Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

"¡Ahhhhhh!"

Zatiel released a deep exhale, allowing all the fatigue, pressure, and worries to leave with it. As he did that, a radiant smile appeared as he saw four people flying toward him.

There was pure peace and happiness in Zatiel's face as he hugged Zitra and Sophia before taking Aurora in his hands and smiling toward Noah.

"I am so glad to see you all again."

Although the time since the four left was but a blink of an eye in comparison with his life, all the events that had happened took a long toll on his mind and soul, and there was nothing he wanted more than to see his family again.

Sophia and Zitra loved Zatiel from the bottom of their souls, and they knew him better than they knew themselves, so they could see that he was hiding something. Still, none of them said a word and just smiled at their husband.

If Zatiel wanted to relax and forget the pressure of the future for a moment, that is what the two women would do.

Noah's mind and spirit had grown dramatically during the First Samsara Tournament, so he knew there was something behind his father's smile, but just like his mother, he remained silent and smiled like a good son.

The only one that did not know anything about that was the little Aurora. Although she was already over one hundred years old, her bloodline was so powerful that it would be thousands of years before her mind developed enough to process the depth of the events around her.

Right now, the only thought on the little girl's mind was that she could see her father again, making a radiant smile appear on her tiny face.

Zatiel felt true peace as he saw that little smile and looked at the rest of his family before speaking with a voice full of love.

"Let's go home."

Years began to pass after the trillions of refugees that left before the Daybreak-Beyonder War returned, and peace seemed to return to the Daybreak Universe.

Due to the extremely powerful energy and essence that flooded the Daybreak Universe and the power of the Nine Winged Sacred Mountains, more and more powerhouses were rising among the Ranks.

The number of Extreme Rank 9, which had not even reached one thousand before the Daybreak-Beyonder War, evolved to over five thousand in less than fifty years!

And that was only the beginning since the most significant evolution had been in warriors that thrived in the Fourth Realm. After the war, other than Orgullo, which had become an Omnipotent Realm Paragon, there were only two other Fourth Realm life forms, Ivar and the World Tree.

However, that changed radically since every single one of the Sacred Kings had managed to evolve their Truth or Eternal Flame to the point that they could break through to the Fourth Realm whenever they wanted.

And they were not alone since Roku, Bahamut, Eve, Ragnar, Pan Gu, and Ira had also managed to evolve their Concept or Law Paths to the brink of the Fourth Realm.

Of course, none of them evolved through a lone path. Instead, they chose to suppress their cultivation and evolve both paths so they could reach the Omnipotent Realm as soon as they broke through, just like Orgullo did during the war.

There was also the fact that everybody knew that Ezequiel and Venganza would reincarnate in a matter of time, and since the Samsara Thearch took care of it, there was no doubt they would return as Omnipotent Realm Paragons.

Three Omnipotent Realm Paragons, fifteen Initial Stage existences, and thousands of Extreme Rank 9 life forms, with several of them capable of Rank 10 battle power.

That kind of power was more than enough to face the entire Beyonder Army. It would have been an easy victory if they fought near the Daybreak Universe since not even Omnipotent Realms Paragons could resist the power of the living universe.

However, despite knowing that they were the greatest power in the trillions of light years, none of the powerhouses dared to relax for even a second, and they kept pushing themselves harder and harder, always striving for just one inch more of power.

As for the reason for that constant pursuit of strength, it had a name.

The Beyonder.

That monster did not even blink an eye when he sent every single warrior in his army to die to catalyze the evolution of the Samsara Thearch, and his ultimate goal was to challenge the Creator, the origin of all things.

Despite the crushing pressure of facing a monster that challenged the one that created everything, all the warriors of the Daybreak Universe showed nothing to their families and friends. Whenever someone asked, they just answered that the war was over and they had won.

Since the Samsara Thearch wanted to enjoy peace, then that is what they would give to him. That was also why no one entered the Twilight Universe yet.

Zatiel had granted that universe as a reward for their effort. Still, everybody knew that he preferred peace and harmony, which was why even the bloodthirsty warriors kept a peaceful life.

It was not really a great sacrifice since their bloodlust had been more than satisfied during the previous war, and a battle that could be their end was coming, so they would take all the rest they could get.

For three hundred and thirty-three years, the Daybreak Universe knew nothing more than peace since no threat required direct interference from its warriors.

Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

"Come to me. It is time to prepare for the final battle."

Those words echoed in the minds of several people in the Daybreak Universe. Some were with their families, others were training, and a few were simply resting their minds and souls. Yet, regardless of who they were or what they were doing, as soon as they heard those words, they flashed toward the Daybreak Sector.