Creating Heavenly Laws-Chapter 503

From the dawn of the universe until now, even factoring in the occasional intelligence from outside in the chaotic void, there had never been mention of an Eleven-level lifeform who could withstand a Rank Twelve’s power.

“Hmm?”

Within Humanity’s territory, Xuanyuan Strongest One and Xia Qin the Strongest One both sensed a sudden shift in their expressions.

A Rank Twelve’s attack was so immense that hiding it was impossible. At the very instant those ten-plus Rank Twelves descended upon the spacetime black hole—when the Tianyu Race Strongest One made his move—Humanity’s nine Strongest Ones had already noticed.

“That group of old fossils…”

Xuanyuan Strongest One processed the situation with lightning speed, immediately deducing that more than ten alien Rank Twelves must be targeting Lin Yuan.

Because Lin Yuan had concealed himself from cause-and-effect, not only were alien Rank Twelves unaware of his details, but Humanity’s Strongest Ones also couldn’t glean much from cause-and-effect.

Swish.

Stepping forward, Xuanyuan Strongest One’s true body crossed billions of light-years in an instant, rushing toward the spacetime black hole. The other Human Strongest Ones did likewise.

“Lin Yuan…” Xia Qin the Strongest One felt a surge of apprehension.

A hundred years ago, he had proposed relocating Lin Yuan’s true body to the Central Star Region—Humanity’s safest spot. Once he learned Lin Yuan was master of the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, he dropped that idea. After all, what was safer than the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm?

“With the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm blocking cause-and-effect, those old fossils can’t harm Lin Yuan’s true body. As for memory corruption? The Milky Way Star Lord’s mental will is at least on par with ours at Rank Twelve. Such corruption won’t work.”

His thoughts flashed, and he exhaled quietly.

In his view, there was no way the alien Rank Twelves could do anything to Lin Yuan. At best, they might kill one of Lin Yuan’s avatars.

But still, Xia Qin and Xuanyuan and the rest of the nine Human Strongest Ones did not slacken. Even if the aliens couldn’t truly harm Lin Yuan, it was still a direct attack on him.

At Rank Twelve, attacking an Eleven-level being violated an unwritten rule among Strongest Ones.

…

Rumble.

The crushing weight of spacetime intensified.

From on high, the Tianyu Race patriarch stared coldly at Lin Yuan, continuing to press down his right hand.

Everything from their appearance to action had taken place in a flash. Even if the Milky Way Star Lord tried to self-destruct this avatar, he wouldn’t have enough time. Self-destruction requires at least a moment, and the instant he decided to do it, that palm would have already subdued him.

Yet—

In the eyes of the ten-plus Rank Twelves watching, the Star Lord—who looked dazed just a moment before—merely took a half-step backward.

That single step felt like the distance of an entire universe, causing the patriarch’s descending palm to hit empty space.

The fierce ripples in spacetime—enough to wipe out an Eleven-level being—abruptly grew silent a few meters from Lin Yuan.

“What…?”

The Tianyu patriarch froze in astonishment. A Rank Twelve strike had just missed.

He had contemplated multiple scenarios: perhaps Lin Yuan would rely on some Human “ancestral weapon” to endure the blow. Although that was unlikely—those top-level weapons wouldn’t be handed to an avatar. On super-large battlefields, only the mightiest Rank Elevens carried “ancestral weapons,” and they were all under the watchful eyes of the Rank Twelve Strongest Ones.

But missing altogether?

He couldn’t comprehend it. Plainly, this was a direct confrontation on the plane of rules. Brute-forcing the blow might have come from external resources, but contending with him at the rule level signified that the Milky Way Star Lord’s rule comprehension wasn’t one bit inferior to his.

All around, the other Rank Twelves stared grimly. At this point, they realized that in terms of rule comprehension, the Milky Way Star Lord had indeed reached Rank Twelve. Possibly not only reached their level, but even surpassed it.

Otherwise, how could an Eleven-level being casually evade an Strongest One’s blow without some extreme artifact or technique?

This meant their vow to come here and crush him had become a joke. If Lin Yuan’s rule comprehension was on a level that high, even if his lifeform tier was still Eleven—he simply wouldn’t be subdued. Because if it came down to it, he had the ability to self-destruct this avatar before they could fully restrain him.

And employing that drop of bizarre blood required a total suppression—his mind forcibly silenced. Now it was basically impossible.

Lin Yuan wasn’t stupid. The moment he sensed he was about to be completely overpowered, he would self-destruct.

In that instant, all ten-some Rank Twelves fell into an odd hush, including the Tianyu patriarch.

“Since you’ve come, it would be impolite not to reciprocate,” Lin Yuan said, smiling gently.

“Have a taste of my punch.”

He moved forward a step and unleashed a punch containing Seventh Stage spacetime power. Wherever it passed, spacetime itself caved in, directed at the Tianyu patriarch, who was momentarily still in a daze.

“Not good!”

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Facing it head-on, the patriarch’s expression shifted. He sensed that, while the raw destructive level of this punch wasn’t especially high, its manipulated spacetime rules were boundless. A direct hit, even for a Rank Twelve, wouldn’t be pleasant.

Just as he was about to respond, he looked into Lin Yuan’s eyes: they were unfathomably deep, like an endless abyss.

Soul Attack Secret Art—Abyssal Eyes.

