Chapter 365: Ch 365 : A Word With The Goddess of Divine Annihilation

The Overseer sat upon the throne of the Central Palace, his posture as still as a mountain.

Within his mind, the Nihilium Omniscience was a vast, swirling ocean of data, reflecting the heartbeats of uncountable lifeforms living in the inner world.

He had already witnessed the ripple of grief and curiosity moving through Thera’s spirit long before she ever crossed the threshold of the palace.

He knew that to answer her before she spoke would be a transgression, a violation of the quiet dignity the Old Gods struggled to maintain in this new era.

To reveal that he could peer into the very marrow of their thoughts would turn his sanctuary into a glass cage.

So, he waited. He waited for her to ask the question by herself.

The wait was brief. After finishing her tea with Adam and Beru, Thera had marched toward the palace with a resolve that made the clouds of the city part in her wake.

“Emperor, I wish to have a word with you,” her voice rang out, clear and resonant, striking the solid doors that sealed the throne room from the rest of the world.

The doors did not merely swing open; they receded with a slow, grinding aura that vibrated in the very soul of the city.

“Come in,” the Overseer commanded.

His voice was a manifestation of the Divine Command, a sound that vibrated with the authority of the Real Void.

Thera felt the invisible threads of reality latch onto her limbs; her legs began to move of their own accord, marching her forward in a rhythmic, measured pace that she could not, and would not resist.

She came to a halt in the exact center of the vast hall, standing directly beneath the watchful gaze of the Emperor.

“Speak, Thera,” Sunny said, his eyes closed. Even with his lids shut, he was observing the rotation of every planet in the Multiverse of Gods and the flicker of every candle in the City of Gods. “Tell me what weighs upon the Goddess of the Divine Annihilation.”

“Emperor… I have a question regarding our past,” she said. Her tone was uncharacteristically sympathetic, lacking its usual sharp edge.

“Your past,” Sunny repeated, his mind already weaving the tapestry of the answer she sought. He knew her heart was not currently with Cai Zhen, but with the shadows that followed him. “Ask. The Void remembers what the River of Time tries to wash away.”

Thera took a steadying breath. “I want to know if my sisters will also reincarnate. I could not ask this in the presence of Cai… because I likely would have kicked him into the next solar system for his clumsy guilt…. But I must know if their souls are lost to us forever.”

Sunny remained silent for a moment, letting the memories he had harvested from the River of Time surface.

When Thera spoke of sisters, she was referring to the thousands of concubines Cai Zhen had taken in the First Era.

To an outsider, it looked like the typical deed of a God, but the reality was a tangled web of Karmic Law.

In their previous life, Cai Zhen and Thera were a pair of Primordial Gods, their union seen as the pinnacle of balance.

But Cai Zhen’s charisma as the God of Cultivation was a force of nature. In his home multiverse, the female cultivators had collectively birthed a new Dao, a path of absolute devotion called The Tribulation of Love.

It was a sacrificial technique. To walk this path, a woman had to sever every earthly tie, every familial bond, and every personal ambition, channeling her entire existence into the worship of the God of Cultivation.

It was a spiritual suicide that resulted in a divine resonance. Once a practitioner reached the rank of God through this method, the multiverse itself would weave a Karmic Thread of Marriage, physically and spiritually binding her hand to Cai Zhen’s.

These were not threads that could be cut. They were laws of cause and effect. Cai Zhen, bound by the very Dao he represented, could not reject them without shattering the foundations of his own power. He had been forced to take thousands of these Sisters of the Dao as his wives.

The memory of Thera’s reaction still shimmered in the Overseer’s mind. When she had discovered the God Palace of her husband was overflowing with new brides, her fury had been a cosmic event.

She had flown to the Cultivation Multiverse, her every step shattering the void like glass.

She hadn’t just attacked; she had performed an Annihilation of the Dao. With a single wave, she had erased the very concept of the Tribulation of Love from existence, ensuring that no new woman could ever walk that path again.

But when she stood before the existing wives, ready to annihilate them, she had seen the threads. She had seen that they were victims of their own devotion, bound to a man who was as much their prisoner as their master.

“My Beloved, it is not my fault!” Cai Zhen’s voice echoed in the memory, sounding like a man being crushed by a star. “I am the God of Cultivation! I cannot go against the Dao I embody! I was forced to take them in!”

Thera had looked at him with eyes of cold silver. “Oh, that is another matter, Cai. But shouldn’t you have discussed it with me first? You know I can annihilate anything. And I am serious when I say anything… I really mean it.”

Eventually, the Hard Shell of Thera’s heart had been worn down by the genuine, desperate kindness of the concubines.

They had become her sisters, her family, and her shield. And then, she had watched them all die during the Great War, their fragile souls extinguished by the Demonic Miasma while the Gods were forced into retreat.

“According to my assessment, Thera,” Sunny said, his voice turning grim. It was a heavy thing to be the one to extinguish a God’s hope. “Your sisters will not reincarnate.”

Thera’s posture didn’t break, but her aura flickered, a momentary dimming of the moon.

“Why?” she whispered.

“To be part of the Great Reincarnation,” Sunny explained, “one must be Void-Born, a direct creation of the Primeval or a being whose soul-core is anchored to the Void mother. Your sisters were born of the natural cycle of a mortal multiverse. They were Flowers of the Dao. Beautiful, yes, but their souls were tied to the very multiverse they occupied.”

He opened his eyes, the violet-gold light reflecting the sorrow in Thera’s face.

“When the Demon Lords collapsed those universes, the cycle of reincarnation was shattered. My instincts and my vision tell me that their souls were either erased in the turbulence of the Great War, or they were cleaned by the currents of time and reborn as entirely new entities… beings with no memory, no connection, and no trace of who they once were.”

Thera nodded silently. She had suspected as much, a Goddess of her rank understood the mechanics of the soul, but hearing it from the Emperor, the one who walked through time, made it a finalized verdict. The hope she had carried simply died, leaving a cold, quiet void in its place.

“Do not dwell upon it too deeply,” Sunny said, his tone shifting to one of serious warning. “And I would advise you, most strongly, not to go to the multiverse where Cai Zhen is currently establishing his faith.”

Thera’s head snapped up, her silver eyes narrowing. Her voice rose to a sharp, defensive pitch. “Why? Why would you forbid me from joining my husband? Is he in danger? Or are you afraid I will disrupt him?”

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