Global Gods : Skill-Resonance Awakened Chapter 365: Ch 365 : A Word With The Goddess of Divine Annihilation

The Overseer maintained his place upon the Central Palace throne, remaining as motionless as a jagged mountain peak.

Within the depths of his mind, the Nihilium Omniscience functioned like a colossal, churning sea of information, capturing the very heartbeats of countless entities across the inner world.

Long before she arrived at the palace gates, he had already perceived the ripples of curiosity and anguish coursing through Thera’s spirit.

He understood that providing an answer before she spoke would be a breach of protocol, undermining the refined dignity that the Old Gods strove to uphold in this newfound age.

To expose his ability to gaze into the deepest marrow of their thoughts would swiftly transform his refuge into a transparent cage.

Thus, he remained still. He opted to wait for her to voice the inquiry herself.

The interval was brief. Following her tea with Adam and Beru, Thera advanced toward the palace with a sense of purpose that caused the city’s clouds to scatter along her path.

"Emperor, I need a word with you," her voice rang out, crisp and resonant, striking the reinforced doors that shielded the throne room from the outer realms.

The heavy doors did not merely drift open; they retreated while emitting a slow, grinding force that hummed within the very spirit of the city.

"Approach," the Overseer commanded.

His voice was the embodiment of a Divine Command, vibrating with the absolute authority inherent to the Real Void.

Thera felt the unseen tethers of reality clamp onto her limbs; her feet moved of their own volition, forcing her forward in a rhythmic, measured cadence that she neither could nor cared to resist.

She eventually halted at the exact center of the vast chamber, standing anchored beneath the Emperor’s watchful gaze.

"Speak, Thera," Sunny stated, his eyes remaining shut. Even with his lids closed, he observed the orbits of every planet in the Multiverse of Gods and the flicker of every taper in the City of Gods. "Reveal what troubles the Goddess of the Divine Annihilation."

"Emperor... I have an inquiry regarding our history," she stated. Her tone was surprisingly tender, stripped of its typical sharp edge.

"Your history," Sunny repeated, his consciousness already stitching together the tapestry of the truth she sought. He knew her heart was currently fixated not on Cai Zhen, but on the darkness trailing him. "Inquire. The Void retains what the River of Time seeks to erase."

Thera drew a steadying breath. "I must know if my sisters will also undergo reincarnation. I couldn't bring this up while Cai was present... I likely would have kicked him into the next solar system for his bumbling guilt... But I require the truth regarding whether their souls are lost forever."

Sunny held his silence for a moment, allowing memories drawn from the River of Time to drift to the surface.

When Thera spoke of her sisters, she referred to the thousands of concubines Cai Zhen had taken during the First Era.

To the uninitiated, it appeared as the standard excess of a God, but the reality was a convoluted entanglement of Karmic Law.

In their previous incarnation, Cai Zhen and Thera existed as a pair of Primordial Gods, their union viewed as the pinnacle of perfect harmony.

Yet, Cai Zhen’s charisma as the God of Cultivation acted as an unstoppable force. In his native multiverse, female cultivators had collectively birthed a new Dao—a path of total devotion known as The Tribulation of Love.

This was a form of sacrificial technique. To tread this path, a woman had to discard every earthly connection, every bond of kin, and every personal ambition, pledging her entire existence to honoring the God of Cultivation.

It was a form of spiritual suicide that forged a divine resonance. Once a practitioner achieved the rank of God through this method, the multiverse itself would weave a Karmic Thread of Marriage, binding her hand to Cai Zhen’s both physically and spiritually.

These were not knots that could simply be severed. They were laws of cause and effect. Cai Zhen, shackled by the very Dao he represented, could not reject them without shattering his own foundation of power. He had been compelled to accept these thousands of Sisters of the Dao as his brides.

The memory of Thera’s reaction still glowed in the Overseer’s mind. Upon discovering the God Palace was saturated with new brides, her rage had been a cataclysmic event.

She had ascended to the Cultivation Multiverse, each of her strides fracturing the void like brittle glass.

She had not merely waged war; she had executed an Annihilation of the Dao. With a singular gesture, she had wiped the very concept of the Tribulation of Love from existence, ensuring that no woman could ever pursue that path again.

Yet, when she stood before the existing wives, poised to eliminate them, she had perceived the threads. She saw they were merely victims of their own devotion, tethered to a man who acted as both their master and their prisoner.

"My Beloved, it is not my doing!" Cai Zhen’s voice resonated in the memory, sounding like a soul being pulverized by a star. "I am the God of Cultivation! I cannot defy the Dao I embody! I was required to take them in!"

Thera had regarded him with eyes of frozen silver. "Oh, that is quite another matter, Cai. But surely you could have consulted me first? You recognize that I can annihilate anything. And when I say anything... I truly mean it."

Ultimately, the icy shell around Thera’s heart had been eroded by the genuine, desperate kindness of these concubines.

They transitioned into her sisters, her kin, and her protectors. Then, she had watched them perish one by one throughout the Great War, their ephemeral souls extinguished by the Demonic Miasma while the Gods were forced into exile.

"Based on my observations, Thera," Sunny remarked, his tone darkening. It was a heavy burden to be the one to extinguish a God’s final shred of hope. "Your sisters will not see reincarnation."

Thera’s posture remained unyielding, but her aura flickered, appearing like a moon momentarily obscured.

"Why?" she breathed.

"To partake in the Great Reincarnation," Sunny explained, "one must be Void-Born—a direct manifestation of the Primeval or an individual whose soul-core is anchored to the Void mother. Your sisters were products of the natural cycle within a mortal multiverse. They were Flowers of the Dao. Exquisite, yes, but their spirits remained tied to the specific multiverse they inhabited."

He opened his eyes, the violet-gold radiance reflecting the sorrow etched onto Thera’s features.

"When the Demon Lords collapsed those universes, the cycle of reincarnation was obliterated. My instincts and insight suggest their souls were either erased during the chaos of the Great War or purified by the currents of time and reborn as entirely new entities... beings without memories, connections, or any trace of their former selves."

Thera nodded wordlessly. She had suspected as much; as a Goddess of her stature, she grasped the mechanics of the soul, but hearing the verdict from the Emperor—the one who traversed the currents of time—made the truth final. The hope she had harbored vanished, leaving only a frigid, hollow silence in its wake.

"Do not fixate on this too heavily," Sunny advised, his tone shifting toward a solemn warning. "And I would strongly caution you against traveling to the multiverse where Cai Zhen is currently establishing his faith tradition."

Thera’s head darted up, her silver eyes narrowing. Her voice climbed to a sharp, defiant pitch. "Why? Why prohibit me from rejoining my husband? Is he in peril? Or are you merely worried I will jeopardize his efforts?"