Abyssal Lord Of The Magi World



Azazel's entire body trembled as the backlash of having the Dream Dimension obliterated with her soul inside it was too much for the young Depravita. Luckily Venganza helped her stabilize her soul and prevented it from collapsing.

"Azazel of the Astral Fiend Lineage is the winner!"

Venganza uttered those words before sending a stream of Depravita Aura into the unconscious Astral Fiend on the ground. Sirik once again was able to act when his mind and soul reached their breaking point by carrying on with pure willpower.

It was clear to the Thearchs, Sacred Kings, and all the powerhouses across the Daybreak Universe that a warrior growing up in a truly dangerous place like the Nightmare Inferno Realm could perform incredible feats of resolve. 

Sirik slowly regained consciousness, and the first thing he heard was cheering so loud that it made the coliseum tremble. He looked into the sky, and when he saw Azazel next to Venganza, he understood that victory belonged to him.

"YES!"

The Astral Fiend shouted with all his strength as he raised both arms to signify victory. That behavior was somewhat childish, but no one could blame Sirik for the burst of excitement.

He came from a background that not many look with good eyes. Still, he proved his might in the First Samsara Tournament, ascending over millions of other geniuses and securing two victories in the Final Stage.

Venganza showed a small smile as he stared at Sirik. A young man who chose to embark on the path of slaughter yet retained a pure soul that followed the Concepts of justice and honor.

Although Aion was the most incredible dark horse for the rest of the powerhouses, the one that truly drew the Emptiness Thearch's attention was the Astral Fiend.

Over and over again, Sirik showed that his greatest forte was not his mastery over physical might or spiritual force but a willpower that surrendered with nothing and continued fighting even when the body and mind could not do it. 

A willpower like that was excellent for the Concept Path of Power and could reach the peak of the Third Realm with proper guidance.

The beast path was that Sirik would not have to choose between Paths since as long as his father improved in the Law Path, the Astral Fiend Bloodline would keep growing, pushing his soul and body forward.

'I will take him as my personal disciple if you agree. However, my training will require a level of isolation and mental pressure that could break him.'

Roku was clasping with hand with the largest smile of his life when he heard the voice of the Revenge Thearch in his mind. There was surprise and thrill in his heart when he heard those words.

He was confident in being able to teach his son all the mysteries of the Astral Fiend Bloodline and the Law Path, but when it came to the Concept Path, his talent was average among the great powerhouses. 

On the other hand, the Revenge Thearch's talent in the Concept Path was second to no one, equaling the Samsara Thearch in that aspect. Roku could not be happier to have this one training his son. 

As for the warning in the last part, Roku knew his son and that there was nothing that this one would fear in the pursuit of power.

'I will leave my foolish son in your capable hands, Thearch. And please feel free to discipline him if he doesn't behave.'

Rokue clasped his hands and bowed toward the Revenge Thearch. 

'I appreciate your trust. I will train him to the best of my capabilities and will make sure to erase any bad habit in the brat.'

Sirik was waving his hands with a smile when suddenly he felt a bad omen and could not help but look at his father.

Roku kept smiling, but he knew that a tough time would come for his son, as the Revenge Thearch was not really known for his softness.

Venganza noticed that and almost laughed when he noticed Sirik's instincts reacting, but kept a serious face as he waved his hands, sending this one and Azazel away. 

A single person appeared in the arena, and that was Noah. 

The Revenge Thearch did not waste time and went straight to the point.

"Beelzebub from the Depravita Race has been disqualified from the Final Stage, so the victory goes to Noah of the Daybreak Lineage."

Noah was not in the mood for cheers, and neither were the people in the coliseum since everybody knew what would come next. 

Venganza showed little concern for the tense mood, and just like in any other fight, he waited for a minute before waving his hand again and bringing Noah's opponent.

Utter silence and solemnity overcame the entire coliseum, and it did not end there since the feeling extended across the entire Daybreak Universe.

It was finally time for the ultimate battle of the First Samsara Tournament's Final Stage. The winner of this fight would be crowned the Samsara Champion and prove to the entire Daybreak Universe he was the best of the new generation.

Aion's aura was sharper than ever, and his smile was no longer on his face. He would not contain himself and use all his power to crush the young man before him.

Every time a battle pushed him beyond his limit, a piece of Aion's dormant soul woke up, bringing tremendous power and memories that changed his personality. 

The feeling that Aion gave to the Thearchs and Sacred Kings was that of an ancient monster finally opening his eyes. 

Some might think it was not fear for a reincarnator to participate in the tournament, but that would be questioning the essence of the Daybreak Universe's origin. 

The Samsara Thearch was also a reincarnator, and by using the knowledge of his past lives, he managed to rally the entire Prima Universe and save everybody from infinite darkness.

That is why even when it was clear this was not Aion's first life, neither the Revenge Thearch nor Emptiness Thearch denied his participation at the First Samsara Tournament. 

Noah would never fall so low as to blame defeat on his opponent having more experience than him. If he lost, it would be because he was weaker than Aion. Nothing else mattered.

"Aion of the Human Lineage vs. Noah of the Daybreak Lineage. Fight!"

Venganza shouted those words, marking the importance of this battle, and his voice was so powerful that it split the clouds covering the sky, letting the light of the Daybreak Sun wash over the arena.

Noah immediately took out his spear and activated the power of his Daybreak Bloodline, making the Samsara Eye burst with energy.

However, Aion was even faster. The Neo-Demon with the Human Lineage rose to the sky and adopted a lotus position, making a wave of cosmic force emerge from his body and golden light covering his figure.

The golden light soon expanded across the arena, and it did not take long for it to flood Noah.

Noah's eyes widened as he felt like he was at the bottom of the ocean, drowning as the waves crushed his body. He understood immediately that this was the power of The Flow.

Confronting The Flow was like facing the entire universe, facing causality and the bond that connected all things. It was a power that life forms beneath the Fourth Realm should not be able to understand, much less manipulate. 

Noah made his energy explode, generating a pillar of dark purple flames around him, but that did not help him. He was not facing a physical, energy, or soul attack but a force that extended beyond the limits of the universe.

Every second, the pressure that the golden light generated on Noah grew more potent, and it reached the point where standing straight became difficult.

Noah was forced to bury his spear on the ground to avoid falling to his knees, and a sense of urgency and frustration filled his heart. The enemy made a single move and was already at the end of his rope.

If things carried on like this, he would lose without even touching Aion, and the worst path was that he had no way of countering the power of The Flow. 

'Dammit, dammit, dammit!'

Noah screamed in his mind, unable to believe he was showing such a tragic scene. The bloodline of the Samsara Thearch, the Lord of All Existence, ran through his veins, yet he was about to lose the battle in such a pathetic way.

Aion noticed the frustration and rage in Noah's eyes and shook his head. A true powerhouse would know you must keep a cold head, especially when facing an invincible enemy. His interest in the fight vanished, and he made the golden light even stronger.

Noah felt the grip on his spear about to break. Just as failure seemed inevitable, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

The Neo-Demon trembled and looked over his shoulder, only to see a man with the same eyes looking at him with a kind smile.