My Seven Wives Are Beautiful Saintesses - Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Chapter 183: The Godhood Revealed and the Collapse of the Celestial Empire
[ Status ]

[ Name: Vahn Necrotis ]

[ Title: Divine God Of Void ]

[ Lifespan: 18 / 1000 ]

[ Bloodlines: Void Dragon Ultimate ]

[ Physique: Void Refining Physique ]

[ Cultivation Level: Earth Immortal- Stage 1 ]

[ Cultivation Arts: Art Of Healing (Verse -5), Nine Heavens Lightning Swords, Dream Manipulation Art, Shadow Transformation Art, Ancient Shadow Summoning Art, Infernal Spirit Summoning Art, Fire Phoenix Wings, Dragon Phoenix Union Art, Doppelgangers Unlimited ]

[ Elemental Affinities: Light (Bonded), Darkness (Innate), Lightning (Merged), Fire (Bonded), Ice, (Bonded) ]

[ Special Skills: Dan God’s Alchemy, Eye of the Heavenly Dao, Divine Cook, Saber Mastery, Curse Monarch’s Halo, Grandmaster Weapon Craftsmanship, Master Warlord ]

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Vahn stood at the epicenter of the Tower of Primordials, enveloped by the furious, swirling energy of the Divine Light Pillar. The pillar represented the final, desperate effort of Goddess Attila’s followers to anchor her essence onto the physical plane.

Now, Vahn was no longer merely Vahn Necrotis, the Tribulation Realm Emperor. He was the God of Void, the master of conceptual annihilation.

Focusing his new, absolute divine authority, Vahn did not attack the Light Pillar with power; he attacked it with concept.

“The Void rejects this existence,” Vahn commanded, his voice a whisper that resonated with the sound of a universe closing.

His entire Void Core, now integrated with the macroscopic Void Realm, opened. It didn’t consume the energy; it consumed the meaning of the portal. The Divine Light Pillar screamed in a high-pitched, spiritual sound of agony that echoed across Dalu as a conceptual failure.

The pillar did not explode or collapse; it simply reversed its process. The divine light, which was meant to open the dimensional gate, was sucked backward into the Tower, leaving a black, empty space where the connection to the Celestial Realm once existed.

Vahn had successfully destroyed the portal to the God Realm just moments before Goddess Attila was about to descend.

The Tower, deprived of its divine purpose and the energy anchoring it, shuddered violently. Vahn then ensured the destruction was permanent.

He released a wave of pure, unfettered Void authority, an attack that targeted the dimensional principles of the location itself. He completely annihilated any gateway to the God Realm at that location, ensuring that Attila would need centuries, or another massive artifact, to try again.

Vahn stepped out of the collapsing heart of the Tower, his figure radiating the cold, silent truth of the newly ascended deity.

Outside, the battle was still intense. Velzard and the Darkness Dragons were engaged in a devastating, world-shaking melee against the regrouped Archangels, while Vahn’s Empresses fought the remaining Celestial High Command.

Just as the momentum seemed balanced between the might of the Immortals and the desperation of the divine Archangels, the battlefield witnessed two final, critical defections.

From the southern ranks of the Celestial armies, a swirling vortex of lush greenery and captivating perfume appeared. Valeria Rosethorn, the Saintess of Nature and Charm, emerged. She was flanked by her most loyal, high-ranking disciples.

Valeria met the eyes of her former comrades, then bowed deeply toward the Imperial Dreadnought.

“The Goddess Attila offers only blind worship. The Void Emperor offers life and progress! The Land of Nature submits to the true sovereign of Dalu!”

She had completely betrayed her Holy Land, directing her powerful nature cultivators to target the Celestial flanks, throwing the remaining Angelic forces into absolute chaos.

Then, matching Valeria’s dramatic entrance, a figure materialized in the sky like bright sunshine. Celestine Starborn, the mysterious Saintess of Fate, appeared. She was no longer fleeting or fearful. Her eyes, luminous with the wisdom of the cosmos, held absolute certainty.

“The threads of destiny are rewritten!”

Celestine’s voice, though soft, carried the weight of universal truth. “The usurper has become the Core! The stars demand that the Void prevail!”

With a majestic sweep of her hand, Celestine unleashed her supreme Fate Dao power, enveloping the surrounding battlefield in a shroud of chaotic, disruptive luck. Celestial cannons misfired, protective shields failed spontaneously, and the Angelic Warriors found their footings slipping and their weapons shattering.

The enigmatic Saintess of Fate had finally and fully joined in Vahn’s cause.

The Celestial Empire army saw this and their expression darkened from despair to utter desolation. The complete betrayal of the remaining Saintesses shattered their morale.

Meanwhile, the Void Empire cheered, a roar of unified victory ascending from seven million throats.

Seeing the two powerful Saintesses join Vahn’s side was the final trigger for the highest command. Vahn’s Wives cheered for his success, their focus absolute as they renewed their attacks with deadly intent.

