Nexus Ascension: My Comprehension Defies the Heaven Chapter 475: Another civilization?

"The cosmic gauge measures the swiftness with which a transcendent being travels. At this realm, light speed fails as a benchmark. Thus, 1A denotes a pace allowing traversal of one galaxy to the next in just five minutes. Then there's 1S for pure power and striking force—1S indicates a cultivator capable of obliterating an entire star region through raw physical might. 1D represents defense, signifying endurance against the blast from a crumbling star region."

"Your cultivation level will boost these ratings naturally. Yet in modern times, top prodigies hit 2 ratings right at 6th Rank, owing to advanced cultivation methods and optimized power frameworks. Naturally, perfect balance isn't always achieved. Specialists on specialized paths might excel in just one area—a berserker could boast 2S strength yet merely 0.1D defense," explained the Yellow Ancestor, gently caressing his lengthy beard with composure.

"What about your own index rating?" Grey asked with keen interest.

"Mine? Hahahaha. Us 8th Rankers shun such basic metrics. That scale applies solely to 6th and 7th Rankers," the Yellow Ancestor responded, letting out a booming laugh.

"So, where might I locate this measurement device to evaluate myself?" Grey cocked his head to the side.

"One exists in the Dragon World you seized earlier today, or at the Arclight’s central estate. After all, both your parents stand at the pinnacle of 6th Rank."

"Follow me. I'll introduce you to the remaining ancestors."

Whoosh!

With a casual wave from the Yellow Ancestor, space crumpled effortlessly, teleporting Grey into a majestic hall. Several figures lounged there, eyes fixed on a massive television display. Five in all.

"Sigh... these cosmic broadcasts grow dull lately. I'm weary of awaiting the next chaos surge."

"A mere cosmic week has passed. How could boredom strike so soon? We've endured hundreds of millions of years. Your impatience rivals that of an actual infant."

"I crave a Chaos Body right now! Where's my Chaos Body?!"

"Someday, I'll cleave the cosmos with my overwhelming power. The Origin Will won't hold me back then."

"Is destruction all you men ponder?"

"Everyone, he's arrived," declared the Yellow Ancestor as they entered. He proceeded to present the quirky assembly.

"Grey, the screen-gazer is the Crimson Ancestor. His converser is the Void-Severing Ancestor. The Chaos Body whiner is the Thousand-Lotus Ancestor. That stunning lady is the Silver-Moon Ancestor—my spouse, no less."

"Greetings." Grey regarded them with unease.

The presence of the Silver-Moon Ancestor amid grizzled elders proved disorienting. Briefly, he'd mistaken the alluring mid-twenties beauty for a shared consort. He swiftly dismissed the perilous notion.

Surely these 8th Rankers could probe thoughts? Luckily, he evaded such scans. His frequential power concealed his mind perfectly. Frequency outclassed standard energy on a conceptual level.

"Ah, the youth who summoned the Beast of Finality." The Silver-Moon Ancestor giggled lightly, standing and gliding over to him.

Up close, she scrutinized him intently, eyes sharp. "Impressive. Such vitality—you're primed to sire robust offspring."

"Senior, I'm yet a minor," Grey shot back, face clouding over.

"..." Silence gripped every ancestor present. The Silver-Moon Ancestor included.

"What?!" Their unified roar echoed, eyes bulging in utter astonishment.

Probing beyond his flesh, they inspected his soul. It scarcely reached eighteen years! Unprecedented.

"I found it shocking too," the Yellow Ancestor bellowed with mirth. "Perhaps our cosmos holds real promise after all."

"Enough chatter. Time for serious matters."

A finger snap from him warped space once more, seating them at a vast round table, all eyes locked on Grey.

"Well then, might we behold the Crown of Finality?" inquired the Silver-Moon Ancestor.

"Of course." Grey shrugged indifferently. The whole universe had seen it via transmission anyway—no harm in displaying it.

From his core, the Crown of Finality erupted forth. At once, the ancestors' relaxed demeanors crumbled.

"Young one... do you truly command this thing?" The Yellow Ancestor questioned gravely, unnerved by the crown's crushing presence.

"Yes, I can," Grey declared with resolve. "You experts gaze upon the river of time. That implies you realize this universe barreled toward certain doom. But take another look." Grey directed them offhandedly.

This precise motive had driven him to journey here. He aimed to demonstrate to these timeless titans that he posed no danger to the cosmos and held absolute command.

The ancestors furrowed their brows. Cosmic radiance burst from their eyes in a fleeting instant as they delved into the timestream. Awe rapidly seized their faces.

"The looming finality..." the Void-Severing Ancestor whispered.

"It has vanished entirely," the Crimson Ancestor concluded, face etched with shock.

All eyes shifted to Grey, then to the Beast of Finality, and returned to Grey.

"It's real." They stared mutely at the youth.

"Told you," Grey remarked with a faint grin. "That settles it, doesn't it? May I go now?"

They kept their intense gazes locked on him.

"Hold on a moment," the Silver-Moon Ancestor abruptly beamed radiantly.

That expression sent a chill dread surging through Grey's stomach.

"Do you grasp the immense scale of our universe?" the Yellow Ancestor inquired, voice grave.

"It seems enormous from your prior description," Grey cocked his head. "What's the point?"

"In truth, multiple human societies dwell within our starry expanse," the Yellow Ancestor revealed, eyes gleaming with intricate emotions.

"The alliance's founding figure perpetually cautioned us about other humans beyond our reach, even post-unification of all charted realms under the Pan-Cosmic Alliance. Expeditions with probes and top-tier evolvers plunged into the cosmos' abyssal voids, yet discovered nothing. Lately, though, cosmic borders have churned wildly. Consequently, an entirely fresh stellar domain has unveiled itself before us."

"They call it the Myriad Gates collectively. Countless races flourish there akin to ours. Humans dwell among them, and those indigenous to that zone dwarf our own in power."

The Yellow Ancestor halted, allowing the revelation's gravity to sink in.

"Consider this scale: planets nestle within solar systems. Solar systems lie inside star regions. Star regions nest in galaxies, galaxies form vast clusters within domains—our former observable universe. Now, additional realms have emerged into view. A fragile barrier, much like ours, shrouds it. We suspect the Origin Will concealed that domain deliberately until this moment. From it arise beings far deadlier than any of us."