Profane Prince of Domination

"Grandfather? How can this be?"

Selene couldn’t help but ask. To leap from the early-stage of the Overgod Rank to the early-stage of the Primordial God Rank was an inconceivable occurrence. Either her calculations were utterly wrong or Sakra experienced some unrivaled fortuitous encounter.

"How can it not be? The Omniarch greatly favors grandfather and granted him a Firmament Fruit. Initially, grandfather planned to wait until the peak of the Overgod Rank to refine it, but because of you troublemakers, he had to take it early."

Belos replied in Sakra’s stead, but though Selene didn’t know what Firmament Fruits were, the "Firmament" in those words guaranteed their extraordinariness. Never did she know that her grandfather enjoyed such graces from Regretless.

Firmament Fruits were a rarity of the Firmament Tree, with new batches of 3 every 1 million years. A cultivator could only take one in their life, but with that one, regardless of their Bridge or level, their cultivation would rise by an entire rank! Even within the Firmament, very few held the right to enjoy them. Typically, Regretless only bestowed them upon his close relatives and meritorious officials.

To receive one ensured that in the future, Sakra would rank among Regretless’ closest retainers! Because of such a distinction, even before he refined the fruit, those Overgods were willing to be ordered by him.

"Are you determined to persist on this road?"

Sakra asked Selene in the gentle tone of a caring elder.

"I am."

Selene directly replied, not flinching for even a second. Sakra nodded in approval.

"Very well. Irreconcilable grievances divide those we serve. Henceforth, we are enemies. But though we stand on different paths, I hope you can stay lucid and avoid a suicidal fight.."

Sakra declared. From beginning to end, he never mentioned Surya. Not because he didn’t care to, but for he already knew all that was relevant. Sakra waved his large sleeve, releasing a mild force that split all on the scene in two rows, the Titans and Belos at his left, the Chthonian Forces at his right.

Neither could make a move and a clear path now lay between him and the Myriad Dreams Valley. Sakra stepped forward, vanished and reappeared above the Myriad Dreams Valley’s outer court. With another step, he landed above the Core Zone, bypassing all the defenses and formations controlled by Heide and Cacillia as if they never existed.

"Though I do not know where you precisely reside, it ought to be here. Some may call you Dragon Warden, Chthonian Primogen, Jade Emperor or Profane Prince, but I will still go with Konrad.

So Konrad, open your ears and listen. I do not entertain manslaughter, but in times of war, even gentlemen must set aside such scruples. If in five seconds you don’t come out, I shall wipe out the Myriad Dreams Valley."

Sakra pledged and raised his right hand.

"1, 2..."

The countdown began. On the scene, the Titans’ side didn’t doubt that the Myriad Dreams Valley had reached the end of its destiny. After all, if that Profane Prince had any measure of intellect, he wouldn’t dare show up—and instead use that Devil Bridge of his to remain hiding for the next trillion years.

On the Chthonian Forces’ side, however, not a hint of dread lingered.

"3..."

"4..."

"5..."

The count reached its end, and Sakra made his move.

"Innate Skill: Sovereign Authority."

Sakra uttered as he clenched his right hand, releasing that same skill that allowed the Titan Lord to decide the life and death of the Sea Dream Domain. However, in Sakra’s hands, the berserk force was so vast that even Overgods couldn’t remain standing. Across tens of thousands of kilometers, all became the vassals of his tyrannical will, awaiting the judgment he readied to pass.

Within the Sea Dream Temple, Rati’s face contorted into a frown. She might not care about the lives of those ants, but Konrad did. If she still kept her hands crossed at this juncture, in the future, what hope was there to regain his care?

Moreover, she didn’t doubt that the current Konrad...wasn’t Sakra’s match!

Without more hesitation, Rati lifted her hand, stretching it toward Sakra as he unleashed the formless wrath of death on the Myriad Dreams Valley. But as she readied to make her move, a shocking scene occurred, stopping not only she but Sakra in their gestures.

The wind blew in reverse.

Not everyone could feel that wind. On the scene, only Verena, Sakra and Rati were qualified to sense it. But all that did felt their eyes widen.

Rati and Sakra from disbelief, Verena from joy!

"Heaven’s destiny has been robbed."

Rati and Sakra realized in a stupor. The destiny was half the will. If Heaven’s destiny had indeed been robbed, half of its will had already changed hands! Their eyes locked on the spot where the winds gathered, a secluded hall of the Myriad Dreams Valley from which the acme of Death, Fate and Life Laws billowed!

*BOOM*

In a deafening blast, three energy columns rose to the sky, an emerald, black and translucent column stood, rippling with those transcendental Life, Death and Truth Laws.

*BANG*

Another blast - and the columns dispersed, revealing a 1.9 meters tall man whose windblown, snow-white hair fluttered with empyrean grace. At his right, a pitch-black cauldron stood, and at his left, a ring of marble white pills. He opened his mouth, letting one of those pills dive into it, vanishing into his body in waves of surging force. In that instant, dazzling light erupted from the man’s form, blinding all on the scene with the purest of heavenly luminescence and giving him the grace of an archangel.

But an angel he was not. No, his icy blue eyes would forever remind the world that beneath that celestial radiance lay the monarch of depravity, the sovereign of all Devils:

The Profane Prince, Konrad.

And as the heavenly luminescence dazzled the world, his cultivation rose from the early-stage of the Prime Devil Realm straight to the peak!

The luminescence dispersed, but as it did, Sakra was startled to see Konrad’s form...escape his eyesight!

*BAM*

A foot trampled his head, sending him hurtling in the sky before cratering in the ground deep below the Myriad Dreams Valley’s mountain!

"Destroy my sect? Just you?

Boy, know your place."