Profane Prince of Domination

"Come again?"

Konrad couldn’t help but ask for indeed this was no laughing matter. Moon was no run-of-the-mill Goddess, but an entity standing at the summit of the Primordial God Rank. Even with the appeal of the Devil Bridge, that kind of cultivation wasn’t something anyone could give up.

After all, in pure cultivation level, assuming Konrad turned her into a Devil, she would need to reach the early-stage of the Devil Monarch Realm to recover her past strength. There was absolutely no guarantee she could get there in a short time. This was no laughing matter.

"My cultivation base, I will let you harvest it in its entirety. Afterward, I’m afraid my standing will no longer be mine to determine. Is that sufficient?"

She reiterated, apparently undisturbed by the implications. Although in theory, triple-Transcendence was equal to a mid-stage Primordial God in battle-power, in practice, there was no such thing as a Primordial God that didn’t transcend in at least one Law. Therefore, although her strength would not outright vanish, Moon’s standing as one of the six strongest individuals of the Omniverse was about to collapse.

However, she didn’t care. If that donation was enough to regain lost trust, what need was there to think?

"However, there is one thing I must remind you of. On the list of the strongest individuals of the Omniverse, Night ranks third, right after the Dharma Lord. Underestimating him is unwise, and I can feel that he now stands in the Heaven Warding Temple. Knowing him, a surprise awaits you there."

Moon cautioned while maintaining eye contact. But her warnings were wholly unnecessary. Konrad didn’t doubt that for Night to break his curse that quickly, he’d already achieved Profound Nothingness Insight. Although his mastery of Life Laws was horribly low, with his Triple-Transcendence and peak-stage Primordial God cultivation base, his current strength couldn’t be underestimated.

But little did Moon Know that Konrad possessed two Forbidden Physiques, the Might Reversal Physique with 27 broken locks, and the Absolute Negation Physique with 25. Add to that his Quasi-Firmament Bloodline and Firmament Bridge, and throughout the Omniverse, Konrad definitely ranked among the strongest.

Once he regained his sword, Night was the one that should be worrying about his life.

"My words may say otherwise, but unlike you folks, I never underestimate my foes. Night can’t raise any waves."

In those words, an unbreakable assurance rippled, making Moon wonder where Konrad’s supreme confidence came from.

"Though your confidence is indeed charming, and your potential unrivaled, you should know that what you’re up against is not merely Night. With Night’s cultivation level and strength, why can I so easily sense him? Because the five of us share a special bond forged by Regretless’ Supreme Will.

Did you ever think that so long as Night, Blood Nether, or any of us is harmed, Regretless would...awake? And when he does, what can you do?"

Moon inquired in a tone that made evident the gravity of the situation.

"You must have heard this often. - The Omniarch is Invincible - And I know that for you who possesses the only Quasi-Firmament Bloodline, it is hard to digest. But the truth is not that far.

After all, when Regretless killed eight of the Firmament’s Supremes and sent the Dharma Lord into hiding, he’d just reached All-Transcendence. Nine Supremes vs. one, and it was a one-sided stomp."

Moon pursued, and although he’d already seen that battle through Blood Nether’s memories, Konrad couldn’t help but inwardly praise Regretless’ dreadful battle-power.

It only took one blow. One blow to exterminate eight Supremes and send one into perpetual hiding.

"His Cultivation Bridge thrives on hatred. The more hatred and suffering he feels, the stronger he becomes. That is why the ancients refer to him as Tribulation Demon. You are the reminder, and Celestial Slaughter the embodiment of all he loathes. With the two of you gathering in this era, his strength will undoubtedly rise to another level.

The current situation isn’t yet hopeless. Take over Hell’s Will, expel Blood Nether and Night, swallow Heaven’s Will, and barricade yourself in the Three Realms. As a High Supreme, Regretless may be able to break your control of a universe, but he cannot do the same with a multiverse."

Moon advised. But at that time, an ancient, genderless voice echoed within the Celestial World and broke realm barriers to resound even within Hell.

"In half a month, the Heaven Warding Temple will hold a grand gathering of the Three Realms’ top deities to determine the fate of the God Executing Immortal Sword. Demons, Devas, Spirits, Humans, and Devils are all welcome. Whoever can obtain the sword’s approval may freely take it away, whoever wishes to destroy it, may give it a shot."

The Warden declared, startling all deities throughout Heaven and Hell.

Hearing this, Konrad’s lips curled into a smile.

"Singular hatred might have helped him in the past, but in this era, it shall be his doom. The times have changed. In the race for eternal dominion, Regretless has already lost."

Konrad replied and closed his eyes, sending a succession of mental messages to his forces.

...

Meanwhile, within the Infernal Realm, as the Central Domain suffered an unprecedented attack, demons and fiends were startled to see Hell’s strongest, the Overlord, battered into flight by a riveting woman whose overflowing Devil Force clearly branded as a Devil.

It was a one-sided stomp, with the Overlord’s every moves effortlessly thwarted by that emerald-eyed beauty—whose absurdly long hair fluttered against her calves in an entrancing dance. An emerald spear of endless life and death essence tore the sky, carrying alongside it a surge of mind-boggling bloodline strength and Laws that put all throughout Hell on their knees.

It was as if in that one spear, the mysteries of Life and Death stood in harmony, not only brought to the acme but defying their predetermined concepts! Before that spear, though his cultivation now stood at the early-stage of the Overgod Rank, the Overlord couldn’t even muster the will to resist!

*BOOM*

In a black and emerald light vortex, the spear streaked through the Overlord and cratered in his capital right below.

For an instant, the Overlord stood still, with his bloodshot eyes opened wide, staring at Yvonne’s engrossing form in the greatest show of consternation of his ancient life.

"Who could think...that so soon after...after becoming an Overgod...I..."

The Overlord could never finish his words. From head to toe his body split into two perfect halves. And soundlessly, they burst into light particles.

Within his domain.

Within the Infernal Realm!

In a one versus one clash!!

The Overlord was butchered!!!

The road to Hell’s Will was officially open!!!!