Global Descent: I Alone Can See Hidden Evolution Paths

The transition through the ring of white fire did not lead to a chamber of clouds or a throne room of traditional gods. Instead, the thirteen travelers materialized upon an endless expanse of mirror-smooth obsidian that reflected a sky filled with colliding galaxies. There was no up or down, only the vast, deafening silence of absolute creation.

At the far end of the mirror-plain stood a colossal gateway carved from living starlight, guarding the final threshold of the Origin Point. But they were not alone.

Blocking the path stood a solitary sentinel.

He was a towering, majestic figure encased from head to toe in ancient, blazing golden armor that radiated a blinding, sacred heat. His face was obscured behind a smooth, expressionless visor of unblemished gold, and in his right hand, he held a massive, double-edged broadsword that hummed with the frequency of a dying star. This was no ordinary guardian construct or mortal warrior; this was an Arch-Sentinel, a primordial enforcer forged by the Architects themselves to purge all unauthorized existence.

For a heartbeat, the sentinel stood motionless. Then, the golden visor slowly tilted, fixing its invisible gaze directly upon the group.

*Clang.*

The sentinel vanished.

There was no sound of a warp drive, no tearing of fabric—just an instantaneous displacement of reality. The golden blur materialized directly in front of Medusa before anyone could blink, his massive sword descending in a silent, crescent arc aimed squarely at her neck.

"Medusa!" Yoo Ji-a screamed, her shadow-instincts flaring.

Medusa’s emerald eyes widened in sheer, bone-chilling terror. Her reflexes, honed through centuries of bloodshed, were the only thing that saved her. She threw up her hands, instantly manifesting a multi-layered shield of condensed toxic crystal and spatial barriers.

The sentinel’s sword struck the shield. The impact didn’t just shatter her barriers; it sent a shockwave that threw Medusa backward, sliding across the floor, her lips parting in a ragged gasp as blood trickled from her chin. The sheer speed of the attack had bypassed everyone’s perception.

"You bastard!" Azshara roared, her crimson eyes blazing as she whipped her obsidian blade forward, charging the sentinel with a wave of blood-red dragon fire.

"Stay back!" Min-jae’s voice cracked through the void like thunder.

Before Azshara could reach him, Min-jae closed the distance in a flash of golden light, his fist cocked back, radiating the full, unbridled mass of his True God Vajra Body—a divine physical state that had rendered him completely impervious to mortal or celestial damage since the dawn of his ascent.

He threw a punch straight into the center of the sentinel’s golden breastplate.

The collision did not sound like metal hitting metal; it sounded like two planets shattering into each other at the speed of light.

The shockwave tore the mirror-smooth obsidian floor apart for a radius of ten thousand miles, lifting massive shards of stone into the air where they were instantly pulverized into dust. The air pressure dropped to absolute zero, and the sky above them fractured like a broken window, black spatial rifts spiderwebbing across the cosmos.

The sentinel didn’t fly backward. He simply slid an inch, his golden armor absorbing the blow before he countered with a vicious, blinding horizontal slash of his sword.

Min-jae ducked beneath the blade, spinning on his heel to deliver a high-kick that caught the sentinel in the ribs.

The force of the kick sent the golden warrior crashing through a range of floating crystal mountains, reducing them to floating pebble-storms in a fraction of a second. But a microsecond later, the sentinel burst out of the rubble, completely unfazed, his sword glowing with white-hot solar fire as he lunged forward again.

This wasn’t a battle. This was a cataclysm.

Every time their weapons or fists collided, the space between them cracked wider, bleeding raw, unformed chaos into the Origin Point. The mountains disintegrated into nothingness; the stars in the background flickered and died from the sheer kinetic fallout. Liu Xiao, Miao, and the other queens had to retreat to the extreme periphery, shielding themselves behind massive barriers from the atmospheric backdraft of the blows.

"His speed... it’s matching husband’s peak velocity!" Lin Miao cried out, her fox ears flattened against her head in sheer panic as she watched the blur of gold and black lightning tearing the landscape apart.

In the center of the devastation, Min-jae threw another punch, aiming for the sentinel’s visor.

The sentinel blocked it with the flat of his massive sword, pivoting smoothly and executing a backhand slash with terrifying, impossible precision. The edge of the golden blade swept past Min-jae’s shoulder.

Min-jae grunted, stumbling half a step back.

He looked down at his shoulder. Across the flawless, indestructible skin of his divine Vajra body—a body that had laughed off supernovas and reality-erasing beams—was a thin, clean, bleeding scratch.

Golden-white divine blood welled up from the cut, glowing intensely against his tunic.

Min-jae’s golden eyes narrowed in absolute, stunned disbelief. ’My Vajra body... it didn’t just resist; the blade cut through my defense like paper. What is this armor forged from?’

There was no time to think. The sentinel charged again, his golden aura expanding until it blotted out the fractured sky, pressing down with a weight that threatened to crush the entire dimension.

Realizing that his bare hands and divine flesh were useless against this anomalous entity, Min-jae’s expression hardened into a terrifying, predatory mask.

With a thought, a spatial rift opened beside him, and he reached in, pulling out the ancient, heavy, rune-carved sword he had claimed from the hidden depths of the Ancient mansion.

The moment the ancient blade cleared the dimensional rift, the entire Origin Point went silent.

The sentinel stopped dead in his tracks, lowering his blade slightly as if recognizing the weapon.

Across the fractured, bleeding sky above them, the heaven-vault split completely open, a massive, jagged chasm of raw void-darkness tearing across the stars simply from the sheer, suffocating weight of the two auras colliding.

Min-jae gripped the ancient sword with both hands, his golden eyes burning like twin suns through the dark void, while the golden guard raised his sword, preparing for a clash that would either rewrite reality or end it entirely.

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