Chapter 45: God of Tiny World vs Soul King

Meanwhile, from the perspective of the Soul King, everything happening before him felt completely devastating beyond imagination.

His entire understanding of reality itself was being overturned right before his eyes.

The laws separating higher realms and lower realms were absolute.

Absolute.

This was not something ordinary cultivators could question.

This was not something immortal emperors could casually ignore.

Even ancient heavenly sovereigns respected those laws because the barriers separating worlds were woven directly into existence itself. Countless cultivators throughout history attempted breaking through dimensional boundaries forcefully, yet almost all failed miserably.

Some were erased by heavenly punishment.

Some became trapped between worlds forever.

Some exploded into dust the moment they touched the boundaries separating realms.

Even supreme immortals required terrifying preparations before descending into lower realms. Ancient sacrifices involving millions of souls were often necessary merely opening temporary cracks between worlds.

Some ancient sects gathered heavenly treasures for tens of thousands of years merely creating stable passages between dimensions.

And yet now, this unknown faceless giant punched through it.

Not using ancient arrays.

Not using forbidden treasures.

Not using sacrifices.

Not using immortal formations.

A single punch.

Just a single horrifying punch.

The Soul King’s breathing became unstable afterward while countless thoughts exploded chaotically inside his mind.

What kind of existence was this thing?

How could a lower realm possibly produce something like this?

Impossible.

No lower world should possess an existence capable of physically tearing apart dimensional laws with raw force alone.

Not even ancient forbidden realms were supposed to contain such monsters.

Meanwhile, throughout the heavenly palace, the immortal cultivators were already screaming in horror while desperately trying stabilize the collapsing spatial storms surrounding them.

Several immortal elders already died earlier.

Instantly.

No resistance.

No struggle.

No opportunity to survive.

Their bodies exploded apart like fragile insects struck by heavenly punishment, while even their souls vanished completely afterward. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

After all, the giant’s fist was coated with the laws that separate the lower realms from the realms above it. So how could the souls that struck it survive?

Meanwhile, the Soul King slowly clenched his fists. Tight.

Regardless of what this thing was, he absolutely could not allow it to continue rampaging freely.

Then suddenly, the giant fist descended again.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The heavens darkened instantly.

An enormous shadow swallowed the entire upper realm palace while endless cosmic storms spiraled around the descending fist. Galaxies rotated slowly throughout the giant arm while countless stars exploded endlessly within its flesh.

The pressure alone caused weaker immortals collapsing onto their knees instantly.

Meanwhile, the Soul King’s pupils shrank violently afterward.

Too fast.

The attack was too fast.

Without hesitation, the Soul King immediately formed countless hand seals.

His fingers blurred endlessly.

One seal.

Ten seals.

A hundred seals.

Thousands.

Golden immortal qi exploded violently from his body afterward while ancient runes appeared throughout the surrounding heavens.

"HEAVENLY SOUL BARRIER!"

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

An enormous golden shield manifested instantly above the heavenly palace. Ancient immortal symbols rotated endlessly around its surface while countless soul dragons roared across the barrier.

But the Soul King did not stop there.

"IMMORTAL VOID DEFENSE!"

Another barrier formed instantly.

Then another.

Then another.

Layer after layer appeared endlessly.

Every defensive spell was powerful enough protecting entire immortal realms from destruction.

Meanwhile, the giant fist continued descending mercilessly.

Then finally.

KABOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The punch landed.

The entire upper realm exploded violently afterward.

Space shattered endlessly.

Mountains collapsed instantly.

Immortal rivers evaporated.

Several floating heavenly palaces disintegrated from the shockwaves alone while countless immortal cultivators were thrown backward helplessly.

Meanwhile, the Soul King’s body trembled violently afterward.

The barriers above him cracked instantly.

One shattered immediately.

Then another.

Then another.

Countless defensive formations exploded apart violently under the pressure.

Yet fortunately, the final layers barely held.

Barely.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Clayne blinked afterward.

"Huh?"

He honestly became confused.

Instead of smashing the Soul King flat like earlier immortal cultivators, his fist suddenly felt blocked.

Like punching a gigantic pillow.

A really strong pillow.

Clayne immediately pulled his fist backward afterward while staring curiously toward the tiny upper realm.

"What is that?"

Then his eyes widened slightly.

The person named Soul King was completely unharmed.

Meanwhile, inside the upper realm, the Soul King secretly trembled afterward while maintaining the barriers desperately.

He blocked it.

He actually blocked it.

Although barely.

Meanwhile, Clayne frowned afterward.

Then suddenly, he punched again.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

Another horrifying impact exploded throughout the upper realm.

The barriers cracked violently once more.

Then another punch descended.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

Then another.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

Then another.

BOOOOOOOOM!!!

The entire upper realm continuously shook afterward while the Soul King desperately maintained countless defensive immortal techniques around himself.

Meanwhile, Clayne continuously punched curiously afterward.

"Huh?"

"What about this?"

Boom!

"What about this one?"

Boom!

"Still not dead?"

Boom!

Meanwhile, the Soul King almost vomited blood from rage afterward.

This horrifying faceless existence was treating him like some strange toy.

The Soul King continuously created new barriers desperately afterward.

