All his clones, no matter which direction they were heading, suddenly stopped.
One by one, they teleported back.
That moment, the perished clone also resurrected in an instant.
Now, 2,000 clones stood in perfect formation, surrounding the enemy forces. Without hesitation, they raised their hands in unison.
From the depths of the void, an unfathomable power surged. Pure void energy condensed—compressed—then condensed again, over and over, until its density reached an unfathomable level.
Black hole-like spheres of destruction swirled above each clone, spinning with a terrifying gravitational pull.
Then—
They threw them.
Each black sphere shot toward the same point—merging, compressing, spiraling together into a single entity.
A massive, pitch-black void sphere, over 100 kilometers in radius, formed in the sky.
It pulsed ominously.
It devoured the very light around it.
It fell.
The 10,000 Primordial Immortal Realm cultivators below froze, their eyes locked onto the descending abyss of annihilation.
Their minds screamed in confusion.
"What the hell is going on?!"
Yet the answer came the moment the sphere touched the ground.
An unfathomable gravitational force erupted, dragging everything into it—the land, the air, even the very essence of existence.
The clones, too, were pulled in—willingly merging with the void sphere, fueling its destruction.
Then—
Annihilation.
The sphere collapsed upon itself, unleashing a spiraling explosion that devoured everything in a 1 million square kilometer radius.
The land twisted.
The sky shattered.
The explosion pulled everything inward, crushing it to a singularity—before an eerie silence remained.
When the dust settled, what remained was a crater vast enough to birth entire oceans.
Nothing else.
Countless cultivators from other universes who happened to be within the destruction range were caught in the crossfire and attained eternal peace before they even realized what had happened.
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Meanwhile, within the underground palace, Xu Tianran felt something stir deep within him. Destruction—it felt like freedom.
He hadn''t even used his full power, yet the devastation was already beyond comprehension. A thought took root in his mind—what if he unleashed everything? What if he let loose without restraint?
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes. He wanted to feel it—to wield absolute power and watch as everything crumbled before him.
The rush. The exhilaration. The sheer power surging through his very being.
He wanted to laugh. No, he needed to laugh.
Here, where no one could see him. Where no one could hear him.
"Heheheheh… kekekeke… hahahah… HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
His laughter echoed through the underground palace, a symphony of madness and triumph intertwining. The desire to destroy, dominate, and reign supreme burned fiercer than ever.
His breathing grew rapid, his chest rising and falling like a raging storm. His heartbeat—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!—pounded like a thundering war drum, shaking his very core.
The urge surged within him. A wild, untamed desire to let loose, to erase everything, to turn this entire Battle Realm into nothingness until only his name remained at the top—Rank One.
Hah… He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. His pulsating heart slowed, but the desire? It never faded. It lurked beneath the surface, a beast waiting to be unleashed.
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After slightly calming down, Xu Tianran checked his system. His Devour Points had skyrocketed to an astonishing 380,000 trillion. If he could, he would have celebrated for an entire week. But how could he waste such an unprecedented opportunity?
The Universe Will itself was practically feeding him with both hands—offering him an endless feast of power, waiting to be devoured.
With a single thought, 2,000 clones materialized once more.
This time, he repeated the same strategy—spreading them across the battlefield. Every opportunity had to be seized; not a single one could be missed. One after another, the clones vanished into the void, scattering across the battlefield like a storm of annihilation.
At the same time, the name Xu Tianran (Aspara) skyrocketed on the central screen of the Battle Realm—visible not just within the realm, but across several universes.
The reactions were instant—shock, disbelief, and awe.
A nameless cultivator from a nameless universe had reached Rank 1 at an unimaginable speed. The means he used were even more terrifying—in a single moment, an entire universe''s Primordial Immortal Realm powerhouses had been wiped out.
Millions of cultivators across the Battle Realm had witnessed the destruction firsthand. Those near the blast zone had seen the scene with their own eyes, their minds replaying the sheer devastation.
Every detail matched the screen''s ranking update.
The proof was undeniable.
The absolute destruction that had shaken countless universes…
Was caused by one person.
Xu Tianran.
Rank 1.
Meanwhile, Tian Mozi watched the rankings, his face frozen in utter shock and disbelief.
"No way… No way! Impossible!"
Someone from their so-called "useless" universe had attained Rank 1? Not just that—the name.
Xu Tianran.
His false disciple. The one who had severed their connection.
The mere thought sent a phantom pain rippling through his very existence, a reminder of the excruciating agony he had suffered that day. His face twisted into something sour, ugly, and restless.
