A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation Chapter 810 Chapter 806: Final Day

Chwarararak—

Through the might of Omnipotence, I steady the trembling Mount Sumeru and bring it back to wholeness.

Right after that, my hand extends toward the vast array of otherworlds belonging to the Creator Gods close to the Gestation World.

Omnipotence's power gets used up in the process.

Should an Origin Essence of Omnipotence exist, there'd be no such drain, though that doesn't hold much appeal for me anyway.

Those distinct Heavens and Earths, along with the otherworlds that crumbled into dust and dispersed, start to gather once more as Omnipotence infuses them.

To begin with, I swiftly mend the realms of the impersonal gods lacking a Creator God, then reverse their timelines so that any potentially injured entities simply 'never were'.

Woong— Woong—

Next, I draw on Omnipotence again to repair the domains of the personal gods—the Creator Gods—for their sake.

Naturally, rebuilding the full forms of the Creator Gods in a single effort proves impossible.

Attempting to revive their complete essences all at once would demand every bit of the current Omnipotence available.

All that's feasible is trailing behind the green deer and easing their damages to the best of our ability.

Woong woong—

Yet, lacking any notion of death to begin with, they show no concern over their own demises and appear utterly thrilled merely by the partial revival of their worlds.

A profound wave of thanks flows from their realms toward us.

Simultaneously, wild outbursts of cheers, acclaim, and the like surge forth for me, the one who unraveled the enigma of the Future King.

Some even offer us boundless entertainment within their worlds before departure, though the intent eludes me, so I brush it aside without further thought.

In this hasty manner, once we've patched up the Creator Gods of the otherworlds and their domains to a reasonable degree, Omnipotence's reserves have dwindled considerably.

A twinge of reluctance lingers, yet ultimately, it would spell trouble if those divine entities harbored resentment later and stormed the Gestation World en masse.

From the perspective of someone who briefly wielded omnipotence, seeing as they already command all, such aggression seems unlikely, but...

Caution demands we extend gestures of kindness regardless.

And above all else,

Kugugung!

Our true home.

Reviving Earth ranks as a crucial endeavor too.

Though the dimension housing Earth collapsed completely, making it a real challenge, restoration thankfully appears within reach.

"Is that your homeland?"

Bong Hwa eyes the dimension of our origin with keen curiosity.

"I sense no qi, no mysteries, no miracles there. To wield divine might in such a place, defying natural laws through sheer will—like the Immortal Cultivation of Primordial Origin—would be essential."

"Indeed, Master."

Kang Min-hee starts to outline our origin dimension to the Underworld, pauses abruptly, and stares at it.

"Hold on, Seo Eun-hyun. Check that out..."

"Ah..."

Yes.

Does my regression's timeline only affect Mount Sumeru and spare the Earth dimension?

Having endured endless cycles of regression over inconceivable spans...

In our starting world, the Earth we left behind...

Has long been devoured and obliterated by the Sun's expansion into a red giant.

Furthermore, the Sun itself has burned out its life, shrinking to a white dwarf.

Yes...

The home we remember is lost forever.

"What's there to fret over?"

As we gaze in stunned silence at the scene.

Bong Hwa offers a straightforward fix.

"Travel at Nirvana Tranquility's velocity. That way, you can arrive in your preferred era of that realm and dwell there."

“Th-That...but the First King...”

"Simply address me as Underworld, Imperial Venerable, Heavenly Venerable, or similar. With him now in slumber, even Heaven's name is yours to claim freely. The title feels off, so it won't stick."

"Got it, Underworld."

I stick with calling her Underworld as before and inquire further.

"How does the Underworld know about this?"

"How do I know? What do you suppose grasping Omniscience entails?"

With a soft smile, she explains to us.

"Though the Absolute's grip has loosened...its essence lingers undiminished, granting me knowledge of every secret imaginable."

That's true.

The ghost from the prior era.

I hurled the Absolutes into another realm.

Admittedly, during that, the Underworld—whose essence blended with mine—consented substantially, so it wasn't solely my whim.

Regardless.

"The Three Daos' principles endure still."

Despite the Absolutes' exile, not just the Three Planes but the Three Daos' laws persist as if inherent.

