Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years Chapter 1189 - Chapter 1189 What Is Supreme?

“How impudent. Do you think the Lord needs your help?” Li Daokong scowled and bellowed coldly. A horrifying pressure crashed down, paralyzing Emperor Chen Ni completely.

Though Endless Gods weren't Dao Creators, empowered by the Lord's might, no Dao Creator could destroy him, rendering him on par with one!

Emperor Chen Ni snarled furiously, “Stay out of it. Have the courage to finish me off!”

Boom—

!!

His full power burst forth, shattering Li Daokong’s aura. A punch flew toward him, plunging the void into darkness. Spatial forces overwhelmed the Sword Dao River like a raging tempest. Li Daokong’s form warped as if a mirror cracking apart.

Swish!

Sensing danger, Emperor Chen Ni glanced upward abruptly. An immense sword of light plummeted from the sky. Too late to evade, he got obliterated.

The sword of light detonated, scattering myriad light specks. Then, they

morphed into innumerable sword shadows filling the pitch-black void. Right as Emperor Chen Ni reformed his body, the glow from the sword shadows pinned him, rendering him

immobile.

“What kind of power is that?”

Emperor Chen Ni paled in shock. He hastily summoned his Great Dao World’s power, manifesting a world Dharma idol around himself. He tried to dispel the encircling sword shadows and light, yet got sliced into fragments.

Those lights weren’t mere illumination—they embodied rule-based power!

Gazing coldly at Emperor Chen Ni from above, Li Daokong declared, “This is divine power. Considering your arduous cultivation path, you'll be confined in the Void Prison to reflect!”

Instantly, every sword shadow contracted sharply, engulfing Emperor Chen Ni.

The once domineering Emperor Chen Ni fell suppressed with ease once more. The massive light orb plunged swiftly, piercing the shadowy void. His furious roars echoed endlessly.

Li Daokong watched until he vanished from sight.

“What does the Lord think of him?” Li

Daokong pondered puzzledly. Ten billion years prior, Emperor Chen Ni nearly doomed the Endless Era. Vanishing for eons, he reincarnated in the Ultimate Origin World. It was hard not to suspect the Lord’s orchestration.

That very doubt stopped Li Daokong from slaying Emperor Chen Ni outright.

Shaking his head, Li Daokong reformed the Sword Dao River beneath his feet. Darkness faded, yielding to a ghostly pale void. Striding the Sword Dao River, he resumed patrolling the blank domain. His cultivation sat at its peak, with no further growth possible. Thus, he claimed Han Jue’s bestowed Divine Authority, ascending as a genuine Endless God to oversee the Endless Era.

Without that Divine Authority, he’d truly wonder how to endure eternity.

He’d mastered his cherished Sword Dao. Life’s purpose dwindled rapidly.

…

Within a enigmatic palace.

Han Liang sat in meditation, cultivating deeply. The

present him far surpassed his youthful innocence. His presence rivaled most Great Dao Supremes.

A silhouette emerged from the shadows—Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable.

He demanded, “Why hasn’t your seventh Supreme Rule formed? Chu Xiaoqi’s already shaped his. Do you intend to fall behind?”

Dissatisfaction gnawed at him. Though Chu Xiaoqi boasted three Primordial Fiendcelestials, Han Liang had the Chaotic Consciousness. How could he lag?

Han Liang’s eyes snapped open, his face grim. “Something feels absent. I can’t pinpoint it.”

Depression and irritation plagued him too.

This helpless sensation had lingered billions of years, souring his mood. Chu Xiaoqi surpassing him shook his Dao heart further. Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable urged, “Seek the Lord’s guidance. We’re mere Dao Creators—we’ve imparted all our knowledge.”

Han Liang wavered. “Grandpa’s secluded for 20 billion years without emerging. Should I disturb him lightly?”

“Absolutely not. Kneel devoutly before his Daoist

temple and await. Raised at his side, he won’t overlook you. Give it your all. If ignored, we’ll find alternatives,” Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable murmured gravely.

Han Liang fell quiet.

Shi Tian’s Immeasurable Destruction Venerable left him be and vanished.

After prolonged inner turmoil, Han Liang

hesitated mainly from embarrassment.

His lofty origins, pampered upbringing, gave him edges over all beings,

inflating his pride. Outwardly casual, inwardly he deemed himself the supreme talent destined for ultimate power.

Following extended conflict, Han Liang sighed, rising.

Desperation forced him to beseech his grandfather.

…

Han Jue’s awareness delved into probing fundamental rules. Around him, rules raced by swiftly, signaling rapid external time flow.

Upon attaining Creator Lord status, the Endless Era had ended, compelling him to rewind and restart.

No concern troubled him. This Origin Space-time faced no depletion anyway.

Grasping unique basic rules deepened his insight instantly. He could even ponder unbound by them.

What defined Creator Lord and Ultimate Origin Supreme?

Ruling all as Lord—what marked the Supreme?

Han Jue saw a vast blank domain. Supreme transcended it. True Ultimate Origin Supreme meant escaping that domain. The Ultimate Origin World supplanting it wasn’t essential for Supremacy.

Even substituted, it’d become the new blank domain. Escaping the Ultimate Origin World? No difference from now.

Sole variance: tighter dominion over existence. But control wasn’t Han Jue’s aim. He craved unadulterated power.

A distinctive basic rule caught Han Jue’s eye—purple, reminiscent of Primordial Purple Qi, streaking past. He pursued swiftly.

Incredibly swift—even a Dao Creator might falter, yet Han Jue tracked effortlessly.

Observing closely, this purple rule exuded bone-chilling cold. Even he, the Lord, shivered. “What’s this?”

His consciousness clashed.

Abruptly, the blank domain flushed purple. The shift struck too fast for any reaction.

Dao Creators converged first in the Transcendent Divine Hall, debating urgently.

“What’s going on?”

“First that thunder egg, now spatial upheaval.”

“Is some apocalyptic disaster truly approaching?”

“Unclear. No detection possible. No anomalous aura.”

“Rules remain steady.”

Amid Dao Creators’ talks, Han Liang kneeling

before Han Jue’s Dao Field abruptly lifted his head. His sight pierced realms, beholding the blank domain’s transformation. Strangely, his pulse quickened. “My blood…”

Clutching himself, Han Liang’s face twisted. A mighty force surged in his blood, merging steadily into his soul.