Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse Chapter 1356 Chaos grade cultivation technique: Heaven's Collapse (Part 1)

In an obscure corner of the cosmos.

Two figures, one red and the other violet, floated quietly before a mass of ruinous power.

This ruinous power resembled a vibrant nebula of toxic fumes that could transform any intruder into a lifeless husk. At the heart of this nebula-like mass, flashes of white, dragon-formed lightning danced around the center.

Clearly, a major event had recently unfolded here, leaving the spatial rules between realms in disarray and exposing vulnerabilities more starkly than usual.

"This is the extent of my ability. Any further and I'm afraid my projection will vanish for good," the red, wolf-shaped figure stated. His tone was feeble, laced with concealed resentment, as he added, "Skills involving Manipulation truly sap an enormous amount of vitality..."

The violet figure gave a nod and replied in a hushed tone, "That's plenty, Sirius. I appreciate your efforts. Now, please withdraw."

"Stay cautious. Don't push too hard, or we'll face real peril," Sirius acknowledged and swiftly created separation, darting away in a flash to cover over fifty kilometers.

The violet figure glanced back and nodded once confirming Sirius had retreated to the proper range.

She then focused ahead, using her thumb to caress the underside of the corroded band on her ring finger.

"It won't be long now until it concludes. For good or ill. I vow that soon I'll allow you eternal rest, just like I swore all those years back," she whispered tenderly.

In reply to her enchanting voice that could ensnare even sirens, the tarnished band emitted a subtle, barely perceptible silver gleam lasting shorter than an eye's flutter.

The violet figure inhaled deeply and elegantly, in deliberate slowness, extended her slim arm outward.

Rumble...!

This straightforward motion caused distant stars light-years off to shudder as reality warped and contorted wildly. The gap between those stars and the violet form shrank progressively as the fabric of space folded over and over like origami, drawing remote locations nearer with each crease.

"By the authority of the God of Order; diminish and bridge the span between my essence and the realm where twilight graced the ancient deities.... Gate of Twilight!"

Her refined yet commanding voice echoed, carrying the weight of a sovereign whose decrees brooked no defiance. The corroded band shone with unprecedented brilliance in eons, its silver radiance enveloping a space the size of a modest planet in mere moments.

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

Swoosh!

...

The gaseous nebula of varied hues warped oddly, and the white lightning serpents bellowed in rage. The principles of space and interdimensional governance stirred, incensed by the boldness of the intruder seeking to command them.

From not too far off, Sirius observed as the ring's silver glow intensified rapidly until, within seconds, it turned pure gold. As the golden blaze outshone the sun, the defiant principles subsided, ultimately submitting like tamed young felines.

"Truly befitting the Ring of the God of Order; the artifact of turmoil that lets its possessor bend nearly any cosmic principle to their desire," Sirius marveled with a sigh.

Folding space to shorten paths was comparatively simple. Any being with solid power could manage it. Yet, compressing the voids between dimensions demanded cosmic elites exerting immense effort at a steep cost.

However, the Ring of the God of Order's holder could achieve that—and far more—with effortless grace, even as a powerless mortal. Claiming the ring's wearer embodied the deity of all principles wasn't an overstatement; this held true regardless of the bearer's innate strength, be they a powerless human relying solely on the artifact.

Moments dragged on, and as the Heavenly Wolf's specter beheld the spectacle in wonder, the colorful energy nebula and lightning dragons morphed into a vast, uneven portal resembling a whirlpool.

This whirlpool portal spanned over 500 meters across but soared beyond two kilometers tall. At its core, a pinpoint of white radiance gleamed faintly to the attentive eye; that speck marked the link from this spot to an otherwise unreachable domain.

"It's complete," the violet figure exhaled lightly as her upheld hand lowered softly. Her eyes fixed on the now dimmed band, and she muttered with a touch of sorrow, "Only 4% energy remains... Once it's gone, even a hundred million years might not restore its luster."

Sirius drew near and inquired gravely: "With the initial phase finished, the toughest challenge awaits.... How do we lure that individual there?"

"We..."

Abruptly, the violet figure spun toward a specific bearing, her words cutting off sharply.

"What's wrong?" Sirius questioned, bewildered and shocked.

For the first time in endless ages, he witnessed the violet figure's shrouded form quiver and falter in such a profoundly mortal way.

The violet figure ignored his query. She remained motionless, as if ensnared by stasis, gazing fixedly in that direction for what felt like eternity. Guessing her inner musings proved impossible.

After an unknowable span, the violet figure let out a sigh and shook her head gently. The strain gripping her stiff frame evaporated instantly, and in a weary murmur while tilting her face to the heavens, she said, "... Why must this era diverge so sharply from the ones before? ... Yet, on second thought, this might be the breakthrough we sought... Perhaps past defeats stemmed from missed pivotal events due to various mishaps..."

No matter the endgame, this marked the final attempt... Thus, more surprises like this could arise.

Beneath Sirius' perplexed yet alert gaze, the violet figure advanced a step and, right before vanishing, uttered a final remark.

"For more than 22 years, events have spiraled beyond control. No point in surprise now..."

Her statement only deepened Sirius' bewilderment.

But shortly, an idea struck him, and in an instant, his form blinked out of sight.

...

Within the bamboo dwelling, Bai Zemin clutched the jet-black parchment. His stare grew vacant, as though his spirit had been devoured by the scroll's abyss.

Suddenly, phrases he barely grasped, in a tongue he inexplicably knew fluently, spilled from his lips in succession.

"The origin of the seven souls, the base of the six senses where all merge as one, unseen yet felt, seen yet ethereal."

"The seven unseen souls within govern the six senses; the three manifest souls without command the six realms. United as one, they harmonize inner and outer, sensing shifts in fate across paradise and abyss. The six realms cycle endlessly, mastering skies and lands, seizing sun, moon, and constellations."

"For renewal to emerge, the ancient must fade and be erased...and for celestial realms to thrive, an infernal domain must precede. Heaven's Will exists alongside Hell's Will; Yin and Yang balance each other, as light demands shadow and virtue requires vice."

An enigmatic chant streamed from his lips like a steady brook.

A violet glow akin to a bolt of lightning surged from his palms, saturating the shadowy scroll and birthing a constellation of purple twinkles.

Unbeknownst to Bai Zemin, as the final syllable escaped him and the purple stars ignited on the ebony surface, distant locales witnessed a phenomenon that rattled every soul, visible across the firmament to all.

At that instant, in the Golden Domain, a bizarre celestial breakdown unfolded overhead for everyone to behold.