The True Form of the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors
He observed the war in the Otherworld, yet his gaze remained fixed on the changes in Hwi's body and movements. This was the most critical phase. 'Can Hwi of Omnipotence truly endure? Or, more importantly, can he perfectly manifest even the initial stages of the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors? That is the key to this request.'
A sudden, violent surge of divine power and physical transformation erupted within Hwi. The twenty-six pairs of wings of light on his back were absorbed directly into his body. The wounds covering his form healed at an astonishing speed. In tandem, his authorities stabilized with equal rapidity.
A smile of pure delight and an exclamation of joy burst from the Magic God of Dimensions' lips.
"That is the unique authority exclusive to Creator Gods. The creation of gods and stars. He had no choice but to mobilize every ounce of a Creator God's authority and divinity to manifest a body capable of embodying the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors? I've won."
The instant the attacks touched his skin—which now radiated light—they failed to inflict any wound, instead rebounding with metallic clangs. Hwi stood at the pinnacle of close-quarters combat gods, a position earned through countless real battles and life-or-death struggles after mastering the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors. By pouring all his divine power into temporarily manifesting the body of a God of War, his Creator God's physique had become an impenetrable wall of true adamant, impervious to even the slightest scratch.
Boom—! Clang—!
The divine swords, flying with force enough to bury themselves in muscle, snapped apart. The body that had absorbed all twenty-six pairs of wings of light became enveloped in brilliant radiance. His left foot drew a wide circle, deflecting every close-range assault. The sight of him blocking all the attacks from the chief goddesses of the Goddess Blood Alliance with nothing but his left arm left only afterimages in its wake. Those faint traces of light counterattacks rendered the strikes of main gods wielding transcendent authorities completely ineffective, sending them bouncing away harmlessly.
The image of Hwi floundering against multiple god-slaying techniques mere moments ago now seemed like a lie. Having effortlessly deflected every attack, a resonant voice like an ancient incantation erupted from Hwi's mouth. It carried no trace of doubt, as though he had shouted it endlessly; the words had become divine speech that resided within his very flesh.
His left foot slid forward while his right moved back. His right hand clenched into a fist that rested at his waist; his left arm extended straight ahead, palm facing forward. The proof of training along the true path—repetitions beyond counting—manifested once more across his body. The lightly clenched right fist contained power capable of shattering everything between heaven and earth, while the preparatory stance overflowed with dignity that refused to tolerate any interfering existence.
The chief goddesses of the Goddess Blood Alliance and the spirit gods of the Otherworld instinctively understood. That preparatory stance was the most dangerous. The moment they attacked now, they would fall without even realizing how it happened. As proof, the sporadic long-range attacks launched from the round table were bouncing straight back at their senders.
Thud—! Clang—!
The main gods of the round table fell into panic when even their heart-striking blows—attacks that disregarded their own allies—failed to fell Hwi. Even the long-range strikes they unleashed in desperation could not pierce the faint defensive membrane of fighting spirit radiating from his body.
It was almost absurd. Though he was clearly weakened to a degree that made the support of the Highest Creator Divine Realm seem doubtful, he was neutralizing them so completely with mere preparation for a secret art. The round table itself had been temporarily paralyzed by the full-power strike that transcended all limits.
As Hwi lightly twisted his waist, the sound that rang out resembled thunder. Sensing extreme danger, each combatant raised their fighting spirit to its utmost limit.
His divine power swelled even further. They could no longer simply watch. They realized that if they continued observing like this, they would lose without achieving anything. The chief goddesses exchanged glances filled with resolve and prepared the strongest strikes they could muster.
But they were a fraction too late. No—they had completely missed the activation of the secret art.
"Haaah—! Earth-Time Bottomless—!"
Hwi unleashed a battle cry that surpassed even divine speech. His thrusts, as precise as a painting, shot out in every direction. Speed and power beyond the perception of main gods activated in an instant, filling all space with countless afterimages of Hwi. At the ends of those fists were the chief goddesses who had been wielding mighty authorities and fighting spirit only moments before.
Having anticipated the attack, they had each prepared counters and defenses in their own way. Yet in a single instant, the chief goddesses of the Goddess Blood Alliance were struck in their vital points. They vomited blood and were sent flying. They had certainly reacted. They had even counterattacked. Yet they could not comprehend how they had been hit, and their consciousness began to fade.
'I clearly defended, but it went through.'
'What kind of power—!'
Bearing the question that everyone struck by this secret art shared, the chief goddesses of the Goddess Blood Alliance were defeated simultaneously. Their bodies sustained wounds that made further combat impossible and lost consciousness.
Even the spirit gods of the Otherworld positioned in the rear could not avoid having their divine energy shattered. They were mangled as if struck by a massive blunt weapon and sent flying into the distance.
