The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1342: Overwhelming

Heavenly Sovereign remained transfixed by his left hand for a long minute. Well, this feels entirely different.

He gestured with a slow wave, yet to those watching, it appeared as a series of blurring afterimages.

Elder Song gasped in shock. How is that possible? I thought the Supreme Stage was meant to combine the powers of the paths used to attain it. Why is he demonstrating power rooted in my creation path?

Oh, so that is how you forged the Heavenly Eye back then, Heavenly Sovereign remarked, his composure unnervingly cool as he assessed his new state.

For a brief moment, after I forced the final two paths into my body, I feared it would lead to my rapid and explosive demise—taking the entire Sacred Domain with me, Heavenly Sovereign continued. He sounded far more serene than he had when he was desperate to wrest the paths from Zhuo Fan. He had begun to realize that the bewitching influence had corrupted his personality deeper than he imagined, nudging him toward insane, self-destructive acts like the one he had just committed. It was a miracle he had survived at all.

Impossible, the paths could not possibly contain such catastrophic power, Dragon Ancestor countered. Even at his own level, comparable to the Sovereign Stage, he could not reduce the world to dust. Since the Supreme Stage sat just above, there should not be such a jarring gulf in ability. [Could there really be?]

When I first sensed a realm beyond the Sovereign Stage, I never imagined the gap would be so immense, Heavenly Sovereign mused. Words fail to describe it. It is both intoxicating and humbling to realize I considered myself the strongest in the Sacred Domain while only grasping a single fragment of reality. This stage truly grants me absolute dominion. As he flicked his finger through the air, he left a fracture in space that refused to mend, forcing him to pinch the edges together before it could begin to recover.

The sky began to shimmer with prismatic colors, and the gathered Sovereigns and sacred beasts erupted in jubilation.

Zhuo Fan must have succeeded! He can finally defeat Heavenly Sovereign! Lei Yuting cheered.

Ah, forgive me for intruding on your excitement, but I am still mastering this supreme state, Heavenly Sovereign said, extinguishing their hopes in an instant.

His display of power left everyone feeling utterly hopeless, knowing that resistance was futile. Many wondered why Heavenly Sovereign had paused his grand plan of world-cleansing, especially after spending millions of years pursuing the Supreme Stage and manipulating everyone like pawns.

However, none were foolish enough to point out his inconsistency. Everyone clung to the desire for survival, and if the man enjoyed showing off, they would allow it. Perhaps it would grant Zhuo Fan enough time to reach the Supreme Stage and deliver them from this nightmare.

Little brother, why do you not reveal yourself? It is quite rude to hover in the shadows, Heavenly Sovereign said to the empty air, testing his new limits. Occasionally, he unleashed bolts of purple lightning that made the very atmosphere shiver, or he simply swiped his hand to release a shockwave so raw that it shattered Gu Santong’s pride in his own immense strength.

One moment the space remained empty, but with a brief blink, Zhuo Fan stood directly across from Heavenly Sovereign.

Zhuo Fan! Lei Yuting cried out, her emotions oscillating between terror and relief.

Ignoring her, Zhuo Fan locked eyes with Heavenly Sovereign. Have you reconsidered your plan to purge the world? Why did you hesitate the moment you breached the Supreme Stage? Or has the power gone to your head, leaving you to perform parlor tricks for the ignorant?

Who are you labeling as ignorant? I existed for millions of years before you were even a thought! Dragon Ancestor snapped, despite knowing he was powerless here.

Let us clear the stage of these clowns first, shall we? Heavenly Sovereign smiled, his hands clasped behind his back with practiced ease.

Wait just a second, I am no clown! I am the Decimating Dragon Ancestor! You would do well to show some res— Dragon Ancestor’s rage was cut short. His surroundings shifted instantly from the desolate wasteland where Zhuo Fan and Heavenly Sovereign stood to the main hall of the Luo Clan. There, Luo Yunhai sat on his throne, presiding over an emergency meeting regarding the future of the Sacred Domain.

Lei Yuting! Luo Yunchang gasped. What has happened? How did you arrive here?

It must have been Zhuo Fan, or perhaps Heavenly Sovereign? I cannot be certain, as I felt no ripples of action from either, Lei Yuting replied, her voice heavy with gloom.

Is he fighting Heavenly Sovereign alone? Can he survive it? Chu Qingcheng asked, her voice trembling as Shangguan Qingyan pulled her into a protective embrace.

It is impossible to tell, Yan Fu interrupted, having just entered the hall. We are witnessing a level of cultivation never before recorded in the history of the Sacred Domain. Anything could occur.

Disciple! Elder Song leveled an appreciative gaze at him. You have reached the Sovereign stage already? He chuckled at the realization.

Does this mean Zhuo Fan finalized his tenth path? Shui Ronghua asked, clutching at a sliver of hope.

Shortly after the storm began ravaging the darkness, I completed my alchemical path and rushed to assist Zhuo Fan, but when I arrived, he was already gone, Yan Fu explained. I suspect either he deemed my help unnecessary or he was forced to strike prematurely.

Kunpeng shook his head. We will not truly know the outcome until we see Zhuo Fan return breathing, or until humanity is wiped from existence.