Above, Vahn’s Sister and Father began decimating the enemies without reservation.

Vaylin, the Shadow Assassin, moved like a ghost through the enemy command structure, assassinating commanders before they could even issue a retreat order.

Velzard, the Golden Immortal, moved on the remaining Archangels. The mighty celestial beings, already weakened by the Void Breath, were no match for Velzard’s unrestrained power. They were crushed one by one by Velzard, their divine essence forcefully expelled back to the Celestial Realm, leaving behind no body and no trace.

In the end, total chaos reigned. The leader of the last standing Holy Land, Patriarch Dimidium of the White Lotus Sanctuary, threw down his spiritual sword and approached the Imperial Dreadnought. He knelt on the ruined earth, begging before their former Saintess Seraphina.

“Seraphina! Please! Have mercy! We were only following the will of the Goddess! Protect your elders!”

But Seraphina, her figure radiating the serene, untouchable power of the Void Integration Realm, looked down at the man who had ordered Vahn’s capture and execution in their past life. She remembered the betrayal, the lies, and the suffering he had inflicted on the mortals in the name of purity.

Seraphina showed no mercy. She raised the Staff of Eternal Life, not to heal, but to purify the corruption of false obedience. She unleashed a blinding wave of concentrated, annihilating light. She gave the man a quick death, incinerating him instantly, including the Supreme Elders who stood with him. Her past was laid to rest.

Amidst the screaming and the chaos, a single man noticed the fundamental shift in the battle. Emperor Sirius, still locked in a desperate, losing duel against Vahn’s doppelganger, felt a resonant rumble that shook his very soul.

With a resounding rumble, Sirius felt the absolute silence from the direction of the Tower. He focused his sight and instantly saw the void space where the Divine Light Pillar once stood. He realized the horrifying truth: the Gateway to the God Realm had been broken.

That meant there was no hope for Attila’s descent. Sirius’s lifeline, his authority, and his very reason for existence had been conceptually terminated. His face paled with despair, the handsome features twisting into primal fear.

He immediately started fleeing, abandoning the battlefield and his army, using a high-tier teleportation talisman to escape the judgment of the Immortals.

However, the battlefield was now the stage of the God of Void.

Just as Sirius materialized ten kilometers away, ready to initiate a second jump, the impossibly handsome Vahn’s divine figure, now wreathed in a silent corona of black-silver energy that radiated the absolute Authority of Void, appeared directly before him, obstructing his escape.

Emperor Sirius’s eyes widened like saucers as he noticed the Divine Authority Vahn radiated. It was utterly familiar yet terrifyingly absolute—the power of a true God, not a borrowed proxy. There was no mistaking it.

Vahn had become a God.

Others noticed it too. The immense, crushing pressure instantly ceased the fighting.

His people were obviously overjoyed, feeling the protective, infinite power of their new deity. The enemies completely dropped their weapons, falling to their knees, their minds unable to process the ascension of a new, rival God.

Vahn did not speak. He simply focused his divine will and slammed a fist, enhanced by the power of the Void God, directly into Sirius’s perfect, terrified face.

The Emperor of Light was utterly defenseless. Vahn started beating Sirius like a dog, his divine strikes focused to inflict maximum pain and humiliation without killing him.

The puppet Emperor was broken physically, spiritually, and mentally.

“Eminence Attila… help…”

Sirius, broken and bloodied on the ground, could only choke out a single, desperate sound before Vahn encased him in a Void seal.

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​The field below, now static with suspended conflict, erupted in two distinct, opposing waves of spiritual resonance following the divine revelation.

​From the legions of the Void Empire, a deafening wave of joyous devotion surged upward.

​”Our Emperor Is A God!” roared General Ezekiel, dropping his sword and immediately kneeling on the deck of the Dreadnought.

“Long live the God of Void!”

“Long live the God of Void!”

​The millions of soldiers echoed the sentiment, their voices cracking with reverence and relief.

​”We are saved! We now follow a true God!” cried a Demon General, tears of chaotic joy streaming down his face.

“The tyranny of Heaven is over! The Void is now our Shield!” shouted a crafter from the newly conquered Divine Forge Valley.

​The morale of Vahn’s forces soared beyond measure, deepening their unshakable loyalty to the deity they had helped create.

​Conversely, the spiritual atmosphere among the remnants of the Celestial Empire plummeted into absolute terror and despair.

​”It is impossible! How did this demon pass the Divine Tribulation! He is a true divinity!” shrieked a high-ranking Angelic commander, his golden armor dulling instantly.

“No. The prophecies were wrong! The darkness has prevailed!” moaned a White Lotus disciple, collapsing into a fetal position.

“Mother, We are forsaken! There is no hope!”

​The realization that they were not merely fighting a powerful Emperor, but a newly ascended God, stripped them of all will to resist.

The war was finally over.