Chapter 4851  Locked On From The Void

"At least, you're not a Desolate Divergent…"

*Rumble!~*

Lightning and thunder rumbled as the crimson skies roared. The tribulation clouds were approaching their final stages, encompassing trillions of kilometers the size of a Lower Realm. It was so big that it extended past the celestial body easily and reached into the edges of some realms.

Hovering below these monstrous skies and the unbearable pressure was none other than the Celestial Transcendent and the tribulation taker, Myria.

The Divergents gathered below all felt their souls tremble at the descent of this legendary being.

Laphria Rinmei raised her hands over her face in an attempt to hide. Fairy Thunderblaze glared at him. Many others possessed different expressions and emotions, but the dominating emotion was indeed fear.

He stood at the top, representing what they feared the most- an end to their dreams and legacy.

"Desolate Divergent…"

Myria uttered as she learned the new divergent title that her husband was going to be addressed as. She more or less expected his tribulation to be out of this world, but never did she imagine that it would give him a new moniker that completely outclassed the Anarchic Divergents.

The mist clouding her eyes cleared up as she stared at Uncle Supreme.

"In the end, does it even matter? It doesn't change the fact that you're going to kill us all for the sake of the universe."

"Indeed. It doesn't matter in the end, but it does make a difference."

"How so? In the way you hunt us down?"

"…" The Celestial Transcendent appeared taken aback before he sighed, "I can't tell you, for I am also bound as a guardian of this universe."

"…"

Myria raised her hand, "Uncle Supreme, you may have already appeared in his tribulation and know that he is in the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm, but watch him make it back to us and give his everything to protect us. As someone who fiercely protects the people you love, you know he isn't going to sit back and watch you kill us. There is no way our confrontation can end peacefully."

"I'm well aware. That's why I'll do my best to eradicate you all before something can happen. I will descend with my true body soon, and that spells the end for the Davis Family. Before that, you should do your best to separate the non-Divergents from and allow them to live using another name. I can help them. Do you have a child yet?"

"…" Myria bit her lips, her gaze turning cloudy again with moistness.

"It's a pity that it always comes to this answer, no matter how we both fight for peace."

Myria waved her hand.

A ripple spread outward silently before blooming into an iridescent wave that distorted heaven and earth alike. Space reverberated, light fractured into countless hues, and the pressure of the tribulation clouds shuddered as if struck by an unseen hand as reincarnation energy soared into a hurricane.

The Celestial Transcendent did not resist.

He looked at her one last time, his eyes carrying no anger, no regret, only a quiet acceptance that pierced deeper than hostility ever could.

The iridescent wave of energy eradicated the Celestial Transcendent without any doubts whatsoever. He evaporated like he was a cloud of illusion.

Not a trace of his aura remained, but his voice echoed in Myria's mind.

"Don't ever look down. You're still the kind child of yesteryear, so do what you must do. If the end of the universe awaits your destination, then it has what fate has ordained. One can only go against the waves before being engulfed by one side… so if you want to survive, just make sure you're strong enough."

Not a trace of his aura remained. Only his voice lingered, echoing faintly within Myria's soul, gentle and unbearably familiar.

The skies trembled.

Below, the Divergents stood frozen, their fear replaced by something heavier, something far more suffocating. The tribulation clouds churned violently as if enraged by the disappearance of their executor, crimson lightning tearing across the firmament in piercing arcs.

Ultimately, the tribulation clouds had no choice but to leave.

Myria watched the annihilative heavenly spacetime energy disperse. She couldn't refine it. Not only was it difficult, but she couldn't refine them to an acceptable degree where they wouldn't cause harm, so she decisively let go.

Myria slowly lowered her hand.

Her fingers trembled.

She did not look at the place where he had stood. Instead, she lifted her gaze toward the distant horizon, toward the Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm that lay far beyond sight, far beyond reach.

She was about to utter words that firmly entrenched her belief that Davis returned, but she saw the void open.

The Divergents' gazes flickered as they also noticed.

The void split open, and a drop of blood fell out of it first.

It burned but did not disperse. It hovered, writhing like a living thing before igniting into a scarlet sigil that spiraled outward. Nether runes stacked upon one another in violent succession, forming a blood-soaked aperture that punched straight through spacetime and into the Nether Dimension.

A pressure colder than darkness spilled out.

Nether Devils poured forth in waves, their grotesque forms clawing their way into the Second Layer. Horned silhouettes, split maws, bone-plated limbs, and bodies stitched together by strange, glowing purple veins. Their howls overlapped into a single maddening chorus that gnawed at the soul.

One of them seemed peculiar, but they were clad in a black robe, hiding their features.

Then something smaller emerged, but with a terrifying aura, one that Myria was all but familiar with.

It was a human.

He was clad in a tattered black robe that whispered with malevolence, the fabric crawling with countless curse-runes that pulsed faintly as if breathing. A hydra-shaped mask concealed his face, its many snarling maws frozen in eternal menace. Long white hair spilled loosely over his shoulders, strands drifting as though submerged in unseen currents.

Dark, malevolent energy coiled around him, hissing softly with every breath he took.

Malediction Laws rippled invisibly, staining the surroundings with an unclean chill. Even the air recoiled, twisting away from his presence.

"Accursed Warlock…" Myria uttered with narrowed eyes, her expression unchanging, "I knew you'd come since you possess my first lifetime's blood-soul essence to track me nearly anywhere throughout the myriad realms."

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