After that event, Kayden continued to hide, studying the karmic law as best he could. Besides that, he was searching for other gods so he could repeat that event, but it was almost amusing how difficult that truly was. Finding a god on these borders was difficult; most of them were hidden thousands of kilometers underground, and only a few wandered across the surface. This made Kayden’s life far more complicated, simply because downward stretched an endless depth they could traverse. Slowly the days passed. Time had long ceased to weigh upon Kayden’s life; days became months, then years, then centuries and thousands of years. Kayden’s growth was practically ten times greater than it would have been outside; the laws came to him almost digested, ready to study, but even so the pace was still frustratingly slow. Kayden smiled when he felt the presence of a god with his protégé above. Once again, he used a few simple tricks to achieve his goals. It wasn’t difficult, and the karmic tribulation destroyed everything in its path, breaking existence itself in the blink of an eye. Once more Kayden buried himself millions of kilometers beneath the ground. This time, only a few mages went; those who had already witnessed such an event before did not move to try and learn something again—they preferred to use their time in more productive ways. The first days were calm—in truth, the first years. Nothing different happened. Kayden multiplied his learning speed many times over; the more he learned about something, the easier it became to learn about it again. The funny thing was that even so, he felt further and further away from his goal. This was one of the sensations Kayden most loved in the cultivation world: the wiser you became, the greater your ability to recognize your own ignorance. That meant he was indeed on the right path. In a random moment, Kayden felt something strange. The world was trembling, as if it were on the brink of collapse. After just a few seconds, he heard a voice inside his mind, something he had not heard in a very long time. "The heavens greet your attempt at divinity and deny you the right to mortality before this challenge." Kayden didn’t even blink before beginning to move toward this trial. He had to use dozens of spatial jumps just to get remotely close to the real place. What he saw in this trial was a mage who had once left a very strong impression upon him: the monarch who had long floated above him. Seeing him more closely now, certain details became clearer: The Monarch of Chaos appeared as a living ruin: his gray skin resembled rusted iron, cracked by dark veins that pulsed in disorder. His eyes, deep and melancholic, seemed to contain the echoes of undone worlds—never light, only fragments of silence. Two of his four horns were broken, like fallen crowns of a forgotten king. His wings, frayed and stained with dead runes, bore not the burden of glory but the inevitable weight of entropy. The same law Kayden had once glimpsed in that garden so long ago was impregnated within this mage, but it did not seem complete. It looked tiny and fragmentary, something still being constructed. Yet even that small piece was enough to place him at a very high level—bizarrely high, in fact. "Hey, shut up." The voice that came from that mage was strange. Everyone thought he had spoken to the heavens, but... "Oh, but you will end." "And what if I don’t want to?" "It is a beautiful day, my friends." "This golden sky is truly a spectacle." "Why are we here again?" Dozens of voices came out of the Monarch of Chaos. Not only that, but he was maintaining tens of thousands of conversations at the same time, all happening in his mind. The number of voices pouring out of him was terrifying; it was complete madness, as though millions of people were trapped inside his mind. "Silence, or you will be killed." A different voice emerged—deeper, exuding an aura of chaos. A dominant personality made itself clear when all the others went quiet. "We will enter a serious battle; I want everyone prepared." In the next instant, a lightning bolt fell. That bolt... It shattered the entirety of this world’s reality. In the blink of an eye, all were thrown back into the real world. The tree through which Kayden had entered was utterly destroyed; all mortals were consumed in that moment. At least all those who didn’t have a god strong enough to protect them, or divine abilities sufficient to defend themselves. There were many such beings in this world, but compared to the majority, they were almost none. The bolt destroyed absolutely everything around it. Trillions of kilometers were completely erased—no trace of matter or laws remained. Meanwhile, Kayden was starting to feel a little... "Holy shit." Jarvis’s voice echoed in Kayden’s mind as he awoke to this scene. And besides that... Kayden was fighting for his life. It seemed as though this attack had been aimed directly at him. The space around him was completely broken, exposing him to the true void. The problem was its intensity. Kayden was being pierced on all sides by a strange pressure. He effortlessly converted this pressure into mana. For more chapters visıt 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 The real problem was the laws being thrown against him—millions of them at once. Kayden couldn’t understand what was truly happening, but he tried to absorb everything he could. This truly was a unique opportunity for his knowledge. The strength of that lightning made no sense. It consumed such a vast sphere of earth in Atherion that it practically altered the planet’s weight distribution. Absolutely everyone in this world felt it; there was not a single mage who didn’t know something had happened. Reality itself was being broken in a way completely different from how Kayden did it. He was able to annihilate it up to a certain percentage, while this lightning left nothing—it was the true absolute void imposed upon reality. And in fact, reality already no longer existed. Kayden didn’t know where he was, or how he even was.