The Strongest Legend of Dragon Ball Chapter 931: Creating a world

“Saiyan, further words are useless. Surrender your body to me!”

Upon observing Xiaya, the Original King uttered no more. He understood that if the Time Realm genuinely intended to disregard the statutes preventing intervention in mortal affairs, his own time would be exceedingly limited. Swift action was paramount; he had to seize Xiaya’s physical form without delay.

Within his own consciousness, the Original King pondered how a newcomer at the fifth level of the Divine Realm could possibly contend with him. Despite his current severe injuries, he had once held the status of king, a title that wasn't an overstatement to label him a “Pseudo Supreme God.” How challenging could it possibly be to commandeer the body of a mere Super Saiyan God?

Nevertheless, Original King remained unaware that his intricate machinations, born from a mind overly engrossed in complex thoughts, were poised to backfire catastrophically, placing his very existence at risk. Every calculated move he made was, in fact, perfectly aligning with Xiaya’s grand design.

Alternatively, it's conceivable that Xiaya intentionally projected his aura with such conspicuousness, precisely anticipating and hoping for the Original King's swift appearance.

It is crucial to recognize that any individual who achieves the pinnacle of the Divine Realm possesses the capacity to completely mask their aura, rendering them undetectable unless their adversary commands the prowess of a Time King or Universe King, or has achieved absolute mastery over specific universal laws! Xiaya deliberately amplified his aura, intending to draw out the Original King.

Had the Original King maintained his composure, discerning this strategic ploy would not have presented a significant challenge. However, the critical issue was that the Original King had long since abandoned any pretense of calmness. Having previously fled in disarray from his ancient adversary, Dragon God Zalama, his patience had long evaporated. The sudden realization that the Time Realm might intervene escalated his peril to extreme levels, rendering this audacious maneuver a desperate, last-ditch effort.

“Original King, you actually dare to reveal yourself,” Xiaya declared with icy disdain, his gaze fixed upon the pulsating sphere of blood, enveloped in crimson mist, situated not far off.

“Hehe,” a proud, mocking laugh escaped the Original King as he observed the astonishment etched upon his opponent’s features. He had already vividly imagined his future state after acquiring the other's body. At that juncture, neither Zalama, nor the Time King, nor the Universe King would possess the ability to disregard his formidable presence.

Consumed by this potent vision, the Original King found his patience completely exhausted. Abruptly, the entirety of the blood-red sphere detonated within the void, unleashing tendrils of crimson mist that dispersed rapidly in all directions.

Following a sharp, crackling sound reminiscent of water meeting extreme heat, Original King’s true form finally materialized.

In stark contrast to his previous manifestation within Universe 5, this current appearance represented his authentic form. He presented as a powerfully built, exceptionally handsome man. Yet, an unsettling aura emanated from him; his form was perpetually encircled by a swirling vortex of blood energy, giving him a semi-corporeal appearance, and his entire being radiated a strange, crimson luminescence.

With a swift, fluid motion, akin to a serpent striking from the water, a bolt of scarlet lightning hurtled towards Xiaya.

Witnessing the direct onslaught aimed at him, Xiaya’s countenance shifted dramatically. He raised his hand, unleashing a rapid succession of blows, yet it appeared that Xiaya’s offensive maneuvers had absolutely no impact on the Original King. With a hearty, booming laugh, Original King suddenly materialized directly before Xiaya.

A malevolent, covetous grin stretched across the Original King’s face, suggesting his meticulously laid plans were on the cusp of fruition.

Boom!

A formidable spiritual energy erupted forth, thrusting directly towards Xiaya’s forehead. This particular assault bore an uncanny resemblance to Captain Ginyu’s notorious Body Change technique!

As the incandescent energy surged towards his brow, at that precise critical moment, an enigmatic smile bloomed upon Xiaya’s features. Foregoing any attempt at evasion or defense, he willingly permitted the Original King’s spiritual essence to penetrate his own mind. A flicker of bewilderment crossed the Original King’s consciousness, but at this juncture, retreat was no longer an option; he had to proceed. With an almost imperceptible whoosh, the entirety of the Original King’s spiritual form was fully assimilated into Xiaya’s body.

“Hahaha, your body is now mine!” The triumphant, maniacal laughter of the Original King echoed within the confines of Xiaya’s mind.

“Incorrect. It should be stated that your power and your very realm are now mine.”

