Abyssal Lord of the Magi World

There was a universe invaded by chaos and horror, where trillions perished every day, and wars were not just common but enforced. An extended period of peace was considered a sin and could result in your entire civilization's destruction.

In this nightmare universe, worlds were not heavenly bodies that slowly grew alongside its inhabitants, with Cosmic Walls meant to protect those in the Physical Realm from the danger of the void. While they still had spheric bodies, they were fully sentient creatures with billions of parasites inside them.

If one of those parasites devoured enough of the competence, it would obtain the ability to fuse its Primordial Essence with the Universe Will, become an actual sentient creature, and reach the Soul Realm.

After reaching the Soul Realm, the creature would gain a sense of self and wisdom, but that was just the beginning of their never-ending struggle. More than ninety-nine percent of the new advanced life forms would perish in the first year, becoming food for the stronger ones.

Even after reaching the Law Realm, you would not be safe or able to enjoy a moment of serenity. In this universe, you grew stronger by devouring others, so letting your guard down was the same as death.

Anyone that rose to the peak in such an environment would become a perfect killing machine. Archdemons and Archdevils were like children in front of those apex creatures.

There was a massive world in the center of this universe, greater than any Prima Universe's Principal World. One could not see its surface due to the gray maelstrom that surrounded it, extending for countless light years.

Not even Law Overlords dared to get near this world. Just the maelstrom was considered a sacred field, and getting near it was the same as asking for your existence to be devoured.

Despite that, at this moment, a mighty dragon was flying toward that world. The creature was larger than a High Plane, with red eyes full of madness. In this universe, their kind had the name Ancient Eldritch Dragons.

He had dark roots packed with eyeballs covering his body, six powerful limbs that ended in razor-sharp claws, and wings capable of throwing any world into a perpetual night if unfolded.

Not only was this mighty dragon's body imposing, but his aura belonged to someone at the first stage of Rank 9.

Other than flying, the Rank 9 Ancient Eldritch Dragon was also eating. As for what he ate, it was nothing else but a world!

The spherical creature attempted to free itself from the Ancient Eldritch Dragon's grasp, but the difference in power was too much. As the dragon ripped pieces of it, countless parasites were exposed to the void and perished.

In the head of this world-eater dragon, there was a being with even more power. It was roughly forty-five meters tall and resembled a spider with putrefactive tentacles coming out of his chest.

The arachnid creature was an Eldritch Primigenial, and his lineage was even more special than the Ancient Eldritch Dragon. While extremely powerful, they lacked wisdom and were widely accepted as untamable.

Their kind was similar to the Sacred Beast Race from the Prima Universe in the sense they were universal phenomena made flesh. However, the only phenomena that could give birth to them were apocalyptic wars where even Rank 9 entities perished.

The Eldritch Primigenial's aura put his power at the second stage of Rank 9, and due to his unique abilities and heritage, he could even fight Primarchs!

All of that made the following fact even more incredible. There was a throne above the Eldritch Primigenial's head, and sitting in it was a man covered in a robe. As for the color of that robe, it was yellow.

The Ancient Eldritch Dragon flew into the maelstrom. It was so poisonous that the world on the dragon's hands rotted, but that did not stop the creature from advancing deeper.

Unfortunately, despite the Rank 9 Ancient Eldritch Dragon's best efforts, it could only cross half of the maelstrom before being forced to stop. It was too dense and was unable to push forward.

Even the Eldritch Primigenial felt some pressure due to the maelstrom's power. The only one unaffected was the man with the yellow robe.

He raised his arm and waved his hand, generating a blade force that split the maelstrom!

It seemed so simple, and yet the power in it was something that made the Ancient Eldritch Dragon and Eldritch Primigenial tremble in fear.

Without the gray maelstrom hindering his path, the Ancient Eldritch Dragon could reach the world with ease. It was lifeless, and massive mountain formations gave it what one could assume were two eyes and a smile. The name of this world was simple, Old World.

The Ancient Eldritch Dragon flew until it reached the Old World's orbit but did not venture forward. Previous experiences taught him there was a powerful space-time enchantment around it. While he could attempt to push through the gray maelstrom, he would only be shaming himself if he faced the invisible force field.

Once the dragon stopped his flight, the man above the Eldritch Primigenial stood up before transforming himself into a yellow beam that flashed toward the world at superluminal speed.

The space-time force field that the Rank 9 Ancient Eldritch Dragon did not dare to challenge could do nothing to hinder the yellow beam. He flew directly into the world, blasting a hole through the surface.

Inside the world at the Eldritch Universe's core, one could find a massive and complicated labyrinth that even Eternal Detachment individuals would find almost impossible to decipher. Everything was constantly morphing, so the passage forward was different every time.

That did not make a single difference for the beam. Without losing momentum, the man in the yellow robe flew forward, reaching the core of the Old World in less than five minutes.

In front of him, there was a massive hallway with more than a dozen giant skeletal creatures guarding it, each with an aura at the second stage of the Eternal Detachment Rank.

The sole purpose of the skeletal guards' existence was to keep people from disturbing the entities at the end of the hallway. Still, as they felt the man's aura, a terror so powerful assaulted them that they did not even dare to look in his direction.

The man in the yellow robe walked through the hallway, not even bothering to stare at the skeletal guards. Once he reached the end of the path, he saw a massive gate made of flesh. He raised his hand and blasted the gates open with a single push.

On the other side of the gates, there was a dimension even greater than the Old World, where fifteen gargantuan creatures slumbered.

Each of those creatures was a living horror, a supreme law and truth of the universe made flesh. Their auras were so powerful that normal Primarchs would not be able to compare.

The entity that dared to force his way into the place where those mighty and horrible creatures rested could only be the same man who dared to scheme against the World Tree.

The King in Yellow!