Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Synthesis Sphere

The Solar Saint was beyond furious. He could not accept defeat from a young man who was decades younger than him.

​Looking spitefully at Neo, he barked,

​"You think this is over? Then you have not seen a Saint’s real power yet. Fine... I will show you."

​With a dramatic move, he reached for his heart with a fist full of burning fire.

​[ Saint Skill: Armageddon Starmark ]

​All of a sudden, the very fabric of space around the Solar Saint began to severely distort and melt.

His physical humanoid form completely dissolved in a blinding flash of apocalyptic light. In his place, a colossal, violently unstable Red Giant star expanded into existence.

The sheer celestial mass of his new form heavily warped local gravity, dragging massive asteroid chunks and shattered dreadnoughts straight into his fiery body.

​Emperor Neo narrowed his abyssal eyes at the transformed Red Giant. The newly born celestial body radiated an incomprehensible level of heat. Just standing in the vast, empty proximity caused Neo’s reinforced skin to aggressively blister and char.

​Even with his ultimate passive defense fully activated, the [Infinite Void-Shield Body], the chaotic thermal radiation managed to graze across his skin. It left painful, glowing red lacerations that hissed fiercely in the vacuum of space.

​Realizing the danger of a dying star’s wrath, Neo refused to act carelessly.

He quickly mobilized his internal mana core, violently pulling vast amounts of dark cosmic force to his exterior.

He added another thick, impenetrable layer of heavy abyssal energy to completely stabilize the trembling Void-shield. As the dark aura finally solidified and the agonizing, burning sensation faded away, Neo let out a slow, composed sigh of absolute relief.

But the ordinary soldiers were not so fortunate.

"Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhh!"

Tens of thousands beyonders, enemies or allies, all were reduced to ashes.

Emperor Neo tightened his grip around the hilt of his black greatsword. He channeled an ocean of cosmic force directly into the weapon.

Buzzzz!

The pitch black flames erupted violently, growing ten times larger and vastly more destructive than before.

​He executed a second Dark Sunfire Judgment Blade.

Rumble!

This time, the apocalyptic attack carried enough concentrated void energy to split a small planet completely in half.

Woosh!

The colossal crescent of abyssal fire launched forward, tearing through the boiling vacuum and slamming directly into the dense core of the Red Giant Star.

"Ka-BOOOOOOOOOOM!"

​The impact was earshattering even in the silent vacuum of space. The void flames viciously carved a massive, gaping canyon right through the blazing surface of the transformed Solar Saint.

​However, the Armageddon Starmark was simply too massive. The gravitational density of the Red Giant violently pulled the stray plasma back toward its core. The colossal, burning wound slowly sealed shut.

The Solar Saint was visibly injured, his total celestial mass slightly reduced, but he remained a burning world ending threat.

He had successfully absorbed the Emperor’s devastating strike.

​Aboard the Zenith Vanguard command ships, the collective breath of millions caught in their throats. The terrifying sight of the resilient, burning star instantly crushed the soaring morale of the beyonders.

​"Heavens! The Emperor’s strike did not kill him." a dwarven shock trooper muttered, dropping his heavy rifle in pure despair.

​"Mother Tree! How can anything survive a direct hit from that abyssal blade?" an elven ranger whispered, her hands trembling violently over her tactical console.

​"His majesty just carved a continent sized hole into that star, yet it is already healing!" Vaelar shouted, slamming his armored fist onto the holographic table.

​"This is the true terror of a Type Two Saint." Aeliana stated grimly, her sharp eyes filled with genuine dread.

​"No. We are all going to burn here. The thermal radiation is already melting our outer kinetic shields!" a terrified bridge technician cried out.

​"If His Majesty falls to that monster, our entire fleet will be turned into floating ash." a veteran beastkin warrior added, stepping backward away from the crystalline viewport.

​"Steady your hearts and do not dare lose faith in the Emperor!" Zestia commanded loudly.

​Despite her fierce words, the overwhelming heat of the Red Giant continued to warp the space around them, casting a deep shadow of absolute doom over the once confident Zenith army.

Emperor Neo floated in the boiling vacuum of space, his abyssal eyes completely devoid of panic. He watched the massive Red Giant stitch its molten plasma back together. He could hear the terrified whispers of his army bleeding through the command link. A normal warrior would succumb to the suffocating despair, but Neo only felt a profound sense of absolute clarity.

​Physical strikes, no matter how heavily infused with void energy, were severely inefficient against a celestial body that could simply regenerate its own mass. To permanently erase a star, one needed a power vastly more fundamental.

