Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 162: One on One (2)

The truth was that even they, as Immortal Gods of this plane, knew too little about that war.

Why was it being fought? What was worth the lives of so many Immortal Gods? They weren’t even sure of who the enemies of the Time and Space Immortal God were. They couldn’t help but ask themselves… if this enemy was so mysterious, then how could they be wished away with a single wave of Abraxus’ hand?

Nothing from start to finish made any sense. It could even be said that the only thing they knew about this war was its name… and this was only because of the existence of the Divine Stele. historical

It had to be said that the Divine Stele, as a Treasure of the 33 Heavens, wasn’t so simple. If it’s only ability was giving a name to Immortal Gods, how could it be worthy of being the longest standing treasure amongst those 33?

Though the Divine Stele also had one passive and one active ability, the truth was that due to certain circumstances, both could be used as passive abilities. Due to the fact the Divine Stele was the creation of the Heavens and the Heavens supplied it with energy, its active ability could be used with just as much impunity as its passive, making it the only Treasure of the 33 Heavens that could be considered to have two Legendary abilities.

The passive ability of the Divine Stele was to bestow a name upon an Immortal God.

This seemed like a meaningless task, but this wasn’t the case at all. Dyon had long since found out that Faith didn’t work exactly the same on the Immortal Plane. And, now that he had his memories back, this was no longer just a vague comprehension.

The Immortal Plane placed more emphasis on the individual rather than the whole. The name one held bestowed unimaginable power.

The Time and Space Immortal God, for example, commanded control over time and space no one else could match. Even if you specialized in these laws, you would be directly suppressed beneath his might without having a chance to do much of anything.

A name was far more effective that even a domain and, in some cases, even an Origin Source. This was the power of the Divine Stele.

If one gained a great name, even if they never trained again in their lifetime, their power would have jumped forward by leaps and bounds.

Of course, it was also possible for Immortal Gods to gain similar and overlapping names as well, though no two would ever be the exact same. In such cases, the more powerful name would trump the weaker.

In the case of names, the simpler, broader and blander it was… the more power it held.

Something like the ‘Yin Soldier Immortal God’ was far too specific. He could only suppress a very small group of puppet masters, and even then, his victory wouldn’t be guaranteed.

However, think of the Time and Space Immortal God… How could the two even be compared?

This wasn’t the end to the Divine Stele’s first ability either. It was possible for names to evolve as an Immortal God grew stronger or stronger Immortal Gods died. But, most importantly, it was also possible for given titles to be swallowed.

With the mediation of the Divine Stele, as long as a duel occurred in its domain, one could snatch the title of another to make your own more powerful. The enlightenment given by such an event was worth more than even millions of years of secluded cultivation.

But then what was the active ability of the Divine Stele? This ability also seemed simple… However the truth was that it was even more devastating than the naming of Immortal Gods.

The Divine Stele’s active ability allowed it to give names to the major events of the Immortal Plane.

Why was this so important? It was precisely because these names often gave glances into the future… Any event important enough to receive a name from the Divine Stele was a penultimate point in time, not much unlike the penultimate point Dyon experienced on the mortal plane… except, countless fold more potent!

The simpler, the broader, the blander the name… the more important the penultimate event…

The War of Balance…

It had such a name, yet it was ended by the wave of a single man’s hand? What exactly did this mean? What was the significance? Even they, as Immortal Gods, simply didn’t have the answer.

As the Time and Space Immortal God, Abraxus had to be incredibly careful with his actions. His every thought, his every movement, caused countless timelines and the fundamental laws of space to twist and distort.

For him to not be involved in a penultimate event of the timeline, it only made sense. Yet, not only did he interfere this time, he directly grinded it to a halt.

Nothing about it made sense… Unless… This was all planned…

Imaigne began to hesitate. Were they playing on the palms of someone’s hands? Was that hand Abraxus’? If this was true, could they really afford to continue to sit idly by…?

…

“… It’s almost time.”

These words didn’t come from the elders locked in a fierce debate. In fact, it wasn’t even spoken in the Phoenix Hegemon. It was simply impossible to tell who it was who said them.

The words seemed to drift into the ears of everyone on the Immortal Plane, branding their subconscious. Yet, somehow… No one heard the words either. Not even Dyon.