The Ancient Sovereign drifted through the boundless void, a silhouette against which even the stars trembled. His gaze locked onto a small, shimmering blue sphere. His voice tore through the fabric of space-time, vibrating with an ancient authority.
"Dao Ancestor! Present yourself!"
Within seconds, the fabric of reality rippled, and the elderly guardian of the universe's fundamental laws appeared. He was hunched over, shivering in the presence of such raw power. "I am here, My Lord. How may this humble servant assist you?"
"This place," the Sovereign pointed toward Earth. "What is it?"
The Dao Ancestor bowed low, sweat beading on his translucent brow. "My Lord, that is a very new world. It was formed only sixty-six million years ago. It is still in its infancy."
The Sovereign's eyes flashed with a cold, piercing light. "Sixty-six million years? Why do you speak as if it were only yesterday? My current form is a mere one thousand years old! Are you implying this place is more ancient than my current manifestation?"
The Dao Ancestor pressed his forehead against the void in terror. "N-no, My Lord! It is just... that world is incredibly fragile. If you descend with your full majesty, the mere weight of your existence will erase that planet from reality. You must suppress your essence entirely. Moreover, the inhabitants there have only just begun to scratch the surface of 'Cultivation.' To them, you are not a god—you are a cataclysm."
Before the Dao Ancestor could finish his warning, the Ancient Sovereign was gone, leaving only a fading streak of light in the vacuum.
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### The Concrete Jungle
The Sovereign descended into the heart of a chaotic metropolis. Everything was stacked—buildings climbed toward the heavens, and people moved like swarms of ants, rushing past one another without a second glance. Disgusted by the chaotic energy of the crowd, he turned into a narrow, dimly lit alleyway.
Two young men lunged from the shadows, flicking open technological blades that hummed with low-level energy. "Hey, old man! Hand over those strange clothes and your wallet!"
The Sovereign didn't stop. His footsteps were heavy and rhythmic. "Your existence is nothing more than a stain upon the universe," he murmured.
One of the thugs cursed and tried to drive the blade into his side. The moment the Sovereign's aura brushed against them, the two men's bodies turned grey, then silently crumbled into fine ash. The Sovereign continued walking, never once looking back.
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### The First Bite and the Rotting Scent
He entered a small, humble eatery and sat at a corner table. A young, innocent waitress approached him with a tired but kind smile.
"Welcome, sir. What can I get for you?"
The Sovereign looked at the girl. "I have not eaten since the moment of my birth," he said, his voice cold and resonant. "I am curious. What is this 'food' that you mortals are so addicted to? Bring me your best."
When the dish arrived, he took his first bite. In that moment, a wave of sensation he had never experienced in a thousand years washed over his tongue. "This..." he whispered, and then he began to laugh. "This is magnificent! So, this is why humans cling to life so desperately!"
He laughed so heartily that the windows of the shop vibrated. But suddenly, his expression shifted. A foul, pungent scent hit his nostrils. It wasn't the food. It was the "spiritual rot" of the world. "A pity," he thought. "Such a beautiful flavor, yet this world will destroy itself through its own greed. What a tragic waste."
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### "Go Call Your Father"
At that moment, the door was kicked open. A group of forty men stormed in, clad in high-tech combat armor. At their head was a young man swinging an energy whip, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"In case anyone doesn't know, let me make it clear! My father is the Lord of the Milky Way! Not a single soul breathes in this sector without my permission!"
The youth marched over to a boy sitting quietly in the corner. "You! Why aren't you looking at me?" He brought his boot down hard on the boy's leg. **CRACK.** The sound of the bone snapping echoed through the silent restaurant.
The spoon in the Sovereign's hand dropped onto the table. His gaze turned toward the group that had just ruined the peace of his first meal. In an instant, he appeared directly in front of the arrogant youth.
"I do not care whose son you are," the Sovereign said. His voice caused the glass in the room to shatter.
"Who the hell are yo—" Before the youth could finish, the Sovereign grabbed his arm.
**KRAK.**
The youth's arm was twisted backward like a piece of dry parchment. He couldn't even scream; the Sovereign's aura was crushing the very air out of his lungs.
The Sovereign tossed the boy aside like a piece of trash and looked at the guards frozen at the door:
"His arm is useless now. Now, go and call that father he is so proud of. Let us see if this 'Lord of the Milky Way' looks quite so large when he is kneeling before me!"