My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Chapter 182: A Divine God
Velzard did not need complex techniques. He merely opened his mouth, and the air of Dalu began to rush inward, sucked into the vortex of his spiritual core.

​He then unleashed the ultimate, terrifying power of his lineage: the Void Breath.

​It was not a flame or a laser; it was a focused column of pure Conceptual Nothingness, a concentrated beam of Golden Immortal power designed to reverse the principle of existence. This breath sliced across the sky faster than light, completely bypassing the conventional defense layers the Celestial Empire had erected.

​The seven Archangels of Virtue, realizing the existential threat, scrambled desperately to intercept, combining their divine power into a single, massive Holy Barrier.

​The Void Breath hit the Holy Barrier first. The Archangels’ shield vanished without a sound, simply ceasing to be. The impact was so absolute that the seven Archangels were not killed; their current spiritual forms were instantly and irreversibly destabilized, forcing them to retreat entirely from the lower realm in agony.

​The breath continued its trajectory, striking the Shield of the Tower. This was the Goddess Attila’s own divine defense, engineered to withstand Earth Immortal attacks.

​The Void Breath, wielded by a Golden Immortal, was not an attack the shield could comprehend.

​RRROOOOOOOAAAAAARRRRRR

​The shield attempted to negate the attack, but the counter-force was a conceptual erasure. The light shield fractured, not in an explosion, but with a resounding, world-shaking sound that echoed across all of Dalu, ripping through dimensions and vibrating the planet’s spiritual core.

​The shield broke completely, its fragments dissipating like dust in a cosmic wind.

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​The instantaneous destruction of the divine defense released a colossal, violent shockwave of uncontrolled spiritual energy. The consequences were immediate and catastrophic for the fragile structure of Dalu.

​Tsunamis dozens of kilometers high were instantly generated across all oceans, tearing apart coastal settlements and flooding entire plains.

​Earthquakes of unimaginable magnitude ripped through the central continents. Mountains collapsed into dust, and new volcanoes violently erupted, spewing molten spiritual energy.

​The dimensional fabric over the Tower of Primordials, now unprotected, frayed and burned, revealing glimpses of the terrifying, chaotic void of space.

​The goal was accomplished: the Tower of Primordials was now laid bare. Its Dimensional Focusing Array was exposed and defenseless.

​Velzard retracted his massive form slightly, his mission complete. He shrunk back to his human form, reappearing next to Vaylin, his expression utterly unmoved by the planetary chaos he had just wrought.

​Vahn, steadying the Imperial Dreadnought through the violent spiritual aftershocks, looked at the exposed, wounded Tower. The path to the Celestial Empire’s heart was open.

​”The siege is over,” Vahn declared to his army “The final assault begins now. All legions: Target the Tower!”

The Void Armada responded with deafening fury. Seven hundred Annihilation Cannons and countless spiritual siege weapons focused their fire on the single point of the Tower. The combined might of the Void Empire was unleashed.

Furthermore, Vahn’s allies were fully engaged. Velzard, the Golden Immortal, casually launched devastating, reality-warping attacks that shattered the land around the Tower, while the Earth Immortals of the Necrotis House and the Darkness Dragons rained down conceptual power.

The barrage was absolute. The ground beneath the Tower evaporated, but the Tower itself remained standing.

KRRRAAACK.

The Tower of Primordials was the ultimate relic, engineered by the Gods themselves, designed not just for communication, but as a permanent spiritual conduit and anchor. It was the last hope of existence for the Celestial Empire.

Despite the combined power of an Empire and multiple Immortals, the Tower didn’t even get a scratch. The golden light pulsed faster, feeding on the incoming kinetic energy to stabilize the portal.

Vahn realized external force was futile. The Tower was conceptually protected, relying on the Divine Light within to anchor it against dimensional collapse. To destroy the Tower, he had to destroy its internal purpose.

“Father, Vaylin, Empresses,” Vahn stated, his voice resonating with his new Earth Immortal power. “Maintain the siege. Contain the enemy. I will deal with the Tower’s core.”

Vahn didn’t wait for a response. He activated his supreme Void authority and phased directly through the thick, Divine-infused walls of the Tower.

Inside the central spire, the sight was breathtaking and terrifying. A massive, swirling Divine Light Pillar ascended straight to the heavens. It was the fully formed portal, lacking only the final surge of energy to stabilize the full body descent of Goddess Attila.

