Myriad Devils-Chapter 258: Mythralis

Authority over an Overlord?

Did the Young Lord really?

Why was this Young Lord even more frightening than the Human Lord back then?

The Human Lord represented the absolute pinnacle of creation, and what he did throughout his journey was never outdone.

Essentially, no matter what Anon did, or how it was done, it was difficult for him to make others conceptualize the idea that he was superior to the Human Lord at any one point...

Even as he now outdid the Human Lord by practically slaving away a higher existence, the Overlords found it difficult to fathom that he was superior to the Lord of the Humans.

And indeed, it was...

.....

The Cosmic Vessel was crushed, but the Elven race would not be so unbecoming.

It did not take long; in fact, it happened almost instantaneously.

A pathway created from kaleidoscopic colors suddenly burst forth, unfurling from the very depths of the Eternal Antiquity Prime region.

This was a blinding pathway, containing endless mysteries which manifested before Anon’s eyes in a kaleidoscope of colors.

There was a Heavenly aura that permeated the pathway, causing a mystic nature to douse space.

Only now did the Elven Overlord perceive an oddity...

The Ghost Autarch’s fingers were interlocked with Anon’s, and the sight sent a chill down the paradisical soul of an Overlord...!

What madness was this?!

For a time, the Elven Overlord was actually stunned, causing the unfurling pathway to seemingly freeze in time.

No wonder Tenebris had resisted their paradisical gazes. This was completely unfitting for the nature of a paradisical soul.

Suddenly, Anon’s abstract soul became less simple under the Elven Overlord’s paradisical gaze, and endless mysteries began overwriting its nature.

This was too much, even for the progeny of the Human Lord.

This Young Lord...

He was almost divine!

The end of the passageway branched into myriad realms.

Each showcased unique scenes of cosmic skies... no, these were actually scenes of heavenly rivers... wait, when Anon glimpsed again, in truth, these were simply a multitude of differing colors that intertwined in a complex pattern.

But he looked again, and the appearance of the many passageways branching into myriad realms burned his eyes.

Atop the main passageway, he was greeted by a familiar elven Envoy at some point on this path.

The latter had a peculiar expression when seeing the existence that was holding hands with the young lord.

’Is it our fault?’ Elandriel wondered in silence.

"Elandriel greets the High Honored and the Great Supreme," he cupped his fists and made a refined bow toward Anon before doing the same to the creature at Anon’s side.

At the end of the day, even if this was an uninvited guest, this was an Overlord.

He, Elandriel, was merely a Primary-Level Dimension Lord.

’Pinnacle-Level Dimension Lord... if only...’ He inwardly sighed.

Everything would change at that point; however, how difficult was that?

"I only hope that you have not decided on a banquet to welcome me..." Anon mused aloud.

The cosmic banquet to witness his otherworldly ascension did not leave a good taste with him.

It was akin to a set of individuals observing something amusing.

That amusing thing was him...

Those of Eldara had prepared a banquet as well, but they were doomed anyway.

"Haha..." Elandriel revealed an awkward chuckle, his thoughts moving rapidly.

"My Elven kin are forthright. Elandriel, why dost thou not bring him to this One’s Palace?" The magnificent voice of the Elven Overlord rang out.

On the bridge that branched into many realms, the envoy led him down a straight path, one that seemed to stretch out infinitely...

However, Anon did not perceive the passing of a long time, so not long after, they arrived before a planet unlike any he had seen before.

Anon’s third eye manifested, and his perception unfolded.

With a willpower in the Third Level, his perception could easily sweep over innumerable minor regions, but not quite yet an entire major region!

That was millions and tens of millions of light-years, an inconceivable magnitude for mortal existence.

But even such a perception struggled to wrap around this world simply due to its sheer size.

This was the core planet of a prime region...

One must understand that a prime region contained 10,081 to 129,600 major regions, which in itself contained an innumerable number of minor regions.

A prime region could be considered, for mortal existence, entire universes.

The core of this region was Mythralis.

The envoy brought him into this world. They stepped through a spatial layer that felt like piercing through a bubble.

The world was simply too vast, and so, Anon closed his third eye. Such a world should be explored after he completed his mission.

Elandriel clasped his hands tightly together, seemingly posing for a prayer.

Moments after, a dazzling light fell on them.

Anon was slightly stunned because, in this moment, he was unable to resist in the slightest.

His perception of the world twisted unnaturally, and when it calmed, he was in a completely different dimension!

The world is beautiful.

Mythralis is even more beautiful.

The World Tree is the most beautiful.

When his perception returned to normal, it was the most magnificent sight. This was difficult to conceptualize, much less to describe.

It was such a simple sight that it went beyond simplicity. This was so complex a sight that it appeared simple.

A grassy plane that contained the intricacies and an infinite number of mysteries. This was a grassy plane without an end.

There was a tree that stood eternally in solitude, situated in the center of this plane. This was the central point, not because it appeared to be in the visible center.

After all, this plane was infinite in size, so there was no central point; however, the tree manifested as the subconscious central point of this dimensional plane.

When he first saw this tree, he looked up, but it kept rising.

His third eye manifested, and his perception unfolded, but it kept growing.

There was no end, and in a few moments, it swiftly and easily grew out of the bounds of his imagination...

"Ugh..." He was slightly dazed, and his inner realm trembled in shock.

"As was expected of the Young Lord." The most serene of voices rang out across the plane, and a figure manifested in all of its majesty.

In the cosmic space, the Elven Overlord was obscured by the cosmic consciousness, yet in the realm of Mythralis, beneath the shade of the world tree, this was not the case.