Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1063 [The Supreme Hand - Reality-Shattering Fist!]

A massive white sphere of light hovered beneath the dome of the Realm of Truth, like an eternal sun forcibly transplanted from beyond the heavens into this domain torn apart by darkness and order. It illuminated all the shadows and blind spots within the Wall of Truth, completely stripping away the Netherworld dwellings upon which the Night Demons depended for their growth.

The moment the sphere of light unfurled its thirty-six pairs of wings, rotated its three divine rings, and opened its thirty-six hundred and fifty thousand blazing eyes, the entire Realm of Truth resonated with a sound that did not belong to the mortal world. The echo of that resonance transformed into a sound emanating from the Ether Spirit itself.

【Elemental Impact: A Pilgrimage to a Blazing Paradise —!!!】

"Holy indeed."

"Holy indeed."

"Holy is the Sovereign."

“Praise be to the King who descended from the light.”

"Praise be to the scribe lord who is as far as the stars as the sky."

"Praise the sun that does not burn with flames, yet burns away the darkness."

"He is the rising sun, the tower of knowledge, and the crown of angels."

"Holy, holy, holy!"

"Praise be to Kshirok!!!"

"Praise be to Kshirok!!!"

"Praise be to Kshirok!!!"

This is a worship echo from the source of ether. When a sufficiently high and complete divine will is projected into reality, the ether itself automatically confirms and reveres the information integration body. This is the collective instinct of all spiritualities, who unconditionally submit to that flawless center of order.

The sphere of light began to expand.

The intense yet non-combustible white light spread in all directions at speeds exceeding physical limits. Its expansion trajectory did not extend outward naturally, but rather gradually compressed the stubbornly resisting dark space within the Wall of Truth, turning the Night Demon's infiltration structure into dust.

The darkness was torn apart, layer by layer, emitting a shriek similar to the tearing of metal by a sudden drop in deep-sea pressure. The stable structure that the Night Demon had maintained within it collapsed continuously, and dark cracks ignited in the light. The holy fire radiating inward from the Wall of Self-Discipline intertwined and merged with the ultra-high-dimensional heat waves pushing outward from the core of the light sphere, forming a double blockade zone advancing towards the center of the universe's rules.

Only three breaths of time.

Within the Wall of Law, the half of darkness that was originally lurking in the shadows began to compress violently, forced and squeezed by the power of light, gradually converging into a vortex-shaped focal point in the center of the Realm of Truth.

There, two extremely discordant entities finally emerged.

A shadow, a crystal.

At the intersection of the Realm of Light and the Rift of Darkness, within the ultimate enclosure constructed by the Wall of Truth, that eerie object finally emerged into the world's view.

【A dazzling, unconventional trioctahedron】.

It rotates, breathes, and seems to be a rational structure with some kind of activity, composed of transparent yet metallic lattices, its surface constantly refracting strange colors.

Beside it, an ancient, eerie presence that made the air murmur finally emerged from the dark abyss, extending its tentacles and wings.

Night Demon, appear.

It was a strange, shadowy shape, yet it possessed a remarkably specific outline: its body resembled countless intertwined, jet-black tentacles, gliding through the air like snakes, bats, and wings; it had no face, only a smooth blank space, yet that blank space conveyed a sense of depravity, eeriness, predatory instinct, and oppression; two pairs of bat wings extended from its back, each tremor disrupting space, making reality seem as if it were being torn apart by unhealable cracks.

It looks quite similar to the demons depicted in traditional murals.

At the moment it descended, Saint Cuthbert stood before the light, holding the still-until [Scales of Law] in his left hand and raising the heavy mace [Hammer of Punishment], which had been ignited by divine flames, in his right.

As the deity stepped into the darkness, flames surged forth. Like an executor of judgment, with each step he took, golden flames erupted from the ground, swirling and dancing like fiery patterns of law, each step setting the bottom line of the laws governing this space.

The Night Demon glides silently, like a flowing dark sea, instantly forming a vortex of countless tentacles that rush towards it. Each of these tentacles can cause ordinary creatures to lose themselves and fall into madness in an instant.

But Saint Cuthbert did not back down. His eyes shone like the sun, and the halo of law behind him trembled. As the first tentacle of the Night Demon extended, he raised his right arm and smashed down the Hammer of Punishment, which burned with divine flames, with thunderous force.

[The Hammer of Punishment - Consistency of Crime - Judgment!]

Boom!
"Hiss hiss hiss~~~~"

The Night Demon's vanguard instantly melted away like snow, the darkness exploded, and its tentacles burst into fragmented shadows, which were then burned into transparent ash by the flames.

However, it was not eliminated.

Where there is light, there is darkness.

No matter how strong the light may be, darkness will not easily disappear.

At that moment, the Night Demon spawned from another location inside the Wall of Truth, and Saint Cuthbert instantly rushed to its side.

