Building Interstellar Empire With Universal Synthesis

Chapter 224: Chapter 224: Breaking Saint Lands

The ascension was complete, but the metamorphosis was far from over.

​After all, a mortal frame was never meant to house the authority of the heavens. Even with his Primordial Demon physique acting as a supreme vessel, the sudden violent injection of nearly a million stat points across his physical matrix created a catastrophic sensory overload.

Neo’s newly forged starlight bones hummed with agonizing kinetic energy. His blood boiled, coursing through his expanded cosmic meridians like rivers of liquid supernova.

​His golden reptilian eyes dilated until they were pitch black.

The nerves on the back of his mind tingled as well.

It was the instinctual reaction of a predator that had suddenly evolved to the top of the food chain.

His muscles twitched, demanding to be tested. His nether force violently expanded, suffocating the surrounding vacuum of space. The sheer density of his existence was causing his physical body to experience localized tremors.

He needed to release the pressure, or his newly formed divine core would tear itself apart from the inside out.

​He needed to destroy something. Everything.

​Neo’s mad, twitching gaze slowly drifted downward, landing upon the sprawling interstellar expanse of the Saint Lands.

​From his new, elevated cosmic perspective, he could finally see the Saint Lands for what they truly were. It was not a natural planet. It was a grotesque, sprawling network of artificially connected flat continents floating in the interstellar ether.

The landmasses were stitched together like flesh using massive golden chains.

These chains acted as colossal leashes and feeding tubes, funneling the ambient faith and lifeforce of trillions of mortal inhabitants directly upward into the higher dimensions.

​More to be specific, It was a Divine Powerhouse . A cosmic slaughterhouse. The entire interconnected world was nothing but a massive farming ground designed to feed the parasitic Pantheon.

​Neo smiled demonically, revealing two long and sharp fangs.

​"Bloody gods," Neo growled, his voice distorting into a demonic rumble.

​He didn’t bother drawing the Sunfire Judgment Blade. He didn’t activate the Abyssal Devour or summon his divine gales. Magic was too elegant. Magic required thought. Right now, Neo only wanted violence.

​He pulled his right fist back, and space itself warped around his knuckles, condensing into a swirling vortex of absolute kinetic pressure.

All 985,000 points of his physical Strength funneled into a single, concentrated point of impact. The S-rank Infinite Void Shield Body coated his arm in an indestructible layer of pitch-black nothingness, ensuring his own limb wouldn’t disintegrate from the force he was about to unleash.

"RRRRRRRRAHHHH!"

​With a roar that shook the surrounding star systems, Neo threw a single, straightforward punch.

​He didn’t strike a physical target. He punched the fundamental fabric of reality directly above the center of the Saint Lands.

​KRAKOOOOOOM!

​The resulting shockwave defied the laws of physics. It was entirely silent in the vacuum of space for a fraction of a second, before the sheer friction of the kinetic blast ignited the residual atmosphere into a blinding ring of white-hot plasma.

​A localized gravitational tsunami shot downward from Neo’s fist. It struck the golden chains of the Pantheon first, shattering the divine tethers into billions of glowing fragments.

​Then, the kinetic wave hit the connected continents.

BUZZZZZZZZZZ!

​Billions of square miles of emerald marble, towering mountain ranges, sprawling oceans, and ancient celestial temples were instantaneously atomized. The crust of the Saint Lands did not crack or break; it simply ceased to exist, turned to fine cosmic dust in the blink of an eye. The oceans instantly evaporated into massive clouds of superheated steam. And the tectonic plates were ground down to their subatomic particles.

​The interconnected continents of the eastern, western, northern, and southern sectors were completely obliterated.

​Up in the Zenith Vanguard fleet, the massive LORD-class warships violently shook. The energy shields of the ships sparked and whined as the residual kinetic backwash washed over their hulls. Dark Empress Noir gripped the command console, her eyes wide with a mixture of absolute terror and fanatic devotion.

Her husband had just erased a sprawling super-continent with a simple flex of his arm.

​Down in the void, Neo slowly lowered his fist.

​He exhaled a long, heavy breath of crimson steam. The maddening itch in his bones finally subsided. The destructive catharsis had stabilized his newly formed divine core.

His golden reptilian eyes returned, blinking away the bloodlust to reveal cold, absolute clarity.

​Afterward, he floated amidst the silent, expanding rings of cosmic dust and shattered bedrock while trillions of tons of raw planetary matter drifted aimlessly through the void.

The faith-farming ground of the Pantheon was completely erased.

​However, leaving this sector as a dead asteroid belt was a waste of prime real estate. The Zenith Empire needed a permanent forward operating base in this dimension—a stronghold completely detached from the influence of the upper realms.