​Neo closed his eyes and slowly raised both of his hands. He released his tight grip on his black greatsword, letting the weapon dissolve back into raw cosmic mana.

​"If you wish to act as a cosmic body, Then I shall simply consume your entire existence."

​He finally activated his ultimate hidden trump card.

​[ Supreme Ability: Universal Synthesis ]

​The exact moment the system command registered in his mind, reality itself violently shuddered.

The dark cosmic aura surrounding Neo began to aggressively compress inward. His physical humanoid form completely dissolved into pure, concentrated conceptual energy.

He did not explode outward like the arrogant Solar Saint. Instead, Neo collapsed entirely into a perfect, pitch black sphere.

​He had become a Synthesis Ball, an absolute singularity of pure creation and absolute destruction.

​The sphere was barely ten meters wide, yet it carried the terrifying gravitational weight of a supermassive black hole. The smooth surface of the Synthesis Ball looked like a direct window into the deepest, oldest abyss of the universe. It was spinning with trapped nebulas and crushed starlight. It radiated absolutely zero heat, yet its sheer, oppressive presence instantly froze the surrounding spatial fabric.

​The roaring Red Giant Star suddenly stopped expanding. The immense thermal radiation pouring from the Solar Saint was violently dragged toward the tiny black sphere. The intense heat was instantly absorbed and perfectly synthesized into pure void energy. The massive gravitational pull of the divine star was completely overpowered by a ten meter orb.

​Aboard the Zenith Vanguard, the despairing soldiers fell completely silent. They watched the impossible phenomenon unfold with wide eyes.

The metaphysical realm within Neo’s core was a vast, lightless void, a perfect blank canvas for the brutal arithmetic of Synthesis.

Right now, that void was tearing at the seams, illuminated by the blinding, furious radiance of a dying god.

​The Solar Saint burned.

Suspended in the center of Neo’s soul-space, the ancient being was a silhouette of screaming plasma, unleashing waves of coronal heat that threatened to incinerate Neo from the inside out. For centuries, the Saint had been a figure of absolute reverence, a tyrant who wielded the dawn as a weapon.

Now, he was the prey.

​"You cannot contain the sun! I am the eternal Sun! I am the—"

​His telepathic roar dissolved into a burst of static as the Synthesis Matrix engaged.

​From the infinite darkness of Neo’s Synthesis Sphere, ethereal tendrils of cold, iridescent logic lashed out.

They pierced the Saint’s golden aura, sinking deep into his spiritual form. The tendrils didn’t burn; they consumed.

They broke down the mystical structure of the Saint’s soul, parsing centuries of divine powers into raw, translatable essence.

​Neo watched with absolute detachment as the first layers of the Solar Saint’s ego were violently stripped away. The golden flames flickered, losing their wrathful edge, transforming from conscious fire into neutral, untamed energy.

​"No... my memories... my Saint Land..." The Saint’s panic was a palpable, chaotic frequency.

​The tendrils tightened as they devoured his essence.

Neo could feel the influx of knowledge rushing into his own mind: the mastery of stellar fusion, the innate authority over light and heat, the archaic mantras of the Divine Sun.

But Neo didn’t just take the knowledge; the Synthesis actively hunted down and erased the architect behind it.

​Piece by piece, the Solar Saint’s identity was unwritten. His triumphant victories, his towering arrogance, the face of the master who taught him to harness the sun; all of it dissolved into the void, wiped clean from the annals of existence.

He was no longer a person. He was being aggressively reduced to a mere catalyst.

​The final ember of the Solar Saint’s consciousness let out a silent, pitiful vibration before the dark tendrils crushed it entirely.

​Total erasure.

​Where a tyrant had once raged, there was now only a perfect, condensed orb of hyper-dense solar energy.

​Then, the integration began.

​The orb shattered, flooding Neo’s internal pathways with liquid starfire. The pain in the physical world was instantaneous and cataclysmic.

In the ruins of the shattered sanctuary, Neo arched his back as blinding light erupted from his pores. His veins glowed like rivers of molten gold beneath his skin, and the air around him instantly flashed into superheated plasma, turning the crushed stone beneath his boots into bubbling glass.

​Every cell in Neo’s body was subjected to a violent evolutionary leap.

Fire couldn’t get close to him without permission.

The Synthesis Matrix forcefully rewrote his genetic and spiritual code, grafting the Divine Sun authority directly onto his soul.

​He could feel the gravity of the star igniting in his chest. His heartbeat slowed, matching the rhythmic, pulsating thrum of a solar core. The terrifying heat that had just tried to annihilate his existence now felt like a second skin, warm and completely subjugated to his will.

​"Now that’s more like it. The power of Sun is mine."

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