The scales in his left hand tilted slowly, and seven orbs of light floated up. As the Night Demon approached, they transformed into seven divine chains of commandment, which suddenly fell from the sky, instantly dividing the entire battlefield into seven realms. Each realm blocked a part of its interdimensional cross-linking and spiritual erosion paths, preventing it from infiltrating from behind, flanking, splitting, or multiplying.

The Night Demon was tightly bound to the center of the Realm of Truth by the Seven Laws of Law. Its body was no longer as formless and fluid as before, but was forcibly pulled back from the abstract chaotic will to a state close to existence. It was a kind of condensation that was almost blasphemous to the sacred boundary, just as the night itself tried to turn into flesh and blood to resist the constraints of light and order.

It began to struggle.

Darkness surged like a deep sea flowing against the current, and the Night Demon's body, like tentacles and mist churning on the seabed, trembled, intertwined, and entangled between the seven chains. As soon as each chain tightened, countless dark spiritual threads spewed out from the Night Demon's body, attempting to corrupt the divine authority and disrupt the foundation of the chains' order by disturbing the laws.

“Ah ...

The Night Demon screamed!

It was a spiritual roar that did not come through vocal cords or language, a pure chaotic feedback that could cause all spirits to collapse, gods to tremble, and rules to shake. It was as if a gaze from a higher dimension was coming from a distant dimension, coldly watching this cage of light and those beings that tried to bind it.

But at the heart of the dark roar, Saint Cuthbert remained motionless.

He stood at the intersection of the seven chains of law, the divine light on his body already eroded and shattered, the holy robes on his shoulders scorched by shadows, his helmet broken, half of his face already exposed, blood spilling from the corner of his lips, yet he did not stop.

His left hand gripped the [Scales of Law] tightly, and the seven orbs of light vibrated violently. Each orb seemed to be a dimensional anchor point bearing the laws of the entire plane, while the [Hammer of Punishment] held high in his right hand was still burning with flames. Those flames no longer came from the fire domain controlled by the gods, but from his divinity—the essence of his faith, the meaning of his existence, and the source of all his power.

click-

A crystal-clear cracking sound ripped through the sky.

That wasn't the sound of a hammer striking, but rather the divine crown behind him—that silver halo—that, after vigorous operation, finally revealed cracks.

At first, it was just a barely perceptible thin line, but then it spread out at an astonishing speed, like a spider web instantly spreading across the silver halo. But Saint Cuthbert remained completely unfazed, without even a moment's hesitation.

He stood firm as a mountain, his eyes burning like gold, a solitary anchor in the face of the Night Demon. His voice, carried through the flames, was calm yet awe-inspiring:

"Now, it's your turn to act—Abraham!!!"

As he finished speaking, seven chains suddenly pierced through like starlight, firmly binding every boundary path of the Night Demon, causing its counter-attack to lose the possibility of proliferation and rotation for a short period of time.

In the entire Realm of Truth, light and darkness intertwined in an instant, divine fire and shadow pressure coexisted, and the world seemed to be stretched into two poles.

And right at this critical juncture, between the ground and the sky, the white, blazing sun hanging in the sky began to burn fiercely.

Logically speaking, Night Demons are not beings that the real world can tolerate.

It is a higher-dimensional embodiment of darkness, its true form residing outside the realm of ideas. Its conceptual essence is closer to a kind of "light-devouring reflection" and "superposition of the cataclysmic events" in multiple universes.

For such an existence, attacks, contact, and seals in the conventional sense are all ineffective—any attempt to observe it will only cause the information to feed back to itself, contaminate the observer, or cause the observation point to automatically annihilate in the causal structure.

Why was the lockdown in San Cuthbert effective?
Because what he is burning at this moment is not power, but the information structure of the divinity itself.

As a deity of faith, his existence is a projection of the order shaped by the hearts of millions of believers, essentially an infinitely iterative body of ordered information.

Now, he actively deconstructs this whole, forcibly breaking it down into seven informational laws, and then uses himself as a real anchor point to nail it into the foundation of the realm of truth, thereby shattering his own unity in exchange for a structured contact ability.

Thus, amidst the chaotic backflow constantly fed back by the Night Demon, Saint Cuthbert barely managed to construct an anti-entropy container capable of containing his existence through the burning of his divine essence.

This is not suppression, but rather a binding of information at an equal level. At the cost of a god destroying its own information stability, it completes the binding of a higher-dimensional conceptual entity.

Xia Xiu, however, was completely different.

He is a quirky individual.

After transforming into [Khirok], Xia Xiu became one with [Metatron], who represents divinity.

Although he is still unable to directly confront a true Star in terms of numerical strength, in terms of authority mechanics, he is already part of the Stars.

