The geometric, crystalline white-gold ruins of the shattered multiversal court didn't just collapse; they violently melted into waves of liquid platinum as the newly unsealed Primal Void-Rift expanded across a fifty-million-mile radius. The ambient spatial fabric of the upper cosmos turned into a series of massive, spinning geometric singularities, humming with the absolute, suffocating authority of the Primal Source Court—the ultimate, mythical council that had quietly dictated the physical constants of the multi-verse since the dawn of time.Emerging from the center of the grand primordial fold was an endless, terrifying armada of white-gold interstellar dreadnoughts, led by the Supreme Creator himself. His colossal profile was forged from pure, condensed cosmic singularity and ancient temporal laws, his giant silver eyes looking down at the incoming black jet with an unshakeable, universal disdain."The terrestrial hybrid Ethan Vance has successfully executed the lower judges..." t

The fracture lines radiating across the lead Chief Auditor’s ancient white-gold gavel widened exponentially, glowing with a volatile, deep-purple plasma flare that threatened to vaporize the surrounding molecular grid of the Jiangcheng financial center.The thousand elite corporate titans and mountain patriarchs who had gathered to witness the wedding were flat on their faces along the red carpet, their bodies shaking violently, their mouths coughing black blood under the sudden, multi-dimensional gravity field generated by the Multiversal Origin Court.But in the center of the shattered floral altar, Ethan Vance didn't move a single millimeter. One hand remained casually buried deep within his trouser pocket, his dark-indigo silk wedding tuxedo pristine without a single speck of dust or white icing. His unsealed golden pupils dilated into cold, bottomless slits of primordial majesty as his two bare fingers remained clamped over the multi-hundred-foot cosmic hammer like an unbreakable

The morning sky over the Jiangcheng industrial sector didn't just darken; it turned into a terrifying, multi-mile-wide mechanical eclipse as the Supreme Chancellor's Judgment Dreadnought successfully completed its spatial drop through the upper atmospheric layers. The colossal white-gold battleship, stretching over three thousand meters long, generated a continuous, high-frequency Gravity-Inversion Array that caused the surrounding rivers and concrete highways to softly detach from the earth, floating in the empty air like weightless dust.Down on the rain-slicked pavement outside the warehouse ruins, the remaining regional corporate titans were flat on their faces, their bodies trembling violently as the descending antimatter cannon batteries locked onto the city center's coordinate grid.This wasn't a standard cultivation strike; it was a total galaxy extinction protocol dispatched by Supreme Chancellor Vaelen to permanently erase the Sovereign lineage and reclaim the Chronos-Key.E

The multi-dimensional spatial fabric over the smoking ruins of the Highest Citadel didn't just split; it collapsed into a swirling, ink-black geometric singularity that spanned across a ten-million-mile radius. The ambient void of the upper cosmos turned into a chaotic field of pulsing silver plasma arcs, vibrating with the absolute, crushing authority of the Cosmic Primordial Empire—the true ancestral overlords who had dictated the physical laws of the primary realm since the dawn of creation.Emerging from the center of the towering starlight gateway was a colossal, armored flagship forged from prehistoric Meteor-Iron Alloy—stretching over five hundred meters long. The dreadnought’s black hull was engraved with glowing, stellar runes that generated a localized gravity net capable of crushing an entire lower cultivation planet into microscopic dust.Standing on the central bridge deck, surrounded by three thousand elite star-cultivators clad in liquid-silver armor, was the Cosmic Har

The cosmic canvas of the highest Empyrean Domain didn't just tremble; it violently imploded as a multi-million-mile-wide bleeding fissure tore through the fabric of the stellar galaxy. The platinum-rimmed gateway in the stars pulsed with a terrifying, absolute frequency, releasing a cascade of silent, white-hot antimatter lightning that instantly turned the surrounding moons into floating spheres of shattered crystal.Emerging from the center of the dimensional rift was the Prime Celestial Emperor—a five-thousand-year-old entity whose colossal silhouette was forged from pure, condensed starlight and cosmic laws.His giant, luminous silver eyes stared down at the approaching black jet with an unshakeable, universal disdain that caused the local space-time relativity to rapidly warp and fracture."Mortal heretic Ethan Vance..." the Celestial Emperor’s booming, multidimensional decree echoed across the entire stellar system, carrying a divine weight that threatened to implode the bedrock