Lord Shadow

He saw the blue aura of Azul, the golden light of the Divine Mountain in the second steps with the Hymns of Song in the background of the Divine Mountain, the Rune word floating on the third steps like some kind of Word Bestowing, the Celestial Golden White light of Odin enveloping his Celestial Law Body

He could that his All Source Disk is being reinforced by the help of that statue of a Supreme Being sitting on an ebony throne and his Law Body of the Ancient Demon is taking all the demonic energy coming out from the cracks of the statue of Zeus.

And this time this green being statue is helping his Aether Law Body to reach perfection.

Aether law Body is formed from his Aether Disk.

It is one of the rarest kind of energy that could be cultivated into Disk. At least on his planet it is.

In some magical world it is easy since it could be considered as Mana. In the Three Thousand World of the Jade Empire where variety of energy existed it is called Qi.

But it still requires the pure amount of that energy for it to be classified as Aether

It is extremely magical and Azief once thought to himself that if it is cultivated into Laws, even he could not fathom how powerful it could be used

Aether is something that seems to exist between both matter and energy. It can partake in the nature of either substance but it is neither of those things.

It seems similar to a life force but it is not.

It could even be considered to be a divine power.

Since it is fundamentally a power to create and if a Law could be formed from his energy, then using the Law of Aether he could create life. Real life.

It is an energy that existed in Elemental, Cosmic, spiritual and many others energies.

Even now the cosmological force around the Supreme Universe and dimension is shaking as the amount of energy that his Law Body is absorbing is not little.

A powerful tearing force take another chunk of Azief flesh. This time he could feel the coldness of the wind seeping deep right into his bones.

‘Fuck!’ The pain breaks out his musing and thoughts.

He uses his thought process to distract himself form the pain but now another chunk of his flesh was taken away he could no longer be so calm.

Yet, he also couldn’t let go.

There are only six steps to go. Yet, the steps look so far like the distance between Heaven and Earth.

His other eyes are swollen because of the clotted blood in the nerves of his left eyeballs.

This time, just like before without hesitating, he gouged his left eyeballs with his left hand and throw it into the emptiness of space.

Blood rushed down from both of his empty eye sockets. Even though he could not see, he could still use his Divine Sense to see.

But the wind that is swirling around him is no normal wind.

And the storms that is formed from that wind is no normal storms. This storm seems to disrupt the sensing abilities.

No one could imagine to see the invincible Death Monarch like this right now.

He is blind on both of his eyes, blood dripping down from empty eye socket like a rushing waterfall, his left ribs and his left arms shows an exposed bone as his flesh fill the steps of the Supremacy Stairway.

He took the next step and just like before another diamond pattern and vein like pattern appears.

The burn is even more painful this time. It is like one brought a heated knife and craved his flesh

This time it appears on his left thigh.

And the moment his feet step up on the eight steps, he could feel the coldness that seems to even freeze laws.

If Azief could see the tribulation of Katarina, he would have known that this coldness is the coldness of the Tribulation of Icy Hell.

Concepts are immobile, Laws are frozen, fate and Destiny unable to be fulfilled. This is the coldness of the Icy hell.

Sever emotions and leave your heart!

The wind of the cold seem stow whisper to Azief ears.

This kind of coldness did not only attack the body, it attacked the Will.

Even though right now Azief could not see, and his Divine Sense is destroyed but yet for some reason his Divine Sense could still sense the statue of the eight steps.

The statue is not only there to help the Law Body, it is also the protector and guide of those who walk these steps.

It is clear from the intention of the creator of these steps that this stairway is created to help people. But they will also only help people that are worthy.

His Divine sense locked on at the statue. Glowing in the darkness with holy light is a ten armed blue statue of a woman.

Now that he is blind, ironically he could see more clearly.

If before the appearance of the statue look just like stones, now that he scans the statue with his Divine Sense he could see them in a different from.

The statue of the blue women has a red colored eyes fill with intoxication and at the same time an absolute rage.

Her hair is disheveled yet it seems to emanate miraculous power and there is a small fang that protrude out of her mouth with her tongue lolling.

There is a sense of terror in her appearance that could strike fear in any being that look upon her face.

She is wearing a skirt made of many arms of many different races. She also had a garland of human head and accompanied by a serpents and a jackal.

Yet even this form of this statue transformed to another form. This time it is a four armed Goddess riding a lion with blue lotuses on each of her hand.

Azief avert his Divine Sense and he sighed. The pulling force yanked his Eight Disk.

The sense of Death pervades the Universe and the Supreme Dimension. An energy that flows through the realms of the living and the dead.

That Law Body of Nether have been formed. A Netherworld Sea formed on the eight steps. The very essence that flows through the realms of the living and dead is now stirring

Souls of this dimension suddenly appears coming out from the Void of Nothingness floating to the Netherworld Sea that is formed on the Eight Step of the Supremacy Stairway

Nether energy is the opposite of the Aether energy. It is similar but unlike it. It is like the Aether energy in that it is from a Plane that exists between the planes of both matter, and energy.

However, although it can partake in the nature of either substance, Nether energy is neither of these things.

He was reminded of this matter. He even felt that trying to turn it into Laws would be very hard.

Who would have thought by walking these steps he would have the opportunity to form the Law Body of the Nether?

While the Nether energy is being extracted from his body, Azief could feel that even his soul is about to be yanked out.

The pain that one could inflict into a soul is a different kind of pain than physical pain.

Whatever the equivalent of physical pain, the pain on the souls is one thousand times more torturous.

The Underworld in his Inner Universe crumbled and dissipated into dust.

‘Nether’ he muttered.

He muttered only one word but the entire Universe echoes with his voice, like an ancient being spoke a million years ago only now to have his voice heard.

Azief is now at his worst condition since he reached Disk Formation.

Both of his eyes is gone. Many part of his body is bleeding from cuts and a large chunk of his flesh is littering the steps of the Supremacy Stairway.

Yet, even though he looks like a normal pathetic mortal right now, there is some depth in his soul right now.

Like he was passing more than just the pain of tribulation of storms and mortal suffering. It was like he is passing the tribulation of time.

There is depth in his voice like the ancientness of the statue of all the steps he has walked pass by have seeped into his body and soul causing his power not to grow in damage but in depth.

The depth of Time is something that could not be achieved unless one experience Time itself.

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