The eight infinite source gods raised their right hands as one and brought them down in a fierce, unified slap. Space didn't collapse under the blow, but the region where the massive beast's corpse lay shattered instantly. They kept at it, palms falling like hammers tempering raw ore — at their level, even supreme divine source secret artifacts held no advantage, since every part of their own bodies already rivaled a weapon of that caliber.
After several strikes woven together with telekinesis, a full suit of silver armor began taking shape at the center of the gathered gods, its scale stretching several hundred light-years tall. The instant the final thread was set, a crushing pressure burst from the armor, bearing down even on the infinite source gods who had forged it. Then, above the moon, the space itself seemed to tear where the golden armor had appeared, slicing the moon cleanly into two hemispheres. From the rupture, a massive beast emerged — the same one the golden-armored figure had cast aside earlier.
One of the infinite source gods identified it as a living entity of the moon. Through their refinement work, they'd learned its true name — the Entity of the Moon — so called for its habit of carving defensive techniques and armor-forging methods into the surface of every moon it touched. The moment it laid eyes on the gleaming silver armor the gods had crafted, it warped the space around itself and appeared before the armor instantly, its form contracting from millions of light-years down to a mere few thousand kilometers, settling into a humanoid shape with a long scaled black tail and three curved horns.
Small as it now looked beside the infinite source gods, the pressure it gave off far outstripped theirs, so they simply watched, making no move to interfere. The entity extended clawed fingers and began etching mysterious engravings across every scale of the armor.
When the last scale was inscribed, the armor's oppressive aura faded. It curled the armor into a ball, shrinking it further until it was no larger than a tennis ball — a small silver orb. The entity took hold of it. "Thank you for helping craft this armor. You'll be compensated now." With a wave of its hand, several infinite world cores flew out to the eight gods, along with a set of armor built for beings of their level. "These are weaker than the one you've just made," it said, "but still enough to withstand attacks at the infinite source god or devil level, and they'll triple your combined strength compared to your peers. I need to leave with this one now — otherwise a great calamity will fall on this boundless, unnamed source world."
The Entity of the Moon nodded to the eight gods and vanished back through the crack it had come from. The scene before Solanky shifted at once, dropping him into a chaotic battlefield where countless beings clashed in a war that seemed to have raged since the dawn of time. Solanky felt a jolt of shock — the auras radiating from these combatants surpassed any infinite source god he'd seen, rivaling even the Entity of the Moon itself.
The entity appeared to be fleeing something. Clutching the silver orb, it turned, and Solanky followed its gaze to see a horde of the forsaken — numbering in the billions — in pursuit, and at the head of that swarm, a red, horned devil with eight wings. Even from a distance, Solanky could tell the devil's power sat just a notch below the golden-armored figure he'd seen earlier.
Just as the devil's gaze began to drift toward Solanky's vantage point, the entity teleported beside it and struck it square in the chest with a whip of its tail, sending it tumbling away. The entity surged forward, its speed spiking to ten million times light speed. On this eternal battlefield, no laws held — every motion here defied basic principles like inertia that governed ordinary source worlds.
The entity began teleporting between one boundless source world and the next. Along the way, it had refined tens of millions of its own scales into decoys identical to the silver orb, and at every world it passed, it scattered over a thousand of these fakes behind it. Solanky, baffled by the strategy, watched as the true red devil closed in behind it at a pace that made the entity's own blistering speed look like a bicycle chasing a supercar.
The vantage shifted again, as though Solanky now watched from high above like a bird in flight — and he realized that after the nine hundred and ninetieth world, the entity finally released the real orb along with its decoys, just as it always had. Fortunately, the pursuing devil hadn't bothered destroying the falling orbs this time, the way he usually did — a habit that, whenever indulged, cost him dozens of worlds' worth of lost ground chasing the entity anew.
The scene shifted to a vast supercluster spanning trillions of light-years — the birthplace of Morogun, ancestor of the ancient devil-gods. The orb split in two: one half drifting away from the supercluster, the other falling toward a desolate planet. The vision split as well, showing Solanky both halves at once — one landing on the barren world, the other arriving in his own present-day infinite source world, caught by a young Lushan in his early days as a mere high-level devil.
Solanky couldn't understand it — of all the countless worlds the orb might have fallen into, it kept landing on ground that felt deliberately, familiarly chosen, as if someone had been quietly steering it there all along. He opened the vertical third eye on his forehead and invoked the observation technique — and what he saw left him stunned.
He watched his own Supremo body moving across timelines, ensuring his original self would one day receive the orb as a gift from Lushan before confronting the devil ancestor. The other half, the one that had fallen on the desolate planet, had been returned by Morogun to their realm in the form of two silver tablets. Back then, his Supremo body had split the orb open and drawn out the manuals bearing the Source-Defying Body Technique, passing them on to both Lushan and his past self, before his reincarnation.
The vision shifted again, to a shattered infinite source world belonging to the ancient devils and gods. Morogun fled through it, gravely wounded after slaying three infinite source gods in a brutal clash. He claimed the spoils of that battle — a fight that had left countless worlds destroyed, littered with corpses and shattered fragments of space.
Among those corpses lay the lifeless body of Solanky's own Supremo form, which Morogun gathered along with the others, intending a repossession technique — an attempt that failed catastrophically, his consciousness too corrupted to seize hold of another dead or unconscious being. With the last of his strength, Morogun then compressed the shattered source world down to the size of a supercluster, and the whole mass came to rest above the newcomer continent of the Sky Hybrid Sect. There, Morogun forged an alternate world split into three separate spaces, scattering the surviving creatures across them.
After boarding the arrowhead ship Solanky had used to gather his teammates, he ejected the corpse of one ancient devil-god out into the world below, where it settled beneath a lake — a clear sign that being had been cast out. Piece by piece, it all began to click into place for Solanky: every past event had been a deliberate move, laid down long ago in service of a far greater purpose still to come.