Chapter 1350: Witness His Glory (11)

Published Mar 17, 2026, 08:36 AM

The form that the Reflection took was not just a representation of his demonic heritage, which gave him the body of a fox demon, but also this realm, and melding both made him a complete Heavenly Demon. Standing millions of miles tall, with seven green tails so massive they could effortlessly hold hundreds of suns, his charming appearance that was similar to those of Rowan made this ethereal being much more compelling. His hand tightened on the spear, and it released a shockwave that spread through the realm, his eyes were closed as the elevation of his Will and his realm were so drastic that it shook the Reflection to the core. The entire purpose for merging with the Essence of the Demon Lord and possessing the body of the Siren was for him to seize this spear, not to shoot forward in rank so explosively that it was almost unimaginable. Then a single word flashed through the mind of the Reflection— Inheritance. Tenebris might have been punished by the Primordial Demon, but it did not mean that his achievements all his life were rendered useless, instead it had been left behind and it was most likely been kept for any of his descendants that were worthy to carry it. Like in most places, in reality, bloodlines were extremely important, and the Great Abyss was no different. The destiny of a Demon Spawn was fixed at birth, and only by going out of their way to perform meritorious deeds of great peril could they break the shackles of their bloodline, and assume the mantle of a higher one. Of course, this comes with great danger, there was no free lunch in this world and the Primordial Demon had set a great trap here, if any of Tenebris’s bloodline, even if they were a Demon King had tried to assimilate the power of their ancestor, they would not only have to battle against the supreme essence of a Demon Lord, but they would also have to withstand the madness imposed on his powers. There were extremely few individuals with the mental capacity that Rowan had. This resilience was born from extremely strange and powerful encounters that most would never come across in their entire life, even if they had to reincarnate and keep all of their memories a thousand times over. His consciousness had been purified from having multiple primordial bloodlines, his fantastical encounters when he entered the high-level visions granted by the Primordial Record had expanded the breath of his comprehension, his multiple extremely powerful Wills, and his character that had been forged by countless battles, both mentally and physically had made his consciousness to be regarded as pristine and unable to be corrupted, yet, despite all of this, if not for the awakening of such a powerful Will of Undying, the Reflection would have been lost, and it was extremely hard to imagine for the Reflection how many Demon Kings and perhaps even Demon Lords would have perished in order to claim this great bounty left here by the Primordial Demon. However, if the Reflection knew what was to come, it would realize how truly merciless the Primordial Demon was. It was not just enough to make the Essence of Tenebris to be almost impossible to be claimed, there was still one more trap left. ® The spear in the hands of the Reflection suddenly glowed red hot as if it had been heated in a forge and a great voice that sounded as if all of existence was speaking resounded through his consciousness, "𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝕿𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖎𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖊, 𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕰𝖉𝖌𝖊." Falling to one knee and bleeding from every orifice in his face, the Reflection spat out blood and waited for the impact of having the voice of the Primordial Demon blasted into his mind, and he knelt there for a million years. It could not be helped, holding this spear… no, holding Bleeding Edge, he had an extremely direct link to the Primordial Demon, one that was unfiltered by the Primordial Record or the myriad of abilities that his limited dimensional flesh possessed. During the Primordial Era when this battle was fought, this was the last word spoken by the Primordial Demon, and it carried the full weight of his supreme Will. Assuming the powers of Tenebris and holding the spear had not given him the right to possess it, instead, the Primordial Demon had told him to slaughter those who spat on his dominion a thousand times a thousand times. What did that mean? As if in response to these thoughts, Bleeding Edge began to hum, and the Reflection held it up in curiosity, truly looking at this spear. At a glance it did not appear fantastical, he had seen many spears that gleaned with power and were made from the most mythical of objects, but this one simply looked like a long spear whose shaft could easily be seen as made from wood, metal, or even crystal, the way the light danced across the body of the spear made pinning a form to its shaft nearly impossible, the Reflection knew that in battle, it would be extremely hard for an opponent to trace the path of the spear, as any form of observation simply slid of it. The was no Ferrule that connected the shaft to the Spearhead, as their body simply bled into each other and it could be easily imagined that the Spearhead as simply grown out of the shaft, and it possessed the same property that made pinning the material from which it was made of to be impossible. The Spearhead was leaf-shaped yet it was still extremely pointed, so it could easily slash as well as pierce, and no matter how much the Reflection tried to pull more information about the makeup of this weapon he could not, and so he simply observed as the hum from it grew increasingly louder. Stay connected with freewebnovel With a resounding clap that was extremely sudden, the humming sound that had reached a feverish peak broke out of the spear, a massive shockwave arising from it that swept throughout the realm, and then there was silence. A silence that was soon broken by the realm beginning to shake, before it graduated into an earthquake of immense proportion. Doom Star was a realm that could fit in thousands of universes, and an earthquake that could shake the entire realm to this extent had a magnitude that was insane to consider. This earthquake was simply a prelude to what was to come, as the realm began to bleed and the dead rose from their eternal rest. Every combatant that had died on Doom Star, both on the side of the Primordials and the side of the Sirens arose, and their gaze, numbering in the hundreds of trillions all were directed towards the Reflection. Their gaze was not filled with hatred, which would have been a good thing, because an emotional enemy was half blind, but instead, there was a cool resolve that pressed against the Reflection from all sides, they desired nothing more than to kill him. The spear in his hand suddenly grew heavy, becoming a hundred times its previous weight, and this weight was not just expressed physically but mentally and spiritually. He had been handicapped. The edge of the mouth of the Reflection curled, his emotion impossible to be read, he could as well be smiling as well as frowning, "Oh, so this is what you meant. A thousand times a thousand times." On the surface, this battle was supposed to be against him fighting all of the opponents who had been on this battlefield and saw the shame of the Primordial Demon, and they included numerous eighth-dimensional entities, and at a glance, he was already counting twelve of them. This was a tall order, that would kill ninety-nine out of a hundred, but as if this was not enough, he needed to not just win this battle, but he would have to do it again and again a million times! The Reflection looked at the heavens, he did not know when the World Stele would be arriving, and so he was not just fighting against the machinations of the Primordial Demon, but against time. He raised the spear with both hands above his head before slamming its end on the ground, shaking the realm, his Undying Will beginning to blaze, covering him in green flames, "All of you…" he growled, "Come at me!"

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