This was Lin Yuan’s chosen reward upon clearing the seventh level of the Devil Jade Tower as an Eleven-level being: a rare secret art targeting one’s mind. Right now, Lin Yuan’s mental will exceeded 40 million points, the equivalent of a peak Path-Clearing being. With that, the Abyssal Eyes could momentarily daze even a Rank Twelve Strongest One, whose powerful life foundation normally offered high resistance.

Wham!

Lin Yuan’s punch did not literally connect with the patriarch’s body, but all that surging spacetime force poured into him.

“You—!”

Breaking free from the Abyssal Eyes with some effort, the patriarch felt his energy in disarray, even his inner universe trembling. He stumbled back seven or eight steps before stabilizing.

His gaze toward Lin Yuan turned more solemn than ever.

In that fleeting moment, Lin Yuan had displayed two methods powerful enough to threaten a Rank Twelve Strongest One:

A direct mind-attack secret art that snared the Tianyu patriarch’s consciousness for several breaths.An ordinary strike that channeled monstrous spacetime force.

Yes, the patriarch had not taken Lin Yuan seriously. Even after the Star Lord showed rule comprehension beyond that of the Rank Twelves, he still hadn’t adjusted his attitude. Because rule comprehension is one thing, destructive power is another. With a Rank Twelve’s hundred-thousand-light-year inner world, how could an Eleven-level being’s strike possibly break through?

Yet that soul attack, combined with Lin Yuan’s punch, truly shocked him.

“What!”

“Was that punch from the Milky Way Star Lord?”

“How is this possible?”

The other ten-plus Rank Twelves were equally stunned. They were still caught up in how insane Lin Yuan’s rule comprehension was, yet now they saw that the blow he landed actually forced the patriarch back by seven or eight steps. In other words, it carried near–Rank Twelve might.

“Shame… Right now, I’m just a Primordial Soul. If my real body were the one throwing this punch, the patriarch would at least be injured,” Lin Yuan thought with a sigh.

Compared to his true body, the Yang Primordial Soul was too limited. The real body’s inner world extended eleven light-years; this Primordial Soul’s was just over one light-year. By bridging that gap through Seventh Stage spacetime comprehension—and a hint of external chaos rule—he could fully release “a thousand percent” of his force. Otherwise, the Tianyu patriarch wouldn’t have budged.

From a distance, Xuanyuan Strongest One, still hastening to the scene, was dumbfounded. He knew Lin Yuan’s real body remained in the Mysterious Emperor Secret Realm, meaning what confronted the alien Strongest Ones was just an avatar.

An avatar—relying on no external Rank Twelve artifact—managed to knock back a Rank Twelve by seven or eight steps?

What did that imply?

Lin Yuan was still only Rank Eleven, with a massive gulf in life level and inner world volume compared to a Rank Twelve. Yet, purely through his own power, he had unleashed a Rank Twelve-level strike?

“Even with unbelievably high rule comprehension—Sixth Stage spacetime peak, or even Seventh Stage—he’s still bound by an Eleven-level life foundation. How could he shake a Rank Twelve Strongest One?”

Xia Qin the Strongest One was likewise incredulous. He didn’t doubt Lin Yuan, but the spectacle should have been impossible under normal logic.

…

Within the Calamity Race Territory, in its deepest unknown region, a plain wooden hut stood. A Calamity Race Strongest One sat out front, observing the scene of more than ten Rank Twelves cornering Lin Yuan near the spacetime black hole. As the universe’s most mysterious race—and one of two to possess peak Path-Clearing power—they had the means to view what was happening in that place.

“Incredible,” murmured the Calamity Race Strongest One outside the hut, having witnessed Lin Yuan’s single punch that forced back the Tianyu patriarch. The blow contained fearsome rule fluctuations.

“A single avatar’s punch has reached near–Rank Twelve might?”

A voice from inside the hut spoke in a shaken tone. The implications were too great. They could see Lin Yuan hadn’t used any external treasure, which made it all the more astonishing.

“It seems that fleeting gaze that spied on us a while ago must have come from the Milky Way Star Lord,” the Calamity Race Strongest One continued.

Although he didn’t know precisely how Lin Yuan unleashed such a blow, the spacetime rules involved—especially their interplay—were beyond his understanding. Putting two and two together, it confirmed that the observer who had peered at this domain earlier was indeed Lin Yuan.

“Our Calamity Race has existed through epoch after epoch, seeing countless ‘geniuses.’ We’ve even encountered those who reached peak Path-Clearing right before a cosmic collapse. But this Milky Way Star Lord…” The Strongest One outside the hut spoke softly, full of awe.

Most races believed the Calamity Race originated in the previous epoch. In truth, their history extended far beyond that. Through epoch after epoch, with each cosmic collapse wiping out every record, only traces from the last epoch carried forward. Yet the Calamity Race’s two founders had witnessed too many so-called geniuses. Next to Lin Yuan, though?

No comparison.

Those “geniuses” who ascended to peak Path-Clearing before cosmic destruction were nothing next to the Milky Way Star Lord.

“Good thing you refused to join those Rank Twelves in besieging him,” came the voice from within the hut.

Given what the Milky Way Star Lord just displayed, even if the two Calamity Race founders personally acted, they couldn’t do much. At best, they could destroy that one avatar. But the Star Lord’s real body still existed. Even without reaching Rank Twelve, he’d used one avatar to produce a near–Rank Twelve blow. Once he truly crossed into Rank Twelve…

Who in the universe could stand against him then?

No one would.

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