Celestial Bloodline Chapter 965: Celestial Domain

Kyle sensed the chaos enveloping him—the metallic tang of blood, desperate cries, the whirlwind of destruction and slaughter consuming all in its path. Drawing in a steady breath, he smashed four of the seven airborne figures with a savage strike. His eyes blazed white, the atmosphere crackling with raw power as he whispered under his breath.

"Celestial Domain."

The skill's name had evolved from its previous form. No longer Ice Domain—it was now Celestial Domain, wielding total supremacy.

As the two words escaped his lips, a surge of piercing chill radiated outward in every direction.

An enormous icy domain blanketed the battlefield, encasing everything in its grasp with frost.

The ones closest to Kyle transformed into ice statues first, then every surface, every shadow, every death-law tendril locked motionless beneath the crushing cold.

The encroaching, devouring darkness froze solid too, hardening into sharp formations beside the endless shapeless beasts.

Terrified expressions of those fleeing or battling the darkness also iced over, their forms trapped in the frost's unyielding hold.

The icy surge didn't stop there, sweeping further to cloak nearly half the Celestial Realm in a shimmering frozen wasteland.

Time itself appeared compelled to halt under the flawless white shroud.

Silence gripped the scene for a moment. The former dark void now gleamed with inherent icy radiance, bathing the battlefield in an otherworldly, serene glow.

Madness flickered in Azazeal’s gaze, a perilous glint sparking as he rapidly shattered the frost binding him, standing apart from all others. His inner darkness shrieked in fury, convulsing like a rabid beast, driving him to annihilate the bizarre cold domain and its wielder.

A bellow thundered across the iced battlefield as he charged the central hovering figure amid the frigid calm, pulverizing the spiked structures in his path. The towering form facing him exuded a divine glow, a sharp opposite to his hellspawn appearance.

"I will kill you!"

His enraged shout boomed through the air. In that instant, a gigantic Celestial emblem bloomed overhead—a jet-black flower crowned by a familiar blood-red, regal diadem at its core, radiating a haunting yet mesmerizing allure.

The crown throbbed, its energy gnawing at the ice, only for the primal cold force to counter with matching defiance.

Kyle angled his head, evading the barrage of strikes, unleashing his full arsenal without restraint.

His fingers quivered, a quiet sign of the colossal might he'd expended to freeze the surroundings and defy Azazeal’s dominance. Halting time solely in his domain would have been manageable. But containing Azazeal’s crushing power as well strained him like a relentless tide, teetering on the edge of engulfing him. Every second drained his utmost reserves. Yet the faint grin on his lips betrayed his thrill.

"Now it’s just you and me."

He chuckled softly, summoning all his natural laws. Beneath his feet, a massive pristine snowflake emerged, its elaborate facets shimmering with a dizzying array of vivid colors.

At the sight, Nature—which had wailed mournfully at the devastation, powerless to act—finally grew still. It began repairing the fractured sky, watching Kyle closely, even trying to channel extra natural power his way, only to find it repelled by the cold domain.

In the end, Nature observed from afar, silently praying the clash would conclude swiftly to spare the realm further ruin. Deep inside, though, it recognized that with equilibrium shattered, regardless of the victor, the battle's wounds would demand centuries to mend.

A deafening blast cracked the surrounding ice as Kyle’s natural laws slammed into Azazeal. This time, he allowed the collision's force to erupt unbound, the shockwave roaring across the area, potent enough to shatter eardrums of the weak. The snowflake under him quivered faintly, shielding those trapped alive within the ice.

All else splintered into shards, scattering like luminous crystal fragments over the frozen field under the sheer might of their confrontation.

Kyle rocketed backward, his form streaking through the sky at blinding velocity, demolishing distant structures until he wrenched himself to a stop.

A slender stream of blood trickled from his clenched lips, crimsoning the iced earth as he hauled himself upright.

His fingertips shook. A fragile frost layer crept across his skin. Before he could inhale anew, seven colossal death-law blades rent the sky overhead, hurtling directly at his diminutive silhouette.

Kyle's gaze turned glacial. All around, countless individuals stood solidly encased in ice.

Just moments prior, his body had careened across the battlefield to the city nearest the former Layer of Ancients gateway site. Despite the grueling toll of freezing time over such a broad expanse to imprison the mayhem in ice, Kyle rallied his full strength to intercept the blades. The space above fractured to consume and eradicate them, the backlash nearly driving him to kneel.

Still, he ground his teeth and hastily devoured the blades' energy. As his attention wavered, seven shapes materialized nearby, lunging to rip out his heart—thwarted by towering ice spikes that erupted from the ground to defend him. Kyle's eyes flashed as razor claws halted mere inches from his heart on all sides. A guttural snarl—a blend of voices—rumbled in his ears as the seven yanked back and demolished the spikes.

With a crisp snap, the ice crumbled. But Kyle, having already obliterated the blades in the spatial tear, skyrocketed upward before the next blow landed. He sought to draw the pursuing seven into an isolated dimension to slash civilian deaths as much as possible. Familiar cold flames burst around him protectively as a gigantic dark-power skull gaped open in the sky right above, poised to devour him.

His figure flickered from spot to spot as he ascended even higher toward the levitating domains of mighty clans and Rulers. A curse escaped his lips when a grasp snagged his leg, hauling him from the void before he could vanish again, smashing him into the closest floating landmass.

A huge section of the colossal floating terrain's foundation erupted on collision, splintering the frost and spraying ice fragments and debris in all directions.

Azazeal surged toward the devastation, scouring the rubble for the recognizable form. A detached voice echoed behind his seven bodies.

"I’m here."

All seven heads swiveled sharply. Beneath the inky eyes, Kyle spat the pooled blood from his mouth. A gossamer veil of natural energy swirled about him, weaving fresh form-hugging garments over the shredded ones. He extended his hand, conjuring a massive ice sword into his hold.

Kyle had scarcely directed the sword at the seven figures, poised to jeer with a smug ’now come at me,’ when a torrent of unyielding assaults crashed down upon him.

Jaw set tight, he summoned the natural law of space, swiftly forging a secluded realm to separate himself and Azazeal. He wove every natural law at his command into his sword assaults. The exquisite Celestial emblem between his collarbones flared with each blow. Small snowflakes blossomed under his feet with every stride through the air, lending the space an ethereal, frosty splendor.

Yet ultimately, he stood alone.

Suspending time across such an immense area to curb the ravenous darkness and safeguard lives already sapped his strength. He'd fused the natural law of balance with others to preserve the stasis, yearning for time to remain frozen until he or Azazeal—or both—perished. Victory now hinged on sheer endurance.

Abruptly, Azazeal demolished the isolated realm, hurling Kyle backward once more. Thankfully airborne, Kyle spared further innocents. Veering from the floating domains, he swiftly steadied himself. Brandishing the sword forged from his Celestial emblem's power, he unleashed his sword art. In a flash, its name ignited in his thoughts.

Void Shattering Strikes.

The sensation of executing the art felt intimately potent and familiar.

Though he'd seldom wielded a sword of late, his mastery endured undiminished.

It took an instant to assume the ideal posture, but as he cleaved downward, a cataclysmic roar exploded, gouging a crater into the void.