All that remained around Hwi were traces of being smashed by enormous fists. As evidence of the indescribably vast destructive force, countless marks of destruction were carved into the floor and the divine castle walls. Though the walls and barriers had not been completely penetrated, they were on the verge of shattering into pieces. It was a miserable sight that rendered the defensive power expected of the Highest Creator Divine Realm utterly meaningless.
Yet the Magic God of Dimensions, upon witnessing the scene, cried out with overflowing ecstasy.
One-hit-kill attacks and infinite repetition of counter techniques—! Moreover, using even the opponent's attacks and defenses to add them directly to one's own. This is the true form of the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors, ranked second among absolute authorities—! It is exactly like what the Origin of the Mage God showed us. As expected of Hwi of Omnipotence—! And I watched it well. Now it is perfect—! I have won as well.
Rumble—!
The front gate of the Dimensional Divine Realm collapsed into dust with a deafening roar. The afterimages of Hwi that had scattered like illusions gathered at the exact spot before the gate. Hwi appeared clearly in the same stance he had used for the straight thrust and lightly withdrew his fist.
He had consumed an enormous amount of divine power to temporarily manifest the Creator God's body capable of embodying the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors, yet he had still won.
'My body that transcended its limits is about to collapse. But it was worth it.'
Since the round table had also launched a simultaneous full-power attack, it would be temporarily inoperable. The inevitable opening that appeared after delivering a maximum strike was the same whether one was a god of the divine realm or a god of war. As far as he knew, no main gods of that caliber remained in the Dimensional Divine Realm.
Yet a blurry silhouette appeared from within the dust that had once been the gate. At the same time, his body reflexively assumed a defensive posture. It was an automatic defensive movement triggered by sensing power beyond imagination.
But that was the fatal mistake. The defense and the opponent's attack intertwined with exquisite precision, causing the blow to strike his own body. A scream tore from his throat at the all-too-familiar form that used even defensive actions as part of the attack. He had no strength left to erase it.
"This… this is Earth-Time Bottomless—! Not now—!"
BAAAAANG—!
"Guuuuuurgh—!"
An enormous impact sound erupted simultaneously. Unable to withstand the strike that combined the opponent's attack power with his own defensive power, Hwi's body folded at the waist like a broken hinge and was sent flying backward.
From between the dust of the shattered gate, a resonant chant rang out. The divine power and conviction contained within were identical to Hwi's. However, it was the beautiful voice of a woman.
Along with the chant, divine power spread outward. The collapsed walls and gate were restored as if time itself were reversing, and even the ground returned to its original state. The divine realm's defense system, which had been devastated by the damage from Hwi's attack moments earlier, became perfect once more.
This was not a temporary restoration achieved by rewinding time. It was literal re-creation, made with perfect creative power. It was the highest level of creative power possessed only by the goddess of the Almighty Tribe who wielded all authorities and divine forces.
A goddess of the Almighty Tribe possessing such perfect creative power—and who, even in the worst condition, could drive her own body to a combat-incapable state with a single strike—there was only one such being.
"S-Sage of Omniscience—! Kuuuurgh—! Guuuurgh—! Cough—!"
In the end, he vomited black, dead blood. After creating the Creator God's body to manifest the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors, consuming a massive amount of divine power, and launching a full-power attack, the fatal opening that appeared afterward had been struck by an attack from a Demon King of equal rank. No matter how strong a Creator God's body was, there was no way it could endure. On top of that, the god-slaying curses he had been suppressing with his divinity from the chief goddesses of the Goddess Blood Alliance all erupted at once.
Nevertheless, Hwi of Omnipotence stood up, grinding his teeth even as his internal organs died and black blood continued to spill from his mouth.
"What the hell is this? For a Demon King to interfere directly in the Main God Battle—!"
His divine power was exhausted and his body was dying. If he fought the Sage of Omniscience—a Demon King and Holy Demon who had also mastered the Incomprehensible Eight Ancestors—in this state, he would surely die.
But every god in the Main Divine Realm was watching. Defeat was nothing but a pathetic excuse, regardless of the reason. To be defeated in his first battle after becoming both a Creator God and a Demon King would truly mean he was inferior to the Sage of Omniscience.
Moreover, all the male gods of the Almighty Tribe were looking only at him. His defeat as the origin of the male gods would become the defeat of every male god of the Almighty Race. It would confirm that the goddesses of the Almighty Tribe were superior to the male gods not only in creative power but in combat ability as well.
Then he would have no face with which to meet them until the day he defeated the Sage of Omniscience again. The pride he had built as a male god through countless hours of training and battle could not accept collapse here.
"Why—! Why does the origin of the goddesses of the Almighty Tribe, you, block me—the origin of the male gods? Shouldn't we settle our superiority later?"
Now that he had become a Creator God, his recovery ability was on a completely different level from his time as a main god. Hwi shouted desperately, trying to buy even the briefest moment to recover.