No, the Plane of Soul, in particular, appears to have blossomed even more vividly than prior.

'Ah...I get it.'

Upon closer inspection, clarity dawns swiftly.

While Hong Fan extracted the Absolute of Miracle and divided it into seven fragments, purity's domain stepped in for the original Absolute.

To fill that void, Hong Fan established the Interdimensional Void and the ensuing Plane of Soul—that's the one we've recognized all along.

But with the Absolute of Miracle reunified, the Plane of Soul restores fully too.

And it lingers even after the Absolute of Miracles departs.

"How is that feasible? In the memories I gained as an absolute entity, nothing like this appeared."

"Naturally. Your recollections focus solely on Miracle, while mine center on Omniscience. Thus, I grasp these hidden truths more deeply."

We nod along to her ongoing account.

If Origin Essence stands as the land deed and its aligned attribute as the territory,

The Absolute functions like an imperial seal.

Beneath it lie the realm and the sovereignty.

"The world's order doesn't plunge into turmoil if the Absolute vanishes. For we, having claimed the Absolute and earned recognition as sovereigns through it, already hold sway. Once a monarch claims the throne, the seal pales against royal decree."

Precisely.

Though the Absolutes have departed for elsewhere, the darkness throne Hong Fan forged,

The flame throne of the Underworld,

And my crystal throne endure.

"Of course...ejecting the Absolutes to another realm equates to a sovereign willingly relinquishing command, so henceforth, we can't wield the Absolute with prior ease. We've forfeited True Emperor's full dominion."

Per her words and Kang Min-hee's interspersed clarifications, our state mirrors a monarch devolving power to an assembly.

By extension, it's akin to a ruler consolidating legislative, judicial, and executive might, only for a heir to seize the seal, ascend, claim authority, then shatter the seal and delegate to a reliable governing body.

"The thrones you and Master forged...they serve as the fresh authority organs, proof of an Absolute's Owner once enthroned."

Going forward, Supreme Deities will tap into the Three Daos' might via those thrones, ascending to Heavenly Venerable.

It's like joining the assembly.

And I, bearer of the crystal jade throne, effectively stand as the assembly's lone member and presiding figure.

"In what resembles an upper and lower chamber, Master and you remain the sole members and leaders, so...barring a new Heavenly Venerable's rise, no challengers will emerge on Mount Sumeru anytime soon...or maybe never truly did."

As explained, absent those thrones, hurling the Absolutes away post-absolute attainment would spell chaos on unthroned paths, potentially erasing their authority in the direst scenarios.

With Origin Essence and attribute as deed and land,

Absolute and path as seal and dominion.

The land persists sans the deed; it just lacks oversight.

Yet dominion, that force, can reshape the land at will, and unchecked, it might one day wreck it utterly.

Had someone amassed the Absolutes sans True Emperor status, advanced, and banished them, authority's handover absent, it could have dissipated completely.

"The forerunner likely foresaw such risks and ensured that upon True Emperor ascension, a throne manifests regardless of timing, even post-Absolute loss, channeling those powers via this mechanism..."

Truly, Creator Gods, absolute beings, and omnipotent ones prove astonishing.

Anyway...

"Your Omniscience power now doesn't quite hit Life Supreme Deity tier, yet it remains highly practical."

"Correct. It's just shy of Life Supreme Deity stature, yet eclipses the Heavenly Venerable of History by far."

"Even labeling you Heavenly Venerable feels off. Perhaps a fresh category suits better?"

A Heavenly Venerable typically draws might from an Absolute's divine infusion...

Henceforth, by claiming spots on the darkness, flame, and crystal thrones we've wrought—mine, Bong Hwa's, and Hong Fan's—they'll harness the Three Daos' power.

"Well, we can devise such labels ourselves down the line."

Yes, down the line...

At last, we possess the calm to ponder 'down the line'.

A peculiar sentiment stirs within me at this realization.

Securing a throne seat now defines Heavenly Venerable status.

As for Underworld and me, throne creators, we likely merit unique standing, given our seized Origin Essences of Myriad Stars and Rotation show no signs of reverting from their vast expansion.

