My Apocalypse Territory

My name is Samodan Cecil.

I am a prophet and was once a member of the royal family.

From my childhood, my talent was the best; at fifty, I broke through to the Transcendent Tier, and before I was five hundred, I managed to merge six Source Power Cores and step into the Second Tier of the Transcendent. I was almost about to break the historical records of the kingdom.

Unfortunately, I was not the Eldest Prince, nor the first heir to the throne of the Kingdom of Aino. The cultivation resources I received each year were far less than those of my foolish brother.

If it hadn't been for this, perhaps I would have broken the kingdom's historical records long ago.

The year I broke through to the Second Transcendent Tier, I had a whim and suddenly foresaw an image.

The sky turned red, and countless monsters descended from the heavens.

That was the apocalypse.

I told my father, the then King of Aino, about the prophecy.

He believed it but didn't care.

He arrogantly thought that the kingdom's power alone was enough to fend off the monsters at the gates.

I once suggested concentrating resources to train a very few top experts, adopting the mode of breeding, to filter the most elite warriors for the kingdom. Only that way, by sacrificing the majority, could there be a slim chance of survival when the apocalypse came.

But my suggestion was ruthlessly rejected.

The cold indifference of that time is still fresh in my memory.

Later,

the cultivation resources allocated to me became fewer and fewer.

Hundreds of years later, my foolish brother finally advanced to the Second Tier of Awakening and took over the kingship from my father. I proposed my plan once again, only to be met with colder indifference.

The decayed kingdom no longer had a place for me.

So,

I left.

I traveled across the continent of Aino.

It was the best decision of my life.

The Kingdom of Aino is vast, but in comparison to the continent and countless overseas islands, it is just a corner after all.

Leaving the kingdom, I had to make my own way. Since my foolish father and brother disagreed with my plan, I… just implemented it myself.

Thus,

the Doomsday Cult was founded.

I used my methods to filter out the warriors with the greatest talent.

I improved cultivation methods and utilized all available resources, including life, souls, and more.

Deprived of royal resources, my cultivation pace did not decrease but increased. In less than a century, the cult trained several Transcendent elites, and in less than a millennium, there were multiple Second Tier Transcendents.

All of this confirmed the correctness of my plan.

Only by sacrificing most of the mediocres, could a very few talented individuals advance more quickly.

Later,

as expected, the apocalypse arrived.

The Dark Creatures posed almost no threat to the cult, yet the continent became increasingly barren, the earth cracked, rivers dried up, and the Source Qi... became thinner and thinner.

The whole world was regressing.

For him, this situation was even worse, the chances of advancing to the Holy Tier under such thin Source Qi were practically zero.

However, the Pope was not worried.

Thousands of years of exploration on the continent allowed him to discover a colossal Flying Boat in a hidden location.

It ought to have been left by outsiders before the rise of human civilization on the continent.

The Flying Boat could carry them away from this world; it also let the Pope realize that worlds like the Aino continent were not unique in the universe.

He was already prepared to leave this realm.

Just at that time,

he found a little girl who contained terrifying powers within her.

He saw at a glance that the girl had infinite potential. She was extremely suitable for his long-planned "Ultimate Weapon" project.

Everything had been going very smoothly, but an unexpected event occurred less than a month before the ten-year deadline.

Fortunately,

at last,

he recovered the lost Ultimate Weapon.

The Pope, while casting, watched Nancy, feeling increasingly satisfied in his heart.

Look,

just missing for a few months, and the Ultimate Weapon had advanced from the Awakening Tier Perfection to the Second Tier of the Transcendent.

Such a terrifying speed!

Even though he had already greatly overestimated the potential of the "Ultimate Weapon," it was somewhat unbelievable.

It even exceeded the historical records of the Aino continent by several hundred times!

Immediately his heart grew even more fervent.

There was also a trace of relief.

He felt relieved that he had discovered the strongest weapon of escape in time. Otherwise, in a few more years or decades, who knows what kind of strength the strongest weapon would possess? If she had already broken through to the legendary Holy Tier, even if he possessed the "curse seal," he would hardly have time to cast his spells.

