who's never been able to protect themselves.

Since the dawn of their time, Han Ming had always appeared to defeat their enemies. Even this angelic one would meet its end.

"Your majesty, do not worry. The Dao Ancestor will surely annihilate this pest. Your majesty?" A heavenly official who arrived to help Han Zidao was shocked when he caught the man's face.

"I…I've seen the truth." Han Zidao was wide eyed, staring blankly back. "I was so wrong. We were all so wrong."

Meanwhile, Han Ming made his move. "God who calls himself YHVH. Die for this lord. Gu family hidden finger!"

The celestial finger smashed into the angel, who rocketed back several thousand metres. Yet it was not sent flying. Its wings had blocked the impact.

"SCUM. DARE. TO. SPEAK. THE. NAME. OF. THE. MOST. HIGH."

"SCUM. WHO. DARE. LEAD. THE. INOCENT. INTO. IGNORANCE."

"SCUM. WHO. DARE. DESCRIBE. THIS. UNWORTHY. ONE. AS. THE. HEAVENLY. FATHER. MOST. HIGH."

Han Ming felt something off. The angel should be begging for mercy now. Well actually, it should've disintegrated on the spot while other angels begged for mercy. Then they'd convert to his religion.

Instead, his felt pain. A prick at his fingertip.

Like always, he unleashed his full power to annihilate the ant. One move was all that it should've taken.

However, from his fingertip, his palm was disintegrating. Han Ming felt a huge blow to his existence. He realized that he'd been struck by the angel's spear, which was far stronger than he anticipated.

His system had not warned him for whatever reason. What's more, his own divine sense didn't observe that impressive of a power. He evidently payed the price after his entire arm was gone.

"I. AM. MICHAEL. CHRISTIANED. THE. ARCHANGEL. COMMANDER. OF. THE. HEAVENLY. HOST."

The angel kept his wings wrapped, refusing to look Han Ming in the eye. The Dao Ancestor didn't seem impressed. In a single instant, his destroyed arm was restored.

The Heavenly Punishment Sword appeared in his hand. The most terrifying force in existence that cultivation history had recorded was mobilised to destroy the angel.

"Ant, you are a slightly bigger ant. Today you impressed this lord. But this lord has many tricks to use."

In a ferocious clash, the two titans began trading blows. Shockwaves that carved True Zenith realm apart occurred, signalling the fighting to continue.

In this instance, Han Ming displayed his incredible skill in combat. The sum total of cultivation was available to him. Each technique whether it be Daoism, Buddhism, Confucian, Demon, or Fiend. All of which had been honed through simulated training every time Han

Ing encountered a foe he couldn't one shot.

Then he ran away

"CUR."

Michael struck air, halting himself before he struck ground. The archangel flapped after the fleeing Han Ming. A single scene that instantly broke the spirit of every immortal cultivator.

"Great ancestor, why?"

POW

"Trash! Out of my way."

He blew through his great grandson, right into the way of Boundless Future Buddha, Billion Buddha Ancestor's disciple. "Amitabha, why?"

"Fucking useless trash," Han Ming scolded the Buddha. Inwardly, he had no desire to defend True Zenith world anymore.

He would never lie to himself. Han Ming was not a timid person. He was however cautious. Any opponent he couldn't one shot was an opponent he knew not to fight. He would decisively abandon all his children, wives, disciples, and friends if it meant preserving his own skin.

In the distance, numerous angels followed him. But Han Ming was incredibly quick. He quickly evaded even Michael's range.

"ESCAPE. IS. IMPOSSIBLE. FILTH."

"I will breakthrough again, then we'll see," Han Ming fearlessly said. He quickly brought out the book of misfortune, unaware that his usage of it unprovoked was what drew the heavenly host's attention to him in the first place.

The distances widened further. True Zenith realm was no longer visible. Han Ming did not look back even once.

Then he froze involuntarily. He couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but observe something else move into frame.

He struggled to comprehend it despite his deep understanding of the Dao. His mind blurred what he was seeing. Even his senses could not properly identify what rose before him.

Only a vague outline accompanied a presence so vast, the heavens and the earth was but one aspect of its will. Long like a dragon, yet without the limbs. A head full of hair, but like the mane of a lion.

Seated upon a great chariot composed of angels. Carried atop of Thrones, too many to count.

Then, Han Ming's consciousness disappeared.

"Filth/error/mine/beloved/energy/cultivator/wrong/patient."

…

Immortal Lord Fu ran with all he had. With great luck, and great sacrifices, he broke out of the Heavenly Court's encirclement.

'It's fine, as long as I'm here, righteousness can live on. The natural order can restore the Three Realms again.'

His form has become a gust of wind travelling numerous times beyond the speed of light. He was careful to avoid any planets in his trajectory to leave this chiliocosm.

Secretly, he cursed both profanities at the court, and prayed for his Daoist comrades.

From allowing the western religion to gain a foothold on the Heavenly realm, to suppressing numerous schools of thought. From stripping ancestral lands from certain clans, to ruthlessly cutting cultivators off from the secular world. The Jade Emperor was a despicable man who spat in the face of order.

That same hateful man suddenly smashed down on Immortal Lord Fu from an angle he couldn't see. Then, celestial chains manifested from out of Haotian's hand, entrapping the immortal cultivator.

"Disciple nephew Yuding's lineage continues strong," Haotian complimented. "Yet alas, a disappointment all the same."

"Foul demon," Lord Fu cursed. "You will not have a good end, you hear me? False emperor, wicked schemer, murderer and thief."

Haotian chuckled with amusement. In truth, he'd heard it all. "Your mind never change."

He grabbed him by the chains and began dragging him back. For the Three Realms, it was not a rare sight for the Jade Emperor to personally participate in its raids. After all, if the boss isn't on sight, how could he guarantee everything went according to plan?

Even if it was the most powerful and most trusted. Be it the King Duke, the Salvation Heavenly Lord, the Golden Mother, or the Ziwei Emperor. Haotian felt his personal hand to be necessary.

"You know old fool? I'm sick of it. I gave this universe such long years of peace. I gave everyone the opportunity to seek the Dao. I expand our universe every year. But it never satisfies you doesn't it?"

For whatever reason, unaccompanied by any guards or personnel, the Jade Emperor started ranting to a criminal.

"You never lived through that era. Cultivators may be exalted, but they're people all the same. Power struggle galore, land and resources, factionalism based on appearance and beliefs. Hahaha, it's no different than mortal dynasties.

"You fools love the past so much, yet do you ever think about the chaos? A successful civilization can only function if people know there are rules, and to follow those rules. I exist because the rest of you just won't listen.

"If only you'd just obey, we wouldn't be here," Haotian lamented the blood on his sword. But he did not regret it. "If only you lot didn't have the pow...the means"

He stopped himself for a moment. "But I would never take away the ability to cultivate from you. That'll go against the core of my being."

"Just kill me already you madman," Lord Fu spat.

Haotian grinned back at him. "No, I don't think so. You've instigated too many would be rebellions to get off that easy. Those like you are actually quite rare.

"People with the audacity to be dissatisfied with my gift, yet ballsy enough to act on it. Your kind do serve as good magnet for my enemies. Though only for so long, we all have a limit after all."

"From my perspective, the moment you started this path, you were destined to end up here," Haotian said. "It doesn't matter what faction you belonged to, my celestial order IS the best way for the Three Realms."

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.