A Regressor’s Tale of Cultivation Chapter 810 Chapter 806: Final Day

Chwarararak—

With the might of Omnipotence, I steady the quaking Mount Sumeru.

Right after that, I extend my hand toward the myriad otherworlds of the Creator Gods close to the Gestation World.

Omnipotence's power gets used up.

Should an Origin Essence of Omnipotence exist, there'd be no drain at all, though that doesn't really catch my eye.

The distinct Heavens and Earths, along with the otherworlds that crumbled into dust and dispersed, slowly gather once more as Omnipotence's force infuses them.

To start, I swiftly mend the realms of the impersonal gods lacking a Creator God, then reverse their timelines so that any harmed beings simply 'never were'.

Woong— Woong—

Next, I draw on Omnipotence again to repair the domains of the personal gods, the Creator Gods, on their behalf.

Naturally, bringing back the Creator Gods' core forms all at once proves impossible.

Reviving their authentic bodies in a single push would demand every bit of existing Omnipotence.

All that's feasible is trailing the green deer and easing their damages as best we can.

Woong woong—

Yet, lacking any notion of death to begin with, they brush off their own demises and appear thrilled simply by the bulk of their worlds' revival.

A profound wave of thanks flows from their realms.

Simultaneously, wild cheers, accolades, and the like surge toward me, the one who unraveled the Future King's tangled fate.

Some even suggest we indulge in whatever fun we fancy in their domains before departing, but I can't quite grasp the intent, so I brush it aside.

In this hasty effort, we've patched up the Creator Gods of the otherworlds and their realms to a fair degree, leaving Omnipotence's strength notably diminished.

It's a tad disappointing, yet it'd spell trouble if those divine entities later hold grudges and swarm the Gestation World en masse.

From the view of someone who's briefly wielded omnipotence, since they already hold all there is, such actions seem unlikely, but...

One can never be certain, so extending goodwill remains essential.

And above all else,

Kugugung!

Our home soil.

Mending Earth ranks as a key priority too.

The dimension housing Earth caved in completely, posing a real hassle, but restoration luckily appears within reach.

"Is that your home realm?"

Bong Hwa eyes the dimension we hail from with keen curiosity.

"I sense no qi, no enigma, no wonder there. To wield divine might in such a place, defying norms through sheer will—like Primordial Origin's Immortal Cultivation—would be required."

"Indeed, Master."

Kang Min-hee starts to outline our origin dimension to the Underworld, pauses abruptly, and stares at it.

"Hold on, Seo Eun-hyun. Check that out..."

"Ah..."

Indeed.

Does my regression's timeline only hold within Mount Sumeru, without extending to Earth's dimension?

Having looped through endless regressions over unimaginable spans...

In the world we left behind, our Earth...

It's long been devoured and erased by the Sun's expansion into a red giant.

What's more, the Sun itself has burned out its days and shrunk to a white dwarf.

Yes...

The home we remember is lost.

"Why fret over it?"

As we gaze at the scene in stunned silence for a beat.

Bong Hwa offers a straightforward fix.

"Travel at Nirvana Tranquility's pace. That way, you can drop into whatever era of that realm you wish and dwell there."

“Th-That...but the First King...”

"Just use Underworld, Imperial Venerable, Heavenly Venerable, or whatever fits. With him in slumber now, even Heaven's name is yours to claim freely. The title feels off, so it won't stick."

"Got it, Underworld."

I stick with calling her Underworld as before and inquire.

"How does the Underworld know about that?"

"Know what? What do you suppose grasping Omniscience entails?"

She offers a soft smile and explains.

"Even with the Absolute's grip released...that strength lingers on, so among endless mysteries, nothing escapes my knowledge."

That's true.

The ghost from ages past.

I hurled the Absolutes to another realm.

Naturally, during that, the Underworld—whose essence blended with mine—concurred to a large degree, so it wasn't solely my call.

Regardless.

"The Three Daos' laws endure still."

Though the Absolutes are cast out, not just the Three Planes but the Three Daos' principles persist as if innate.

No, the Plane of Soul, in particular, seems to have bloomed even more lively than prior.

'Ah...I get it.'