The genuine "curse seal," similar to the "Secondary Curse Seal," was much more complex, with a coverage and seal strength dozens of times greater.

He hid on the side and saw the Third Bishop fail to cast the "curse seal."

Similarly, he thought it was because the ten-year term was incomplete, causing the "curse seal" power to be reduced. Now, probably only the genuine curse seal would be effective.

He never thought that the alien species power injected into the "strongest weapon" had gone wrong.

That alien power, within the first three years of being sealed inside her body, still had the potential to be eliminated. Now, it had completely merged with the "strongest weapon," growing stronger as her power increased.

Even he, the person most familiar with the alien power, was helpless.

Not to mention others.

He felt very relieved.

The Pope, while confining the opponent with domain power, quickly executed his spell.

His nimble fingers shifted like phantoms.

In less than a second, he had completed the preliminary movements for the "curse seal."

Accompanied by the escape of the last musical note.

"Curse seal, activate!"

A strange fluctuation rapidly spread.

Normally, the power inside Nancy would create resonating fluctuations, thereby activating the curse seal.

However,

One second, two seconds passed.

Nancy looked at him curiously, but no other reaction occurred.

The Pope's old face was hard to maintain.

Unlike the Third Bishop, who was banking on luck, he had not prepared to try again… Losing face one more time was truly intolerable, especially with his subordinates watching nearby!

"Cough!"

"There might have been some errors in the previous arrangement, but no matter, we'll just capture her again. Seal her for ten, a hundred years—I'm not lacking in time."

A more horrifying aura spread.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment. Even the Transcendent Tier dark creatures felt a soul-deep shudder.

Source Power gathered into a giant hand reaching for Nancy.

A mere Second Tier Transcendent faced a Third Tier Domain level powerhouse, just as a child facing a robust man—how could she possibly resist?

Whoosh—

A purple glow slashed out, colliding with the Source Power hand, and a thunderous explosion erupted, sending terrifying tidal waves of energy in all directions.

Space grew increasingly fragile, cracking open with countless fissures.

Numerous dark creatures dissipated as if they were just dust.

The three Second Tier bishops nearby tumbled through the air, frightened enough to swiftly retreat.

The remaining First Tier Transcendents recalculated their safe distance from a few tens of kilometers to over thirty kilometers, nearly desperate to flee this space in the old Royal Capital.

Tang Yu stretched out his hand, using domain power to form a shield that blocked the surging shockwaves.

"Hmm?"

The Pope lifted his eyelids, surprised.

He actually managed to push back his domain power?

He saw around Nancy, circles of purple energy expanding, countless purple shadows flickering in and out of existence, as if ghosts were wailing, emitting an aura that withered life.

"Is it actually domain power?!"

"Moreover, a domain power with special traits!"

"To master a domain at the Second Tier Transcendent is unprecedented, truly befitting the 'strongest weapon,' indeed the strongest!!"

Even Third Tier Transcendents initially possess only traces of domain power and need continuous realization, application, and familiarity to master a true domain.

The 'strongest weapon's' domain power, although not comparable to his own, was much stronger than that of one who had just stepped into the Third Tier.

What's more crucial was that it possessed special traits!

It seemed capable of extinguishing life forces, and additionally, it emanated a peculiar sentiment.

Not minding that his domain was broken through, the Pope felt no anger.

The stronger the 'strongest weapon,' the better his foresight and plan were shown to be.

Mastering a domain at the Second Tier far surpassed the scope of a genius; it was a miracle beyond description.

"Hmm?"

The Pope suddenly frowned.

This space seemed... aside from his own domain, the opposite domain, he… also sensed other domain powers?

His spiritual power swiftly spread out, scanning the entire Inner City.

His eyes bulged in astonishment.

In the distance, a group clothed in black robes, seemingly First Tier Transcendents, but somehow, he felt one, two, three, four, five… five different domains!

Surely, you jest!