Single Wish: Rise Of The Omniscient Paragon Chapter 1140 - 1137: Move! Move! Move!

With Primus held in his base form in his right hand, Corey remained suspended in the air, his armor’s wings beating rhythmically.

He kept his focus sharp and his gaze steady, refusing to buckle under the suffocating weight of the Tribulation.

"Come."

The moment his challenge left his lips, the Tribulation erupted with a thunderous roar, and jagged streaks of lightning illuminated the heavens.

Corey braced himself for the impact of a golden lightning bolt, yet sixty seconds passed without a single strike.

A frown creased his brow as he tried to make sense of the delay.

He could feel the raw, murderous intent of the Tribulation; it clearly desired to erase him from existence, yet it held back its assault for reasons he couldn't fathom.

Unfortunately, he couldn't simply order Primus to consume the Tribulation due to three specific factors.

The first was his own intuition.

Each time he considered letting Primus devour the energy, a sense of dread washed over him.

The longer the sky remained stagnant without an attack, the more it felt like a trap designed to lure him into consuming it.

The situation was bizarre.

The second factor involved the Curse of Hunger currently afflicting Primus.

This troublesome curse was the result of Primus devouring the Will of the Heavens previously.

Corey sensed that if he allowed another Tribulation to be consumed so soon, the curse would either intensify or transform into something far more dangerous.

The third and final reason was the forced advancement; devouring the Tribulation would compel Primus to reach the next grade immediately.

Should Primus evolve now, the subsequent Tribulation he would face would be a thousand times more catastrophic than the current one.

Such an event would mean certain death for him, Primus, and Prima—and it would likely annihilate everyone on New Earth as well.

Reflecting on the Tribulation’s strange behavior, Corey’s gut told him it was baiting Primus to consume it just so a superior, inescapable Tribulation could finish them off.

This epiphany sent a freezing chill down his spine.

If his theory was correct, it was terrifying to think a Tribulation possessed such cunning. It suggested the phenomenon was as intelligent as a human, if not more so.

"Now, what do I do?" Corey whispered to himself while observing the sky.

He was unable to devour it, yet he lacked the strength to destroy it outright.

That level of power was beyond him.

Primus was capable of such a feat, but he required his wielder to be strong enough to channel and release that magnitude of force.

Ultimately, Corey’s own Cultivation was the bottleneck for Primus.

With a mental command, Prima reacted; her smoky, glass-like form surged up from his neck, coating his face like a second skin.

Light flashed behind his glass-covered eyes as Corey swung Primus toward the firmament.

The glass rod, originally the size of his arm, elongated until it was twice its initial length.

A golden bolt finally surged toward Primus, who parried the strike, sending the energy crashing into the Black Sea and turning a massive portion of the water into steam.

"You’ve finally decided to—"

Corey’s sentence cut off abruptly. Behind his visor, his eyes stretched wide in shock.

High above, a vast ocean of golden lightning manifested, mirroring the previous Tribulation.

However, what emerged from the swirling clouds this time was not a bolt, a spear, or a blade of lightning.

No.

A living entity composed of lightning descended.

It was a being of pure golden lightning, clutching a bolt of the same energy in its right hand. It lacked a face but possessed the build of a man.

Incalculable numbers of golden lightning sparks—millions, billions, trillions—coalesced to form this humanoid shape.

As it drifted downward, the aura it radiated caused the tides to churn and the very world to let out a pained groan that vibrated through the atmosphere.

The gods watched with expressions of gravity and burgeoning terror; some, like the Water Goddess, immediately retreated further from the site.

She gathered her followers and blinked away from the Black Sea in an instant.

Other deities who realized they were within the danger zone followed suit, fleeing the area.

"Kid, what have you done? What monster have you brought forth? How is it possible for you to summon that?"

"How can a mere mortal call upon the Will of Heaven Made Flesh?"

"How could a mortal summon the Condensed Will of Heaven?"

"How could a mortal summon the Auric Arbiter?"

"How could a mortal summon the... Heavenly Executor?"

At the opposite pole of the Black Sea, the Martial God stood with a heavy frown, his face a mask of anxiety, bewilderment, and dread.

Though his arms were crossed, his fingers dug deep into his own biceps.

"Just what are you, kid?"

Meanwhile, Corey stood paralyzed as the lightning entity made its slow descent toward New Earth.

No.

As the Heavenly Executor descended.

The sheer pressure was unlike anything Corey had ever encountered.

It surpassed the Immortals he had outmaneuvered and the horrors he had fought within the Shattered Dimension of the Old Ones.

It felt as though he were standing before a god—a true, absolute deity.

He tried to move, but his limbs refused to obey. He was pinned by primal fear and the overwhelming weight of the Heavenly Executor’s presence.

In truth, he would have collapsed to his knees already if not for Prima’s support.

Despite his body being frozen by terror and the Executor’s aura, his Stars of Consciousness remained active.

They worked frantically to regain control of his physical form, but their efforts were in vain.

The disparity in power was simply too vast.