Upon closer inspection, realization dawns quickly.

While Hong Fan ripped the Absolute of Miracle and divided it sevenfold, purity's domain stepped in for the original Absolute.

To fill that void, Hong Fan established the Interdimensional Void and the Plane of Soul born from it—the very Plane of Soul we've always known.

But once the Absolute of Miracle unified, the Plane of Soul restored fully too.

And it holds firm even with the Absolute of Miracles banished outward.

"How could that even happen? In the memories I gained as an absolute entity, nothing like this appeared."

"Naturally. Your recollections focus solely on Miracle, while mine center on Omniscience. Thus, I grasp these hidden truths more keenly."

We nod along to her ongoing words.

If Origin Essence stands as the land deed, and its matching attribute as the terrain,

The Absolute acts like an imperial seal.

Beneath the Absolute lie the realm and its dominion.

"The world won't plunge into utter turmoil if the Absolute vanishes. We've already claimed the Absolute and, via it, earned recognition as the realm's sovereigns. With the monarch enthroned, the seal pales against the ruler's command."

Exactly.

The Absolutes may have departed to elsewhere, but Hong Fan's darkness throne,

The Underworld's flame throne,

And my crystal throne persist.

"Of course...hurling the Absolutes to another realm mirrors a sovereign willingly surrendering command, so henceforth we can't wield the Absolute with past ease. We've forfeited True Emperor's full sway."

Per her account and Kang Min-hee's interspersed clarifications, our state now resembles a monarch handing reins to an assembly.

To draw a parallel, it's like a ruler with total legislative, judicial, and executive control passes the scepter to an heir who claims the seal, assumes sovereignty, then shatters the seal and delegates to a reliable governing body.

"The thrones you and Master forged...they're the fresh governing bodies born from an Absolute Owner's ascension."

Going forward, Supreme Deities will tap strength not from the Absolute but those thrones to attain Heavenly Venerable status.

It's akin to joining the assembly.

And I, holder of the crystal jade throne, effectively serve as the assembly's lone member and chair.

"In what amounts to upper and lower chambers, you and Master stand as the sole members and chairs, so...barring a new Heavenly Venerable's rise, no challengers will emerge on Mount Sumeru for ages...or maybe none ever did."

As explained, had those thrones not formed and we'd expelled the Absolutes post-ascension, chaos would ravage paths without thrones, potentially wiping out their dominions in the direst scenarios.

If Origin Essence and its attribute are deed and soil,

The Absolute and its path equate to seal and dominion.

Soil endures sans the deed; it just lacks oversight.

Yet dominion, that force, can reshape soil at will, and unchecked, it might one day wreck it beyond repair.

Had someone seized the Absolutes sans True Emperor status, advanced, and flung them away without dominion's handover, the power might have dissolved outright.

"The forerunner likely foresaw such risks and ensured that upon True Emperor attainment, a throne manifests anytime, even post-Absolute loss, channeling powers smoothly regardless."

Truly, Creator Gods, absolute entities, and omnipotent beings appear utterly astounding.

Anyway...

"Your Omniscience power now doesn't quite hit Life Supreme Deity tier, but it's still quite handy."

"Yes. It lags just behind Life Supreme Deity level, yet eclipses the History Heavenly Venerable's far."

"Even labeling you Heavenly Venerable feels off. Maybe a whole new category?"

A Heavenly Venerable typically draws might via divine infusion from an Absolute...

Henceforth, by accessing the darkness, flame, and crystal thrones crafted by me, Bong Hwa, and Hong Fan to claim a spot, they'll harness the Three Daos' might.

"Well, we can hash out such labels on our own time later."

Yes, later...

We've finally earned the space to ponder 'later'.

A peculiar feeling stirs within me at this.

Securing a throne seat now defines Heavenly Venerable realm.

As for me and the Underworld, throne creators, we likely get unique standing since the swollen Origin Essences show no sign of shrinking back.

The Myriad Stars and Rotation Origin Essences we claimed have ballooned beyond comprehension, and commanding half lets us anoint at least ten-plus Heavenly Lords or True Lords akin to the Radiance Ten Heavenly Lord.