Suddenly, a voice resonated within Xiaya’s consciousness, causing the Original King’s spirit to tremble violently. Subsequently, Xiaya’s form appeared within his own awareness, followed by a chilling shriek that reverberated throughout the entirety of Xiaya’s being.

“No! What is transpiring? Why am I incapable of absorbing your soul?” The voice quavered with palpable panic and utter disbelief.

Xiaya gently closed his eyes. “Why do you suppose I intentionally broadcasted my aura across a significant portion of Universe 5? Did you truly believe it was merely due to an excess of power?”

“What?” The Original King faltered, momentarily stunned, but swiftly, a profound sense of dread began to coil within his heart.

Xiaya’s lips curved into a cold, knowing smile, his spiritual projection within Xiaya’s mind fixing its gaze upon the Original King.

“It was a calculated lure to draw you out!” Xiaya proclaimed, and with the utterance of these words, it seemed as though a hidden mechanism had been activated. Within the somber psychic landscape, three brilliant, multicolored lights suddenly flashed with intense brilliance.

Roar!

A dragon’s thunderous roar echoed, and the spiritual realm was instantly bathed in effulgent, vibrant hues. Subsequently, two distinct energies ascended into the heavens, one from above and one from below, materializing at opposite ends of this mystical space, mirroring the dragon’s initial cry.

“Dragon God, Time King, Universe King!”

The Original King’s voice quivered, his gaze fixed upon the figures that materialized before him, his disbelief palpable. In that very instant, he comprehended that he had been utterly deceived. The scanning of his presence by the Time Realm, and his supposed successful usurpation of a Super Saiyan God’s body—all of it was a charade. Even the “Xiaya” he intended to inhabit might have been a fabrication. The Time King, the Universe King, and the Dragon God—these three paramount beings were orchestrating a scheme to corner him.

He pondered, “When did I become so significant that three divine entities would conspire against me in unison?”

The Original King’s mind reeled, a tempest of anguish and helplessness washing over him. Then, abruptly, his entire disposition shifted, hardening into fierce defiance.

“Xiaya, you may commence now,” the Time King conveyed, nodding towards Xiaya.

Meanwhile, within the external macrocosmic expanse, “Xiaya’s” physical form disintegrated, liberating the true Xiaya from his concealed state. His eyes were shut, his brow furrowed in concentration. Simultaneously, across the vast canvas of the starry sky, three enormous rifts tore open, giving birth to three colossal vortexes that spun into existence. From these vortexes, three titanic arms emerged.

These immense limbs extended towards Xiaya’s aerial position, unleashing a combined torrent of space-time power, the power of order, and the power of miracles. The incandescent radiance that erupted instantly illuminated the entirety of the celestial panorama. The fragmented remnants of the Original King’s flesh, scattered throughout the void by his explosion, were caught in the currents of these laws and began to coalesce.

At this critical juncture, a sphere of profound purple hue suddenly launched from Xiaya’s chest.

The sphere converged upon the Original King’s scattered flesh, exhibiting a frenzied eagerness, akin to a predator spotting its quarry. Instantly electrified, the purple sphere flashed with streaks of lightning and directly engulfed the remnants.

Buzz!

Having assimilated the Original King’s physical essence, the purple “Domain” world experienced a monumental surge in energy replenishment. It began to rotate with astonishing rapidity. With every revolution, the sphere’s volume expanded. Unbeknownst to onlookers, its size had increased manifold.

Boom!

Ancient thunderous sounds emanated from within the “Domain” world. The reverberating claps of thunder seemed to echo across all of history, heralding the nascent stage of the evolution of fundamental laws.

Subsequently, the “Domain” world embarked upon its transformation into a genuine reality. The Power of the World, ceaselessly infusing it, fueled its growth and augmented its strength.

The Original King’s body was a repository of pure essence, even encompassing the vestiges of energy from the previous era’s White King and East King. In comparison, even the current era’s Zeno paled. Within mere seconds, these potent energies achieved what would have required Xiaya innumerable lifetimes to amass.

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Within the spiritual dimension, Xiaya and the Original King faced each other across a vast expanse.

At this moment, the Original King’s countenance betrayed utter defeat, his former imposing aura completely extinguished. He recognized his doom was sealed. Confronting the Time King and his confederates, he harbored no prospect of victory.

“I have lost. After years of meticulous planning, it has all amounted to naught! Zalama, you have triumphed!” The Original King’s voice dripped with a chilling finality as he fixed a profound gaze upon Xiaya. He lamented that all he possessed had been transferred to the individual standing before him. He decried his own ill fortune, lamenting the absence of any aiding hand.

