Chapter 913: A mistake, they say...
One of the Rulers narrowed his eyes and raised his hand, crackling with energy.
"You’ve caused enough chaos. Whatever hatred you carry dies with you today."
Another moved forward, his voice cold.
"You were a mistake nature should have erased long ago. Reaching this far was already more than you deserved."
Together, two of the Rulers moved, their combined power making the sky collapse.
This time, they weren’t holding back.
They were going to end him.
Azazeal let out a low, hoarse laugh, warm blood trickling down his lips. All seven of his battered bodies had been thrown onto the floating Gate, which remained floating despite the chaos that occurred around it.
He gripped it tightly to steady himself, his blood spilling across the ancient, glowing golden surface, staining it with defiance.
"A mistake?"
Seven identical voices echoed in unison—fractured, hollow, shattered beyond repair.
His gaze was empty, devoid of light, as if something inside him had long since died.
"Indeed... I’m a great mistake nature itself created. But—but even that nature couldn’t erase me—so who the hell are you to try?"
He shouted, his gaze trembling—eerie red and dark lines creeping out from his irises to cover his pale skin, making him look like a true demon. His voice cracked with fury.
But the Rulers remained unfazed by his outburst. Their eyes were filled with clear disdain and pity. Whatever faint awe they once held for him had long since faded.
Seven of the nine Rulers floated behind, watching as the remaining two launched their attack. The strike was clearly strong enough to erase the man’s body, soul, and even his consciousness entirely—meant to leave behind no trace of his existence.
Their eyes were haughty—merciless.
Those arrogant eyes reminded Azazeal of the eyes of those who had slaughtered his parents, his people—his entire race.
All in the name of purging evil.
But he knew the truth.
He had seen it.
They laughed when they killed.
They didn’t do it out of justice.
They did it because they coveted the rare Celestial power his race was born with.
Tears of blood trickled from his glowing eyes as the forgotten past clawed its way back. Yet, his lips stretched into a smirk.
A mistake, they say...
Indeed.
The existence of the whole blessed race—was a mistake. If they had never existed to begin with, if nature had not created them,
would they still have met such a cruel fate?
Would he have come this far?
Would he have become this monster?
Just as the Rulers’ attack reached him, all seven of his bodies suddenly exploded with a blinding surge of purple, chaotic energy.
The force shattered the space around him and instantly sent the two attackers flying backward through the air like broken stars.
Dust and blood swirled in the aftermath, and in the eerie silence that followed, the remaining Rulers narrowed their eyes—because somehow, he still wasn’t done.
The two Rulers who had been flung back gritted their teeth when they realized they were actually injured...! But what they all witnessed next made them instinctively retreat, their eyes dilating in utter shock.
Seven massive purple flowers, each with countless petals tainted by red and dark specks, bloomed behind the seven bodies of the man floating before the tall Gate.
Then, the flowers merged into one.
And before their eyes, the bodies of the man—exuding the Celestial aura of the 7th-stage’s boundary—rose to its peak.
One of the Rulers shouted in disbelief.
"A complete Celestial symbol!"
As Rulers who had reached the peak, they had all earned Celestial symbols—proof of their power and proximity to the End... But theirs were incomplete, fragmented marks that hinted at power without ever forming the full image of anything in existence.
Yet, right now, before them floated a complete Celestial symbol—one that temporarily amplified its host’s power.
But how...?!
After the first Celestials—those born with Celestial symbols but who still fell—no one below the 7th stage had ever been able to earn a Celestial symbol from nature. That person clearly hadn’t reached the 7th stage yet; he was merely standing at the peak of the 6th... and had only used a law to boost his power to the boundary of the 7th stage.
So how was this possible?
Wait... was he born with it...?
The thought alone sent chills down their spines. After eons—someone had been born with a complete Celestial symbol!
But... but that person, chosen by nature itself, had chosen the path of darkness!
Oh gosh...
If they didn’t kill this man today, it wouldn’t just be their end—the entire Celestial Realm would be doomed. Doomed to extinction!
Azazeal tilted his head slightly.
Behind him, the massive, otherworldly flower pulsed with a low, ominous hum. And in that moment, the Rulers felt their hearts sink—because they understood.
The flower was telling him to consume them—so it could feed on their power.
Azazeal stepped forward in mid-air.
The Rulers instinctively pulled back. What they failed to notice was that all his bodies were fracturing—splintering like shattered glass, almost as if they couldn’t withstand the power they were being forced to hold.
One of the Rulers raised his voice.
"This isn’t right! You’ll lose yourself in the darkness—it will consume you completely! You’ll go mad! There’s still time... you can still cleanse that corrupted symbol!"
Azazeal’s lips curled into a twisted smile.
Such obvious lies. He had come too far to cleanse his tainted Celestial essence—and it was no longer possible... Once someone chose darkness, there was no turning back.
So, he cooed mockingly.
"It’s not just corrupted. Look closely... it’s also incomplete. Broken. Heh. And if the darkness wants to devour me—so be it. I stopped caring... a long, long time ago."
He raised his hand—
To end them all.
He could feel it. Now he truly could.
But then, a sigh echoed from the other side, followed by a familiar coldness that swept in, wrapping the scene in a chilling stillness.
All eyes snapped toward the source, which sent a calm, ethereal ripple through the air.
To their shock, a tall, striking young man strode through the sky toward them—unlike Azazeal’s eerie, bewitching aura, this man’s presence stirred an instinctive urge to bow.
It was pure—ethereal... His cold yet calm appearance only deepened the effect, like a figure carved from ice and set into motion.
With every step he took, frost edged with countless faint hues spread beneath him, crystallizing into snowflakes that floated in the air. His glowing green eyes locked onto the fracturing obsidian gaze before him.
This time, it was Ares who shouted.
"Another Celestial symbol!"
The Rulers nearly fainted from shock.
Because this person, too, emanated only the aura of a peak 6th-stage Celestial. He hadn’t reached the 7th stage either!
Kyle looked at Azazeal calmly.
"You really want to continue?"
His voice was devoid of all emotion.
"Even though it’s clear your bodies will shatter into oblivion once you’re done?"
Azazeal froze, so he continued.
"What about him then? Who’s going to kill him? Hmm? Or do you want him to live...? After all, I’m not going to do it. I have no enmity with him. Why should I?"