"Could it be him?"
"No… It can''t be. But—what if it is?"
A deep, chilling unease coiled in his chest.
For the first time in his life, Tian Mozi felt something he had never experienced before—
A fear so absolute, it felt like destruction itself was looming over him.
Meanwhile, Xu Tianran couldn''t care less about rankings.
With his skyrocketing Devour Points, what did rank even matter?
Once he left the Battle Realm and returned to his universe, he wouldn''t just be strong—he would stand at the absolute peak, above all powerhouses across every universe.
Xu Tianran remained cautious—but never cowardly.
If an enemy appeared that he couldn''t handle, what could he do without the strength to face them?
He couldn''t place his trust in others. Once they fell, who would stop the threat?
Only himself.
Only absolute power could guarantee his survival.
Upon seeing the rankings, countless cultivators grew restless.
A no-name from a no-name universe had seized Rank 1 at an unbelievable speed—how could they accept this?
They wanted his head.
But there was a problem—no one knew where Xu Tianran was.
The only clue? The site of destruction.
Yet, when they arrived… there was nothing.
No lingering aura. No remains. Only an eerie silence—a void where existence itself had been erased.
The more they searched, the deeper their fear grew.
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Meanwhile, deep underground, Xu Tianran activated Brainstorming 2.0, his mind calculating the most efficient way to eliminate these arrogant fools.
System Prompt: Set trap.
Upon seeing this, an idea struck Xu Tianran.
One final masterpiece.
Something that would remain in his memories forever before he left the Battle Realm.
His clones instantly teleported back to his underground palace. There, he began a new task—producing Void Erasure Bombs with their help.
One bomb per second. Non-stop.
Seconds turned to minutes.
Minutes to hours.
A full day passed.
Even with his terrifying mental endurance, he felt drained. Doing the same boring thing over and over again had finally worn him down.
But now, it was done.
The perfect trap.
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With his plan in place, his clones morphed—taking on the forms of the deceased cultivators they had slain.
Each clone carried an absurd number of Void Erasure Bombs—enough to unleash a full combat power strike that would engrave this moment into history.
Then, they spread out.
One clone whispered to another.
That one to two more.
Then ten.
Then a thousand.
Then a million.
The rumors spread like wildfire.
An unknown powerhouse—Xu Tianran—had appeared in a dense, ancient forest.
And in the center of it all, one of his clones stood alone—surrounded by millions of cultivators.
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"Alas... you have forced me."
His voice rang out, cutting through the tension like a blade.
The cultivators hesitated.
Was he about to self-destruct?
Then—they laughed.
What could one self-destruction do?
At most, a small injury to a handful of them.
Wouldn''t he just be humiliating himself?
Laughter filled the forest.
But before they could laugh any further—
They felt it.
A single, primal instinct surged through every cell of their being—RUN!
Escape.
Teleport.
Activate life-saving treasures.
Anything.
But it was too late.
The clone smiled.
"Alas… too late. Goodbye."
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5 BILLION VOID ERASURE BOMBS DETONATED IN UNISON.
At the same time—the clones triggered their Void Erasure Spiral.
Black hole after black hole formed.
They merged, spiraling into one another.
The void itself shattered.
Space collapsed.
A singularity formed.
It spiraled.
Then compressed.
Then expanded—collapsing inward once more.
Finally—
BOOOOOOOOM!
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A single explosion.
One moment, millions of cultivators existed.
The next? Nothing.
A void ball of 1,000,000 km in diameter swallowed them all—before triggering a chain reaction.
Like an atomic bomb, but on a cosmic scale, the explosion surged outward—erasing 10 TRILLION SQUARE KILOMETERS.
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Across the Battle Realm, the ranking list changed instantly.
Names vanished.
Cultivators ceased to exist.
For the first time in history, something of this magnitude had happened.
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In the vast void, far beyond any universe, a temple floated in the endless nothingness.
A Celestial God Realm powerhouse, an existence above all, sat undisturbed—until now.
His eyes snapped open, his expression unreadable.
Something had shaken the balance of the Battle Realm.
The ranking system was absolute—the bottom 100 universes were meant to be sacrificed, devoured to sustain the cosmos.
But now—several universes'' cultivators had perished in an instant.
This was not how things could happen.
But before he could voice his doubts, a cold, mechanical voice echoed from the Order Cortex:
"Recalculating universe rankings: the first 100 universes, where all cultivators are eliminated, shall take the last 100 ranks and be designated for devouring."