Golden spiritual walls.

Soul barriers.

Ancient defensive formations.

Reality stabilizers.

Void shields.

Everything.

Every terrifying defensive spell he mastered throughout countless years erupted continuously afterward merely surviving the endless punches.

Each impact felt catastrophic.

Every punch carried force beyond imagination.

The Soul King could feel his immortal qi depleting rapidly afterward while his internal organs continuously shook violently.

Meanwhile, the surrounding immortal cultivators already became horrified beyond reason.

Because they had never seen the Soul King defend himself this desperately before.

Not once.

Not even during ancient upper realm wars.

Yet now, he was continuously defending against punches from an unknown faceless giant.

Meanwhile, Clayne finally stopped afterward.

Because he realized something important.

He was not strong enough yet.

Earlier, after casually slaughtering countless zombies and crushing cultivators inside the tiny world, he unconsciously became slightly overconfident.

But now reality directly slapped him.

The Soul King survived.

Which meant stronger existences truly existed.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly nodded to himself afterward.

He understood now.

He absolutely could not become arrogant.

Not yet.

He was already at the Fourth Stage of Qi Infusion Realm and physically speaking, he already possessed strength many times greater than ordinary humans.

Yet even then, he still could not casually destroy stronger upper realm cultivators.

Which meant he needed becoming stronger.

Far stronger.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly pulled his hand backward afterward.

Then suddenly, his vision blurred.

The upper realm disappeared instantly afterward.

The endless heavenly throne palace vanished.

The immortal cultivators vanished.

The Soul King vanished.

And soon, Clayne found himself standing once more inside the hallway of his school.

The cold corridor returned.

The piled zombie corpses returned.

The smell of blood returned.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly looked downward afterward toward the tiny world in his hands.

Then slowly, he understood.

He needed becoming stronger.

Stronger and stronger.

Otherwise, eventually, he would lose his status as a god inside the tiny world.

Because cultivators always sought defying stronger existences.

They challenged heavens.

They challenged fate.

They challenged immortals.

So naturally, one day, they would eventually challenge him too.

Meanwhile, Clayne slowly narrowed his eyes afterward.

If he wanted obtaining everything he desired, if he wanted controlling the tiny world completely, if he wanted surviving this apocalypse, then he needed growing endlessly stronger.

Fortunately, he faded away earlier before those upper realm cultivators counterattacked.

Otherwise, things might become troublesome.

Still, Clayne honestly felt satisfied.

Very satisfied.

At least now he confirmed something important.

The tiny world truly possessed higher realms.

And that meant greater opportunities.

...

Meanwhile, back inside the upper realm of the tiny world, the Soul King still stood beneath the destroyed heavens.

At first glance, he appeared calm.

Completely stable.

Completely unharmed.

But then, after the faceless giant disappeared completely, the Soul King suddenly dropped onto his knees.

PUUUUFFF!!!

A massive mouthful of blood exploded from his mouth afterward.

Then another.

Then another.

Blood continuously poured endlessly from his lips while his body trembled violently.

The surrounding immortal cultivators instantly became horrified afterward.

"SOUL KING!"

"Your Majesty!"

"Ancestor!"

Meanwhile, the Soul King continuously vomited blood afterward while desperately stabilizing his spiritual qi.

His internal organs already suffered severe damage.

His soul itself trembled violently.

The pressure from those punches earlier was simply too terrifying.

The Soul King slowly raised one shaking hand afterward while breathing heavily.

Then slowly, with visible difficulty, he forced himself standing again.

Every movement looked unstable.

Every breath looked painful.

Yet despite this, his eyes remained filled with terror.

Because he understood clearly now.

That thing earlier could have killed him.

If not for the countless defensive spells and barriers he activated instantly, he would have exploded exactly like the others.

Meanwhile, the surrounding immortal cultivators stared at him with disbelief afterward.

Because the Soul King’s cultivation was unfathomable.

To them, he was practically invincible.

Yet now, he looked heavily injured merely defending himself.

Meanwhile, the Soul King slowly looked upward afterward toward the shattered heavens.

Then afterward, he spoke hoarsely.

"We must understand what that thing is."

The surrounding immortals immediately became silent afterward.

Meanwhile, the Soul King continued speaking slowly.

"Those punches carried force beyond ordinary immortal understanding."

"I used seven supreme defensive arts simultaneously."

"I reinforced reality itself."

"I condensed heavenly soul barriers."

"I even burned immortal essence."

"And yet..."

His voice trembled slightly afterward.

"Each punch nearly shattered everything."

The surrounding immortals immediately inhaled cold air afterward.

Because they understood exactly what that meant.

If the Soul King failed defending even once, the entire upper realm palace would have vanished instantly.

Meanwhile, the Soul King slowly clenched his fists afterward.

"We need spies."

"We need information."

"We need understanding."

"We must know whether that thing can cross realms freely."

"We must know whether it possesses intelligence."

"We must know whether it is alone."

"We must know everything."

Then suddenly, the Soul King raised his voice loudly.

"GO!"

The surrounding immortal cultivators instantly scrambled away in panic afterward.

Because for them, if even the Soul King became this terrified, then the faceless giant truly existed beyond reason itself.