He harbored a deep sense of unwillingness!

After dedicating so many years to his schemes and exerting such immense effort, could there not have been even a sliver of hope?

Xiaya regarded the Original King and emitted a soft sigh, yet felt no shred of pity for him.

An individual must bear the responsibility for, and face the consequences of, their deeds. Regardless of righteousness or transgression, the outcome is irrevocably determined at the very moment a choice is made. With a mere thought, the ethereal forms of the Time King and the others transmogrified into obsidian-black divine chains within the spiritual realm. These chains exuded a bone-chilling aura as they permeated the spiritual space, emitting a subtle, resonant chime as they interwove, binding the Original King’s spirit with unwavering strength.

“Now, we shall proceed to obliterate the Original King’s spirit and absorb his realm along with all else he possesses.”

Within the spiritual space, the passage of time ceased to hold meaning. It felt simultaneously like an instant and an eternity. Xiaya remained seated in a meditative posture within the spiritual realm as the Original King’s consciousness gradually ebbed away, and the entirety of the spiritual space blossomed into vibrant, dynamic splendor.

Finally, Xiaya’s spirit arose, his eyes fluttering open, unleashing a divine luminescence that erupted from his golden irises.

The awe-inspiring brilliance shattered the confines of the spirit with a resounding detonation.

In that singular moment, Xiaya’s realm experienced an unprecedented ascent, soaring to heights that approached the caliber of Zeno’s “Pseudo-Divine King Realm.”

With a mere thought, his consciousness snapped back into his physical form. Xiaya stood tall, a majestic aura radiating from his imposing figure as he gazed upon the 'Domain' world before him – or rather, it should now be referred to as the 'Embryo of the World.' This 'Embryo of the World' quivered with expansion and contraction, having already achieved the colossal size of a planet.

As Xiaya observed it, the 'Embryo of the World' emitted a joyful resonance, a testament to its creation by his own will. A single glance allowed him to comprehend the state of the nascent world within.

“The world’s interior has already evolved, even containing primordial substances. Those dozens of purple laws are nearing their completion. Therefore, with some final preparations, it should be possible to ‘create heaven and earth.’”

A brilliant light flared in Xiaya’s eyes as the concept of creating heaven and earth materialized in his mind. He had never anticipated embarking on such a grand undertaking. While he was the one manipulating the 'Embryo of the World' to forge a new reality, the fundamental process bore a striking resemblance to true creation.

“Hmm, but there’s no need to rush. I am still lacking just a little something.”

Xiaya understood that a crucial element was still missing. When he had initially named the fused power within his being the 'Power of the World,' the moniker, though perhaps sounding audacious, was not without merit. This hybrid power was an amalgamation of the powers of space-time, order, and miracles. During its evolution, the power of space-time expanded the very fabric of space, the power of order solidified the spatial architecture, and the power of miracles served as the cohesive force, enabling boundless growth and the potential for any outcome.

Upon the 'Domain'’s successful transformation into a 'World,' the power of miracles would manifest as the opportunities for life itself.

The ‘Life’ aspect would emerge through the differentiation of ‘Life and Death’ from the fundamental laws of space and time. Concurrently, the ‘Water’ aspect, representing vitality, would arise from the differentiation of ‘Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water’ within the laws of order. These two facets would serve as mutual affirmations of life’s essential nature.

If one were to conceptualize the Power of the World as a vessel and its governing principles, it remained incomplete without that which the vessel should contain and the purpose for which the laws should govern and manifest.

Xiaya’s own being harbored two primary forces: the divine power of the Super Saiyan God and the hybrid power derived from space-time and other energies.

In ages past, the divine power of the Super Saiyan God had been perpetually subdued by the powers of space-time, order, and miracles, preventing it from revealing its true aura. It was only when the hybrid power underwent its transformation into the Power of the World that the Super Saiyan God’s power was finally unleashed in its full glory.

Now, to advance the Power of the World’s evolution into the inherent laws of the world was not an insurmountable task. However, imbuing these world laws with intent, assigning them purpose, and ensuring their accountability for their functions required the indispensable power of the Super Saiyan God.

As the Super Saiyan God incarnate, only through the complete mastery and application of this divine power could true transcendence be attained.

As these words, spoken softly, escaped Xiaya’s lips, his aura surged to its zenith. His eyes blazed with a radiant glow, as if, in that very instant, he had pierced through to the profoundest secrets of the universe.