Metatron's three main mechanics are actually quite overpowered, such as the second authority: the Hand of the Supreme.

It can access and reconstruct all magical elements, EVE particles, ARad fields, supernatural markers, Mymu elements, Mymu viruses, and other extraordinary factors that come into contact with a target, and nullify magical abilities upon contact.

At this moment, this authority is fully invoked within the luminous body of [Khirok].

The luminous halo, which was originally just a divine structure, suddenly began to expand and evolve, like a flare crack emanating from the core of a giant sun. Two pure white and dazzling giant fist shadows appeared around the blazing sphere of light.

This is a new ability called [Khirlock] developed by Xia Xiu.

As its computing power in Ethereum floating-point operations increases, the skill list of the Annihilation Form is also constantly being updated.

Its current annihilation form's skill list is as follows:

Holy Hymn, Holy Light Sovereign - Eternal Fire, Sun Domain (The Day of End), Pilgrimage Hymn to the Blazing Paradise, Death Ray Reincarnation, Dimensional Blade.

Now he is trying to incorporate the "Supreme Hand" as well, using his newly added Trinity permissions and computing power to develop new skills.

At this moment, two floating fists of light appeared around the white, blazing sun.

And that's the new skill he developed.

[The Supreme Hand - Reality-Shattering Fist -!!!]

The blazing white fist shadows flashed, their attack method not being to strike the target with a simple linear path, but to appear instantly on both sides of the enemy.

The spatial structure suddenly folded, and two fists abruptly crossed the boundary of the material world, appearing directly in the blind spot of observation around the Night Demon—the gap between reality and unreality under the high-dimensional projection, the foundation of the Night Demon's conceptual anchor point and the index value of its ideas to maintain its own conceptual stability.

The next instant, the two fist shadows collided head-on, but instead of blocking each other, they triggered an annihilation impact similar to the collapse of the universe at the moment of their intersection.

Reality-shattering punch!!!
Like the sky shattering, or higher-dimensional logic being stripped away, the entire realm of truth was thrown into violent turmoil by this attack. Layered spaces continued to fall off, and the sky turned into fragments flying like torn data. Logic began to collapse, and the laws became distorted.

The fist struck the center, and reality was forcibly torn apart at that point!
That wasn't the sound of matter breaking apart, but rather a conceptual misalignment.

The whole world seemed to have a bug when the game crashed. Pixelated color blocks kept appearing at the edge of the space of the Realm of Truth. Bright but discordant color blocks suddenly inserted into dimensions that should not exist, inverting, flashing, and distorting. Everything was as chaotic and distorted as a distorted video stream.

Around the Night Demon, the high-dimensional conceptual fluids that were originally surging out began to be drawn away in reverse like a waterfall. Its nightmarish and unbearable body was being crushed by some kind of mechanism, a destructive impact that ignored defense and existence.

sizzle~~~
At the same time, the air was also polluted by some kind of red noise.

It was a red that could not be categorized by the natural spectrum, an extremely oppressive red, a threat from beyond the eye, spreading rapidly around the Night Demon like a cracked electronic network.

This is another power of the Black Wall Protocol that Xia Xiu developed using his own [Constancy Ring], and at this moment it has also been written into the information of the Crushing Fist.

Red geometric images flashed around the Night Demon, with red trails of light trailing from the ends of all the lines, like severed nerve fibers.

Then, his two fists closed with the precision of a giant's arms, tightly gripping that mass of darkness, that terrifying shadow that seemed to swallow even the light!
Light and shadow intersected in mid-air, and the blazing white fist, like a holy sword, sealed the cracks, stripping the Night Demon from multiple dimensions and compressing it into a geometric point that could barely be observed in reality.

Then, the two light fists suddenly exerted their power.

Boom-!
That dark, struggling, roaring chaotic entity was violently hurled out by the blazing hand of the Lord of the Heavens—towards that shimmering, multifaceted, trioctahedron.

When the Night Demon came into contact with it, the polyhedron suddenly began to rotate. As each face slowly flipped, the structure of the trioctahedron began to unfold.

The originally closed geometry began to deconstruct itself along its internal dimensional axis, opening up face by face, revealing an abyssal light that could not be looked at directly, like a void formed by the overlapping of multiple high-dimensional mirrors, empty of everything, yet capable of containing everything.

The Night Demon's shadow crashed into the unfolding octahedron, emitting a tearing shriek that defied physical logic. Its body seemed to completely disintegrate before that strange geometric light, turning into countless fine, reddish fragments of light, which were drawn into the slowly closing seal like molten starlight raindrops.

The polyhedron continues to rotate.

Every surface is closing, and at the moment each surface closes, a law of existence is locked in place.

Finally, after the last vestige of the Night Demon's struggle was absorbed into the core, the polyhedron suddenly closed up.

Click.

The world is quiet.