Vahn felt the crushing truth of their situation.

A God’s power cannot be compared with Immortals at all. The gap between a Golden Immortal and a true Deity was an existential chasm. They are far above Earth Immortals, Golden Immortals, Jade Immortals. Allowing the Goddess to descend would result in the instant, irreversible termination of Vahn’s Empire and the subjugation of the entire realm. Letting the Goddess descend will be the biggest mistake he would want to do.

Vahn reached out with his mind, calling upon the familiar, ancient consciousness that resided within the Tower’s deepest structure.

“Tower Master,” Vahn demanded. “You are bound to the stability of this realm. Tell me, how do I stop this portal?”

The consciousness that had once granted him the Void Refining Manual answered with a weary, ancient whisper that echoed in his soul.

“The power holding that portal is divine and total, Vahn Necrotis. To overcome it, you must meet that power with an equal, opposing force. You must summon your full authority as the Void God. That’s the only way.”

Vahn immediately understood the hint. The Master wasn’t demanding he become a God instantly. The Master was telling him to complete the transformation already begun by his past life’s actions. He didn’t need to release the Void Dragon God, the vast external power his father now commanded.

He needed to fully consume the remnant parasite still breathing inside his Void Core.

He needed to erase the last vestige of the original, chaotic Void Dragon God’s soul.

Vahn focused his consciousness into his core, finding the ancient, wounded spiritual remnant of the Void Dragon God—the parasitic piece of soul that Vahn’s past and present self had suppressed but never fully integrated.

Vahn tried to devour the soul using his new Earth Immortal authority, but he met with immediate, powerful rejections from the Void Dragon God.

“You insolent usurper!” the ancient consciousness shrieked inside Vahn’s mind, its voice a grating, chaotic cacophony. “You will never take me! If I get destroyed, you will never receive the full Authority Over Void! You will be nothing more than a powerful human imitation!”

Vahn paused. The dragon was right. Destroying the remnant would stabilize his power, but the original conceptual authority—the Godhood—would be lost, leaving Vahn forever a step below true divinity.

“Silence, Lizard,” Vahn snapped, his voice cold and final. “I offer you a choice. Submission or non-existence.”

The Void Dragon God quieted, sensing the unbending resolve of the new Emperor.

“I offer you the one thing you crave: continuation,” Vahn proposed. “I will throw you into the Cycle of Samsara for rebirth. You will be granted a new chance, free of the spiritual burden of a dying cosmos. In return, you will relinquish the last fragment of the Authority of The Void God and allow my soul to fully integrate your essence.”

The ancient Dragon soul hesitated, then accepted. Survival, even in the weakest form, was better than oblivion.

They came up with a deal.

Vahn agreed, finding no other viable choice to stop the portal.

However, Vahn was a cunning Emperor, not a naïve hero. He knew that even a memory-less Void Dragon God would still possess an innate destiny that could cause immense future problems.

With the deal complete and the power of the Void God’s last authority flowing into him, Vahn performed a final, malicious act. Using the conceptual authority now granted to him, he secretly wiped the memory of the Void God entirely before launching the remnant soul into the infinite Cycle of Samsara.

It was a evil move, yes, but necessary for the future stability of his Empire. The Void Dragon God didn’t even notice a thing as its core consciousness was erased, departing as a clean slate.

DING!

Instantly, Vahn received the ultimate spiritual affirmation.

[ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: VOID AUTHORITY INTEGRATED. ]

[ CONSCIOUSNESS UPGRADE COMPLETE. ]

[ YOU HAVE RECEIVED THE TITLE: DIVINE GOD OF VOID. ]

The moment the notification appeared, Vahn’s entire existence shattered and reformed. Vahn felt his consciousness sync with the Void Itself. The massive, turbulent Void energy inside him and the Void Realm connected as One.

The conceptual Void Realm—the infinite domain where he performed his breakthroughs—became a macrocosm and, driven by his newly acquired absolute authority, entered inside his Void Core, becoming a full part of him.

His body buzzed, his essence changing from mortal to divine. His Cultivation soared past the Earth Immortal level with immediate, rapid breakthroughs that defied conventional spiritual laws. He wasn’t just an Immortal anymore. He was the anchor of an entire Universe.

He felt reborn. He was a God now.