With half this Origin Essence under our sway, the other half could anoint at least ten-plus Heavenly Lords or True Lords, akin to the Radiance Ten Heavenly Lord.

On today's Mount Sumeru, we emerge as the forces poised to reshape and decree this world's every law.

I glance at the vacant darkness throne.

The Seat of Attraction Force and Fate.

The one Hong Fan crafted...

"At minimum, someone must oversee the Seat of Fate..."

"Hmm...ideally, if the Heavenly Venerable of Time returned..."

Underworld peers into the far-flung otherworlds.

Indeed, the Heavenly Venerable of Time could forge a seat within Fate's domain and deftly manage its intricate, needing tweaks, fate mechanisms.

A soft sigh escapes the Underworld.

"Time has likely fled beyond our reach. Fearing the Future King's pursuit at any moment, he's focused on escape. We'll need to fetch him ourselves."

From mending Creator Gods' realms,

To fixing the disrupted Mount Sumeru, governing amid the Absolute-loss ripples about to hit, and curbing those shocks—these duties await us.

"And the Enders too...how shall we handle them?"

Tsuaaaaat!

I regard the souls drifting nearby.

Silver Basket, crushed by the Future King's overwhelming attraction force after capture, fainted briefly and hasn't stirred yet.

Vast Cold and Yang Su-jin, dispatched to Earth yet recaptured and returned.

And finally, Obsidian.

Surprisingly...

Numerous Enders, Obsidian included, express desire to slumber on Mount Sumeru, sparing us placement concerns.

They wish to rest here, reincarnate, and revisit their ties anew.

The Underworld welcomes them.

Vast Cold voices intent to journey back with us.

Yet, oddly, they refuse even a trace of the power amassed here, yielding it all back to the world.

From Immortal Cultivation-granted authorities to their acquired forms and beyond.

They care for naught but their souls.

We and my accompanying Enders agree to embrace them, folding Vast Cold into our group for the return.

Finally, Yang Su-jin...

He approaches Jeon Myeong-hoon, sharing a few transmitted words.

Jeon Myeong-hoon reacts with shock to Yang Su-jin's message.

"R-Redemption...!?"

Yang Su-jin affirms with a nod.

Evidently, he seeks amends for misdeeds scattered across three millennia's brief span.

Those acts stemmed from dire pressures.

Not all arose from disdain toward non-humans.

And...

"Non-humans won't linger anyway."

Yang Su-jin extends a hand to Jeon Myeong-hoon.

"May I have her?"

"..."

Jeon Myeong-hoon wavers briefly, then draws Zhengli from his embrace and passes her over.

"I'll shoulder your karma. I'll face the Jade Pivot Forty-Eight Lightning Heavenly Great Immortals' pursuit, and with her...we'll conclude our interrupted dialogue..."

Yang Su-jin chooses to stay in this realm.

And...our real worry isn't them.

"What of the other Enders...those who returned home bearing the vast powers gathered on Mount Sumeru?"

"Well..."

Contemplating them, the Underworld exhales a tangled breath.

"For the moment...we can't act on them right away. Once the restored otherworld Creator Gods rouse and regain strength, we can confer on their fate. So...we'll deliberate that leisurely later. Priority now: locating Time..."

Then, Oh Hye-seo appeals to the Underworld.

"O Imperial Venerable. The Heavenly Venerable of Time...I'll seek him out."

"Hmm?"

"I'll track the Heavenly Venerable of Time, update him on Mount Sumeru's state, and escort him back."

The Underworld, sensing her motives, regards her and replies.

"You aim to ease your beloved's penalty and allow rebirth, right?"

"..."

"Yet the Underworld's stance remains: merits stand as merits, faults as faults, unoffset. That's our creed... Thus, even fulfilling that duty won't shorten his term."

Oh Hye-seo wilts slightly at the reply.

But observing her, the Underworld proposes an alternative.

"I'll assign Time's retrieval to another. In exchange, assist me. That won't cut your lover's sentence, but I'll grant oversight of his penance."

"...!"

"Inspections will be rigorous, barring any laxity in punishment. Still...you could stay near, even in torment. Isn't that the case?"

"...Thank...you."

Tears streaming, Oh Hye-seo bows deeply to the Underworld.

"Then you'll join me. Co