Beyond the Apocalypse

Chapter 1125: Follow you to the realm of the Primordial Gods.

The eyes of the True Depravita of Wrath, the White Death, Overlord, Merlin, and Ankil widened as they heard those words.

Until this moment, they had managed to maintain a fragile sense of optimism about the future. That hope rested on a single belief: that they still had time—time to grow stronger, time to prepare, time to gather the strength necessary to face the Ancient Ones.

But if that time were taken away...

Then everything they had built would collapse.

They were strong, they were growing at a shocking speed, and once they took the bloodlines of Heaven, they would rise like shooting stars. However, they needed time.

It would only take two Empyrean for the entire Six Sun Alliance to perish, and the Ancient Ones had more than that.

"What exactly is happening?" the White Death asked.

His voice was somber, but firm. The question carried the weight of a demand.

Even if the one standing before them was a Primordial God, that meant little when the fate of the entire universe hung in the balance.

Odinvaldr did not take offense.

If anything, he seemed to understand the urgency behind the question.

He remained silent for a moment, carefully choosing his words before finally speaking.

"There are matters related to the Primordial Divine Realm that I am bound to keep secret," he said. "While we are in the Higher Dimension, there are certain truths I cannot reveal."

The sovereigns frowned, but they remained silent, allowing him to continue.

"What I can tell you," Odinvaldr said slowly, "is that there are movements among the Primordial Gods themselves. Decisions are being discussed—decisions that could alter the balance of the universe."

His gaze sharpened.

"If the wrong decision is made, the power of the Universe Will is bound to weaken significantly. So much so that it will no longer be capable of triggering tribulations powerful enough to threaten the Ancient Ones."

Vlad and the White Death immediately remembered the overwhelming force unleashed by the Universe Will when the Master first arrived.

That power had been so immense that the Empyrean had chosen to retreat into hiding rather than face it directly.

But if that protection disappeared...

Then the Master and the other Ancient Ones would be able to move freely throughout the universe.

"You said if we don’t act soon," Overlord spoke suddenly.

Unlike the others, he recovered from the shock much faster.

"Does that mean you want our help to fix whatever is happening in the Primordial Divine Realm?"

All eyes turned toward Odinvaldr.

The Primordial God of Bloodshed and Battle gave a solemn nod.

Yet his confirmation only created more confusion.

According to everything they understood, beings from the Higher Dimension could not simply enter the Primordial Divine Realm. The only path was to ascend and become a Primordial God themselves.

And that was not merely a matter of power.

It required carving a legend across the stars—achievements so great that the universe itself recognized your name. Only then could one begin the long process of becoming the vessel of a fundamental Law, a journey that often required hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of years.

The leaders of the Six Sun Alliance simply did not have that kind of time.

Even if they did, there were far faster paths for them to grow stronger.

Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Odinvaldr continued.

"It required tremendous effort and sacrifice," he admitted, "but I have found a way to bring some of you into the Primordial Divine Realm."

Those words caused the chamber to fall completely silent.

"There," Odinvaldr continued, "you will play a critical role in determining the future of the universe."

His gaze moved across each of them.

"And if everything goes well, you will return stronger than before—supported by a Universe Will that will stand beside you throughout the coming bloodshed against the Ancient Ones."

Still, the sovereigns remained silent.

What Odinvaldr offered sounded extraordinary.

But there was an obvious problem.

There were far too many missing details.

"We will need a moment to discuss this among ourselves," Overlord said.

Odinvaldr nodded deeply before leaving the chamber.

The moment he was gone, the discussion began.

The expressions on the sovereigns’ faces were grim.

Entering the Primordial Divine Realm sounded like the beginning of a legendary saga—something that every single one of them might have dreamed of achieving one day.

But not now.

They were in the middle of a war.

Even though the main forces of the Ancient Ones remained sealed, their agents continued to infiltrate the universe, spreading chaos and destruction among the stars.

And that was not their only problem.

They still had to deal with the forces of Hell and the Abyss.

Then there was Heaven.

Heaven had remained silent for now, but the True Depravita of Wrath knew better than to trust that silence. There was no chance that those arrogant winged zealots would forget the massacre Vlad had inflicted upon them.

Revenge would come.

Eventually.

Yet refusing Odinvaldr’s offer was not a good option either.

If what the Primordial God had said was true—and their instincts told them it was—then the consequences of doing nothing would be catastrophic.

If the Universe Will weakened...

Then they would be forced to face the Master and the other Empyreans of the Ancient Ones without protection.

And that could only end in one way.

Their deaths.

The destruction of their worlds.

The extinction of their civilizations.

More and more ideas were proposed as the leaders of the Six Sun Alliance searched for the best possible path forward.

But there was no perfect solution.

Every choice created weaknesses. Every decision opened opportunities that their enemies might exploit.

The discussion lasted for more than an hour before they finally reached a conclusion.

Once their decision was made, they summoned Odinvaldr back into the hall.

Vlad stepped forward.

He looked directly into the eyes of the Primordial God, a sharp and meaningful light shining within his gaze.

When he spoke, his voice carried unwavering resolve.

"We will follow you to the realm of the Primordial Gods."