Chapter 2519 Apex Race
"THUMP!"
"THUMP!"
A heartbeat echoed across the void, each pulse growing heavier, louder-more absolute. It rolled outward like a cosmic storm, every beat carrying enough force to make worlds tremble and skies fracture. Reality itself seemed to recoil with each reverberation.
At the center of this phenomenon stood the gargantuan body of the True Primordial of the Void.
An event horizon, stretching for thousands of kilometers, had formed around him due to the overwhelming rise in World Strength. It warped light and space alike, making his figure resemble a living singularity-an embodiment of collapse and infinity intertwined. And yet, despite all that immeasurable power, Anark's face was deathly pale.
Even the crown of Stars of Origin above his head had dimmed, their brilliance fading as if starved. The immense energy he unleashed was not strengthening him. Every ounce of power he generated was being drawn inward-funneled relentlessly into his heart.
Or more precisely... into the being within it.
The Master of Order.
Two entire weeks passed in this manner.
The void remained still, save for the endless thunder of that heartbeat. Time itself seemed to stretch under the weight of the phenomenon, unable to flow normally in the presence of such overwhelming forces.
Then-
Anark's eyes snapped open.
In the very next instant, his heart released one final beat.
"BOOM!"
It exploded like a supernova.
Energy surged outward in all directions, flooding the void in a wave of incandescent power. Space shattered, laws bent, and existence itself seemed to ripple under the force of that single pulse.
And from within that burst of power...
A figure emerged.
The Crimson Exarch.
His eyes glowed with enlightenment and profound understanding. Around his soul, the power of the Flow and the Primordial Forces intertwined seamlessly, acting in perfect conjunction. His connection to the universe-and the endless sea of causality-deepened to an entirely new level.
Then, one by one...
Six Stars of Origin manifested around his forehead.
They formed a radiant halo, marking his cultivation at the absolute peak of the Archdeity Rank along the Primordial Path.
Anark's breathing turned ragged.
Then it stopped altogether.
What he was witnessing defied reason.
Cain's talent as a Primordial was beyond anything Anark had seen in his entire existence. It was as if the Scarlet King had been born with the Primordial Forces embedded into his very soul.
Even after obtaining both the Inheritances of Flesh and Spirit, it had taken Cain decades to reach such a level.
Yet the Crimson Exarch had leapt to it almost instantly-at the very beginning of his transcendence.
Of course, there were factors to consider.
The Crimson Exarch's soul and Primordial Essence were already at the Late Alpha Omega Overgod Rank. The power of the Flow also greatly enhanced one's attunement to the universe.
But even then...
It wasn't enough to explain this.
And things were about to become even more unbelievable.
The Crimson Exarch's heart surged with excitement, his eyes blazing with determination and purpose as he roared. The power of his Neo-Angel lineage erupted outward, his will imposing itself upon the fabric of the universe.
Fragments of reality responded.
Laws bent.
Energy gathered.
And behind him, radiant plasma wings ignited into existence.
Yet what was truly astonishing was what came next.
Those broken, reshaped laws began to intertwine with the Stars of Origin above his head.
They fused.
Interlocked.
And formed what appeared to be a crown.
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!"
A massive explosion of power erupted the next second-so immense
that it nearly sent Anark's colossal body hurtling backward through
the void.
There were fundamental similarities between Neo-Angels and Primordials.
Primordials channeled the power of the universe through harmony
and attunement.
Neo-Angels wielded that same power through force and absolute
authority.
Two different paths.
One identical outcome.
Under normal circumstances, combining both simultaneously was
impossible.
But the Crimson Exarch...
He wasn't trying to wield them together.
He was trying to make both races one.
It was a shocking endeavor-one that bordered on madness.
After all, such a feat had only ever been accomplished by entities like the Samara Lord. Yet the Crimson Exarch had already achieved something similar before, within the Crimson World, when he fused the Neo-Demon and Neo-Angel races within his brother's body.
And now-
It was his turn.
Anark watched with widened eyes as the powers of the Neo-Angel
and Primordial races began to merge.
Only now did he truly understand.
The Crimson Exarch hadn't sought the Primordial Inheritances
merely to expand his arsenal.
No.
This was part of a far greater plan.
A plan to transcend the very limitations of the universe itself.
To become something beyond all existing hierarchies.
To forge a race that did not merely stand at the top of the food chain
But above it entirely.
An Apex Race.
The smile on the Crimson Exarch's face grew wider and wider as the
fusion progressed, the two racial inheritances blending into one
unified existence.
Then-
His eyes trembled.
And in the next instant...
Everything shattered.
The fusion between the golden plasma and the Stars of Origin
collapsed violently, releasing all the gathered energy into the surroundings. The void fractured under the backlash, cracks spreading like broken glass across reality itself.
A devastating force slammed into the Crimson Exarch.
He was sent reeling, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as his body
turned pale.
The backlash was catastrophic.
Yet-
Instead of anger...
Instead of frustration...
A bloodied smile appeared on his face.
"Good," he muttered, his voice hoarse but steady. "Nothing worth
fighting for comes easy. I've already taken the first step. I've begun the fusion... now it's just a matter of time and effort." Noah made no attempt to hide his words from Anark.
He simply turned his head, glancing at the True Primordial's stunned
expression, a radiant grin spreading across his face.
"I suppose," he continued, "it's time to march into the Primordial
Sanctuary."
Those words snapped Anark out of his daze.
The shock in his eyes vanished, replaced by sharp focus and resolve.
Though still unsettled by everything he had just witnessed, he did not allow it to shake his purpose.
The Primordial Sanctuary was unlike any other place-a domain that held the power to end this war once and for all.
And now, with Noah stepping forward to take command of the
alliance...
Anark could move ahead with absolute clarity.
With unwavering determination.
He gave a single nod.
"Let's go."