Plane No. 99,999 of the Celestia Universe.

"Stop him!"

"The Plane Origin belongs to the Demon King Council! Don’t let Duran take it!"

"Buy Lyan enough time! Hold this man back!"

Thousands of High God-level powerhouses from the Demon King Council were desperately attempting to stop a single figure.

The Plane Origin had been obtained by Lyan, a fortunate member of the Demon King Council.

Unfortunately, not long after acquiring it, they encountered Duran, a participant from the Tower of Myriad Treasures.

They were no match for him.

All they could do now was delay Duran for as long as possible and prevent the Plane Origin from falling into his hands.

Facing the thousands of Demon King Council High Gods trying to block his path, Duran sneered.

"You useless trash think you can stop me?"

As his words fell, a black blade appeared in his hand.

Black and white patterns intertwined across its surface. The weapon was more than ten feet long, giving it an enormous and imposing appearance.

"There are thousands of us!"

"Are we supposed to be afraid of one man?"

"Attack together and kill him!"

Enraged by Duran’s arrogance, the High Gods of the Demon King Council gritted their teeth and urged everyone around them to attack.

"Kill!"

Thousands of High Gods struck simultaneously.

All kinds of demon-god phantoms emerged behind them.

Some summoned their personal Origin Treasures, while others remained in place and began preparing forbidden spells.

The boldest among them charged directly toward Duran with blades in hand.

Yet Duran remained expressionless before the assault of thousands of High Gods.

Rather than retreat, he actively charged into their ranks.

Rumble!

Countless demon-god phantoms appeared within the void and unleashed their attacks upon Duran.

However, the moment their attacks touched him, an inexplicable scene unfolded.

Every attack passed directly through his body without causing the slightest harm.

At the same time, the other Demon King Council members finished preparing their techniques and bombarded Duran from every direction.

Yet when those attacks reached his body, they passed straight through him as well.

None of them could touch him.

At that moment, Duran seemed to be nothing more than a projection that did not truly exist within the current plane.

The members who rushed forward to slash him with their weapons met with the same result.

Their attacks had no effect whatsoever.

"Damn it!"

"He’s using the Space-Time Law!"

One of the Demon King Council High Gods recognized the anomaly, and his expression immediately became grave.

He had long heard that Duran was exceptionally powerful, but he had never personally fought him.

Only after witnessing Duran use the Space-Time Law did he understand just how terrifying the man truly was.

Every attack directed at Duran had become completely ineffective.

They could not even touch him, as the terrifying Space-Time Law had isolated him from all incoming damage.

The Space-Time Law could reverse the state of one’s personal space-time, allowing the cultivator to remain perpetually at their peak.

It was effectively a permanent state of invincibility.

With the Space-Time Law under his control, Duran was nearly invincible among those of the same realm.

Thus, even though he faced hundreds or thousands of times more opponents than himself, he showed no fear.

Even if there were ten thousand times as many enemies before him, none of them would be able to injure him.

"Are you finished attacking?"

"Then it is my turn."

A savage smile appeared on Duran’s face.

In the next instant, he swung the blade in his hand.

With the power of the Space-Time Law, he slashed countless times within a single instant.

The law granted him an almost unlimited number of attacks during that brief moment.

Once layered together, those strikes formed billions of terrifying blade arcs.

Whoosh!

Countless blade arcs radiating an icy white light erupted in the blink of an eye.

One of the Demon King Council High Gods was effortlessly sliced into pieces.

More blade arcs followed in an endless stream.

They shattered the remaining High Gods and even pulverized their severed remains, leaving not so much as a trace behind.

"This is the terrifying strength of someone who has entered the Dao through the blade."

"Duran possesses the Extreme Dao Law, the Space-Time Law, and the Law of Destruction."

"With all three laws, he is already invincible within this plane."

"We are truly unfortunate."

"We had already obtained the Plane Origin, yet we still encountered a monster like him."

As the High Gods of the Demon King Council died, their hearts were filled only with regret and bitterness.

In the blink of an eye, Duran slaughtered all several thousand High Gods standing before him.

He encountered almost no resistance, crushing them with overwhelming force.

After all, that strike had fused the Space-Time Law, the Law of Destruction, and the Extreme Dao Law—three supreme laws Duran had cultivated for a long time.

The laws complemented one another perfectly.

Destroying a group of cultivators at the same level was effortless for him.

Duran’s figure flashed and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already standing before Lyan, the Demon King Council powerhouse who had obtained the Plane Origin.

The sight of Duran filled Lyan with terror.

Desperate to survive, he hurriedly pleaded,

"Duran, can you spare my life?"

"I can give you the Plane Origin!"

Duran’s gaze became profound.

"If you are willing to cooperate, I may consider it."

"Hand it over."

Lyan was delighted and finally released a faint sigh of relief.

He understood that Duran’s strength far surpassed his own.

The man had casually slaughtered thousands of Demon King Council High Gods.

Killing Lyan would require no more effort than blinking.

Faced with such an enormous difference in strength, further resistance was meaningless.

Duran’s power was probably already sufficient to compete with Morn and Morris of the Demon King Council.

Unfortunately, neither Morn nor Morris had been transported into this plane.

Otherwise, the Plane Origin would never have fallen into Lyan’s hands in the first place.

Just as Lyan raised his hand to retrieve the Plane Origin—

Whoosh!

A terrifying blade arc suddenly erupted from Duran.

He had chosen that very moment to attack.

The blade arc encountered no resistance as it sliced Lyan’s body cleanly in two.

He died instantly.

Thus, Lyan of the Demon King Council perished within the plane.

Even in the final moment before his death, he could not understand why Duran had attacked him.

Duran had clearly agreed to spare him in exchange for the Plane Origin.

Why had he suddenly launched a sneak attack and broken his promise?

Duran reached out and took the Plane Origin into his hand.

Looking down at Lyan’s shattered remains, he sneered.

"I already said that no one would prevent me from entering the elimination round."

"The Myriad Worlds Tournament is far too important to me."

"I would never place my fate in the hands of a contemptible man like you."

"As long as I can remove the curse within Lina and restore her health, breaking a promise means nothing."

"In this world, strength is the only true authority."