On today's Mount Sumeru, we're the ones set to reshape and decree this world's every rule from here on.

I glance at the vacant darkness throne.

The Seat of Attraction Force and Fate.

Hong Fan's creation...

"We need at least one overseer for the Seat of Fate..."

"Hmm...ideally if the Heavenly Venerable of Time came back, but..."

The Underworld peers into far-flung otherworlds.

Surely, the Heavenly Venerable of Time could forge a seat in the Seat of Fate and deftly tweak its intricate fate web needing tweaks aplenty.

The Underworld heaves a soft sigh.

"Time's likely fled beyond our reach by now. Fearing the Future King's pursuit at any moment, he's too occupied escaping. We'll need someone to fetch him."

From patching Creator Gods' realms,

To fixing the disordered Mount Sumeru, governing amid the Absolutes' vanishing ripples, and curbing those tremors—such duties await us.

"And the Enders too...how to handle them?"

Tsuaaaaat!

I regard the spirits drifting nearby.

Silver Basket, squeezed by the Future King's overwhelming pull after capture, fainted briefly and hasn't stirred yet.

Vast Cold and Yang Su-jin, dispatched to Earth yet recaptured and hauled back.

And finally, Obsidian.

Surprisingly...

Plenty of Enders, Obsidian included, express desire to slumber right here on Mount Sumeru, sparing us placement worries.

They wish to doze off, reincarnate, and revisit their bonds anew.

The Underworld welcomes them.

Vast Cold voices intent to journey back with us.

Yet oddly, they refuse even a scrap of the strength earned here, yielding all powers back to this realm.

From Immortal Cultivation-granted dominions to their acquired forms, and beyond.

They care for naught but their core souls.

We and my accompanying Enders agree to embrace them, drawing Vast Cold in too for our shared return.

Finally, Yang Su-jin...

He approaches Jeon Myeong-hoon and shares a few transmitted words.

Jeon Myeong-hoon, upon hearing Yang Su-jin, recoils in shock.

"R-Redemption...!?"

Yang Su-jin affirms with a nod.

He aims to make amends for the scattered wrongs over a mere three millennia.

Those acts stemmed largely from dire straits.

Not all arose from disdain for non-humans.

And...

"Non-humans won't linger anymore anyway."

Yang Su-jin extends a hand toward Jeon Myeong-hoon.

"Will you hand her over?"

"..."

Jeon Myeong-hoon wavers briefly, then draws Zhengli from his hold and passes her to Yang Su-jin.

"I'll shoulder your karma. I'll face the Jade Pivot Forty-Eight Lightning Heavenly Great Immortals' pursuit, and with her...I'll wrap up our halted dialogue..."

Yang Su-jin chooses to stay in this realm.

And...the real worry isn't them.

"What about the other Enders...those who returned home bearing the vast might amassed on Mount Sumeru?"

"Well..."

Contemplating them, the Underworld exhales a tangled breath.

"For the moment...we can't act on them right away. Once the otherworlds' Creator Gods we mended rouse and regain strength, we can confer with them on next steps. So...we'll deliberate their fate more leisurely later. Priority now is locating Time..."

Then, Oh Hye-seo appeals to the Underworld.

"O Imperial Venerable. The Heavenly Venerable of Time...I'll seek him out."

"Hmm?"

"I'll track the Heavenly Venerable of Time, update him on Mount Sumeru's state, and escort him back."

The Underworld, sensing her motives, regards her and replies.

"You seek to ease your beloved's penalty and allow his rebirth, right?"

"..."

"Yet the Underworld's stance holds firm: merit stays merit, fault remains fault. They don't offset. That's our creed... So fulfilling that mission won't lighten his term."

Oh Hye-seo wilts slightly at the response.

But eyeing her thus, the Underworld extends a counteroffer.

"I'll assign Time's search to another. In exchange, aid me. If you do...it won't shorten your lover's penance, but I'll grant you oversight of his service."

"...!"

"Inspections will be rigorous, so no skirting his due chastisement. Still...you'll stay near, even in torment. Sound about right?"

"...Thank...you."

Oh Hye-seo, tears streaming from the Underworld's ruling, bows deeply.

"Then you'll join me. Co