​Neo raised both of his hands, his palms facing the expanding cloud of planetary dust.

​"You treated this world as a mere garden for your vanity. Let me show you how a true creator operates. The Art Of Star Creation." Neo whispered to the silent cosmos.

​[ System Alert: Divine Talent Activated. ]

​[ The Art Of Star Creation (Divine) resonating with Host’s Demi-God Authority. ]

Hummmmm!

Instantly platinum and obsidian runes erupted from Neo’s chest, expanding outward to encompass a radius of three million miles.

The runes linked together to form a colossal, three-dimensional magical blueprint across the void.

​Under the absolute command of Neo’s divine authority, the expanding cloud of dust violently halted.

​Then, it began to reverse.

​Gravity bent strictly to Neo’s will. Trillions of tons of shattered bedrock, condensed water vapor, and rich planetary soil violently rushed toward the center of the rune circle. Instead of stitching them back into flat, subservient continents, Neo forced the matter to compress into perfect, rotating spheres.

​He poured his massive reserves of Cosmic and Nether Force into the swirling mass, acting as the gravitational glue.

​Deep within the core of the forming spheres, Neo injected sparks of his own Primordial Demon hellfire, creating self-sustaining, molten planetary cores that radiated deep, warming nether energy. Within minutes, the violent maelstrom of dust settled, revealing three massive, pristine planets orbiting one another in perfect synchronization.

​They were not yet illuminated, floating in the dark void of the destroyed sector.

​Neo raised his right index finger and summoned a highly compressed sphere of the Sunfire Judgment Blade, fueling it with his newly acquired Divine Authority of Wind to fan the flames into a self-sustaining fusion reaction.

Wooosh!

He flicked the blinding sphere into the exact center of the three planets’ orbit.

​The sphere expanded rapidly, igniting into a brilliant, miniature golden sun.

​Warm, genuine sunlight washed over the three newly forged worlds. Unlike the artificial, suffocating light of the Pantheon, this star radiated the raw, untamed energy of the Zenith Empire.

​[ Creation Successful. ]

​[ Three EXOS-Grade Planets Formed. ]

​[ Independent Solar System Established. ]

​Neo crossed his arms, admiring his handiwork. He had completely destroyed the Pantheon’s ultimate farming ground and forged a sovereign stellar territory with his bare hands.

He looked up at his waiting Vanguard fleet.

​"Vaelar, bring the fleet down. We have new thrones to occupy."

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Wind God POV (God Realm).

The silence of my pavilion feels heavier than a collapsed star. I clutch the phantom wound in my chest. The pain is a constant, screaming reminder of my own arrogance. I thought I was untouchable. I am a god. But that mortal boy shattered my reality with a single, blood soaked hand.

​Every breath I take burns. The missing half of my Divine Spark leaves a gaping void in my core. My emerald blood stains the polished aurum tiles at my feet. I need to clean it up before another sycophant decides to check on my well being. I wave my hand to summon a purifying breeze.

​Nothing happens.

​Panic grips my throat. I push deeper into my reserves, forcing the remaining fragments of my divine mana to obey. A pathetic, swirling gust finally materializes and sweeps the glowing ichor away. The effort leaves me gasping on my throne. I am incredibly weak. If the Greater Deities of the Sun and Moon realize I am crippled, they will not hesitate to devour my remaining essence. The Realm of Gods operates on a single, brutal truth. Weakness is food.

​I must secure my position. I cannot let the Upper Court investigate the missing faith energy from the Saint Lands. The loss of that farming ground is a catastrophic failure. But the true danger is the monster who stole my spark. That boy possesses the eyes of Godking Eragon. The primordial hellfire I felt is a nightmare that defies the Ancient Accords. If the boy ascends to the higher dimensions, he will not stop until he consumes the entire Pantheon.

​I need an offering. I need a distraction.

​I pull myself up from the throne. My legs tremble, but sheer terror forces my body to move. I cannot fight the boy. I cannot report him to the Upper Court without exposing my own pathetic defeat. There is only one option left. I must manipulate a rival deity into attacking the newly forged planets.

Ignis, the God of Searing Flame, has always coveted my atmospheric domains. He is arrogant, violent, and incredibly greedy. If I tell him that a rogue mortal has hoarded a massive amount of pure cosmic energy in the lower realm, Ignis will blindly charge in to claim it. I will frame the boy as a simple overgrown demon hoarding stolen faith. Ignis will descend with his full divine army.

​Either Ignis burns the boy to ashes, or the boy devours Ignis. If Ignis dies, the Upper Court will direct their absolute fury at the Zenith Empire, completely overlooking my own failure.

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