My Talent's Name Is Generator Chapter 725: Upper Transcendent

In that very moment, the pair sprang into action.

The fabric of space twisted abruptly, depositing them right before me, their auras pressing so intensely against my flesh that it felt tangible.

Their power hit me like a wave, revealing instantly that these two were also Upper Transcendents, matching Upita's formidable level.

The first one broke the silence, his tone steady yet laced with peculiar interest.

"So it’s true. There really is an Executor. A new one."

The other Eternal cocked his head a bit, those obsidian, mirror-smooth eyes sweeping over me once more.

"Yes," he murmured deliberately. "But I cannot sense Upita."

A subtle arc touched the first Eternal's mouth, almost but not fully a grin.

"Did you kill him?"

I gave a nod.

"Then he must have underestimated you," he responded.

The second one dipped his head in agreement.

"But we won’t."

Simultaneously, they extended their palms.

"Domain," they intoned in unison, their words merging seamlessly.

"Three Gates of Survival."

The emptiness erupted.

A colossal wave burst forth from their forms. Thick waves of deathmist billowed from them like living entities, swirling wildly as binding runes flared to life inside. The very space creaked from the strain while six gigantic portals emerged around me, positioning themselves in various angles.

Every portal loomed immense, surpassing the height of any citadel, etched with overlapping laws and packed with heavy deathmist. Round runes spun across their faces, with locking sigils snapping into position sequentially. Once the domain locked in, a crushing force cascaded down from above, hammering the underlying core layer. Buildings shook. Broken ledges splintered more. The distant spire quivered from the force.

My eyes tightened.

Right away, they unleashed their domain.

Upita hadn't bothered with such a move.

With the weight bearing down, I triggered Right to Insight, allowing my Psynapse to weave across their domain. Its framework snapped into focus without delay. Each portal served as a multi-layered barrier. Not built for smashing or obliterating, but crafted to confine, limit, and block motion, essence circulation, and law invocation.

Their domains relied on sealing laws.

Deep down, a grin formed on my face.

Sealing fragments were just what I required. Plenty of them.

And here they were, offering them up freely.

I wasted no time.

"Domain," I uttered steadily. "Veritas Dominus"

The emptiness responded.

From my frame, a surge radiated out, smashing directly into the six portals. The collision didn't burst right away. Rather, the whole core layer dimmed as dense purple vapors surged from the unknown, engulfing the overhead void. Jagged bolts of lightning ripped across those vapors, each flash pulsing with commanding force over brute strength.

The ensuing rumble boomed so profoundly and dominantly that forces from every one of the three layers halted dead.

Demons. Phantoms. Abominations.

All halted and gazed skyward.

The vapors twisted furiously, then imploded toward a central spot before plummeting as a huge, timeless slab. Etched with fissures and aged by eons, it resembled an artifact ripped from the dawn of creation. Primordial weight emanated from it, warping space as it dropped.

As the slab started falling, the six portals quaked.

Runes wavered. Binding formations buckled. Deathmist roiled without control.

One Eternal at last voiced again, his tone edged with near-incredulity.

"What is this?"

The slab kept its pace.

I lifted my hand facing them.

I pronounced a single term.

"Erase."

The slab obeyed.

Authority from my domain unfurled. For an instant, all elements synchronized. Space, time, essence, deathmist, seals—everything merged in flawless unity.

A quiet, pale surge swept across the emptiness.

It hit the six portals initially.

They shattered like brittle crystal, their sealing laws bursting apart as the domains caved in on themselves. Deathmist blasted free, wild and erratic. I fired up the Abyss Core right then, sucking in the broken sealing pieces the second they shattered, drawing them into my Dawn Core like debris into a black hole.

The two Eternals swiveled to face me.

Their lips parted for words.

Opportunity never came.

Mid-gesture, their forms exploded, breaking into jets of dark ichor that flung apart and vaporized into oblivion.

Quietness seized the emptiness once more.

The core layer quivered in the wake. Simultaneously, my form hummed with vigor, a rush of feeling coursing through, potent enough to border on ecstasy.

I recognized its significance prior to any full realization.

I had breached the limit.

Level 400.

Upper Transcendent.

A torrent of might crashed into me all at once. All attributes leaped higher together, Essence streaming freer along my pathways, Psynapse honing keener, my physique and resolve syncing as though some inner chain had snapped loose. It seemed innate. Unavoidable.

I breathed out and glanced at the spot where the Eternals had lingered seconds before.

Precisely for that reason, I avoided invoking my domain casually. When I did, conclusions came too swiftly, too absolutely, too irrevocably. I voiced the musing quietly, mostly for my own ears, then raised my arm.

My domain reacted without pause.

All forces mobilized instantly—fire, water, air, earth, lightning, and substance alike—falling into line effortlessly, as though granted long-awaited leave. Essence welled up, and the emptiness over the core layer warped as two figures began emerging within my domain's grasp.

They dwarfed everything.

In the void, a pair of colossal blades materialized, hovering far above the core layer, each stretching beyond a bastion's length and bulky like ambulatory peaks. Electric fury danced on their blades in savage bursts, while pressurized liquid coiled around their hearts. Flame licked their lengths without warmth, and solid mass bolstered their shapes, fusing every force into one cohesive whole.

Oppressive force emanated from them without delay, smothering all. Space strained beneath their mass, and the core layer underneath shook as if foreseeing the doom.

I angled my head faintly and swept my arm downward.

The blades plunged.

They didn't drop as mere arms. They hurtled like falling stars, hauling ruin and obliteration in their trails as they blazed toward the two gateways that had spewed the Eternals earlier. The emptiness wailed as they bridged the gap in a flash.

The blades connected.

Clean penetration eluded them. The areas near the gateways contorted savagely, contorting and yielding as the frameworks fought to parry the blow, to curve aside, to evade annihilation. The gateways blazed, sigils sparking in desperate arrays as sealing principles resisted with full might.

I sneered.

Inside my domain, the primordial slab thrummed, boosting the energy surging into the blades. Their inner forces bellowed together, their might amplifying in one colossal rush.

Then the opposition shattered.

A thunderous roar echoed as both blades tore through the gateways simultaneously. The collision unleashed a blast tearing through the core layer, rifts snaking out in rough paths as the foundations cracked deeper. Deathmist and void wreckage burst in turbulent floods.

A deeper, resounding boom came next.

The two gateways blew apart.

The emptiness convulsed as their remnants ripped asunder, sigils crumbling into worthless shards before fading to null. The weight ebbed gradually, leaving scattered rubble and the lingering roar of havoc across the field.

The core layer rumbled once last time before stilling.