1,000 Years (6)

"You!"

Oblivion bellowed out furiously. Seeing someone make a clone of himself using some type of treasure and his nothingness energy, Oblivion was angry, very angry.

"To think there are treasures capable of replicating my attacks and reconstructing them into clones of myself..." Oblivion uttered. He continued. "But, there's one fatal flaw which is, once the attack that was reconstructed wasn't my strongest attack, killing this fake copy is as easy as eating."

Fwoosh!

Oblivion's figure blurred. Completely disappearing from his original location, he already appeared standing in front of the fake copy of himself, shocking all the golden immortals present.

The ability of absolute teleportation. Normally, when one teleported, others would still feel ripples in space, and no matter how deep one's insights were into space, there would still be some form of ripples, but to them, this mysterious teleportation Oblivion did, there weren't any ripples at all...!

Thrum!

Appearing in front of his unsuspecting copy, Oblivion already raised his hand, slashing downwards, the copy felt a weird force descend onto its body, and right after, everything went black...

{Sword of Oblivion}

"This is my true strength!" Oblivion casually stated as the sword light, after destroying his copy, rushed toward the woman, and right after, the man in charge of creating clones.

Puchi!

No one had time to react... It was as if the sword light bent the laws of space and time as it had reached them before they could even comprehend.

The black light descended, darkening space and light as everyone lost their sight for a moment and in the next, there wasn't a young woman with a bottle in her hand, neither was there a man capable of creating clones.

The others freed from the pressure of a True Immortal quickly made their move. Beams of light that burnt the space, froze space, or directly affected space for the attacks to reach Oblivion faster went on to take place...

'Hmm, it seems that my guess was right.' Oblivion thought. 'Since my strength rose to this level, not once has there been someone in the realm of golden immortals to have the thought of opening their realm to amplify their power... Has my negation abilities reached such a high level already...?'

Thrum!

Thinking this, Oblivion's unsensible aura stabilized the space itself, completely negating anything the incoming lights and the powers of the several golden immortals tried. Unnoticed by the group of golden immortals, a mysterious aura had begun spreading into their surroundings.

"And with this, the fight has come to an end..." Oblivion uttered. The world seemed to freeze as the dark skies grew even darker.

The many golden immortals suppressed by the pressure of a true immortal didn't perceive anything yet, in their eyes, after one casual swipe of his sword in the space in front of him, the heads of his opponents were instantly detached...

Puchi!

Blood splattered in the skies, but the moment it left their necks, an unknown force had descended, and the blood disappeared as if it was never there in the first place.

Thereafter, the bodies of these golden immortals exploded, turning into bloodstreams that rushed toward Oblivion, or the weapon in his hand...

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...

"Though I highly doubt that the effect would be the same if it landed on me, even I didn't sense that last attack." Cecelia emotionlessly said whilst glancing toward the young man next to her.

The man's red hair fell onto his back ad the casual smile on his face looked extremely evil-looking as his yellowish reptilian pupils turned to Cecelia...

"The Creator, well, according to what I learned in the Eternal Tower, has two bodies. One can manipulate every element inside the universe, while the other is unable to manipulate any..."

Hearing this, Cecelia suddenly frowned. Glancing at Orion, she said. "But that doesn't make sense at all... What's the use of that other body..?" She asked, not even realizing, Oblivion was the such body.

"Hehe..." Pointing toward Oblivion who prepared to face his next opponents, Orion said while simultaneously releasing his aura on the bodies of several more figures.

"Nothing... To manipulate nothing is to manipulate the void and to fight against the Creator is stupid, especially if the Creator's strength, and yours, is somewhat of the same league... Only somewhat and he'll still reduce you to nothing..."

Below the two, Oblivion fought golden immortals again and again. After a few rounds of battles, Oblivion stopped. This time, he needed more people to fight at the same time.

After all, with every death, his strength increased. His attacks would be more powerful and not due to his strength rising alone... Even his sword's quality was rising with every strike...

By the seventh round, there were nine, ten, or eleven golden immortals against him. More and more fought against him, and the remaining golden immortals below became less and less.

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...

Oblivion's eyes were dark and contained an endless dark ocean. The waters inside this ocean were thick, almost solidified. It was unmovable, never showing a ripple... His eyes were emotionless, lacking any humanity...

Click!

Inside his mind, something clicked. Like this, rivers of understanding permeated throughout his mind like a wild and unrestrained wave. Oblivion's actions paused, his body froze and he was unable to do anything...

Not that it mattered as all the golden immortals had already become pools of blood that slowly submerged themselves into the sharp blade of Oblivion's sword.

Boom!

An explosion originating from inside Oblivion's mind occurred. Right after, the space seemed to twist and turn, and the flow of time was instantly distorted in the surrounding tens of miles.

Nearby, Cecelia felt an enormous weight descend onto her shoulders. Before she lost balance, Orion's hand appeared on her shoulder. Immediately after, she regained control of her body.

A bead of sweat appeared on her forehead. For that split second, it felt like an insurmountable mountain rested on her shoulders... As if an endless number of galaxies had appeared...

Oblivion's white hair fluttered in the winds as they took on a more greyish outlook. His figure grew a couple of inches and his face looked more mature, more handsome, resembling a certain being.

With the memories unlocked, nothing stopped his body from returning to its origin. Slowly but surely, the two appearances would meld, and thereafter, the fusion between Saber and Oblivion would also take pace.

The black armor from the upper body was utterly pulverized. The lower body armor remained as if it was intended to be so. The bare upper body of Oblivion was chiseled and seemed to have been sculpted by a god of creation himself.

Whizz!

The sword in the skies had completely devoured the blood and power contained inside each drop of blood as it whizzed through the winds and rushed toward Oblivion's now outstretched palm.

Shing~!

Grabbing the hilt, Oblivion's eyes lit up. Casually swiping his sword in the wind, nothing happened.

There wasn't any aura released, no mystical power, no mysterious force, nothing special. It was akin to the casual swipe of a mortal.

Nothing special whatsoever took place yet, upon seeing this, Oblivion released a pleasing-to-the-eye smile capable of causing the downfall of nations.

With a step, he appeared next to Cecelia who jumped in surprise, not sensing his movements but Oblivion's eyes lay on the island below... Everything within a surrounding couple of lightyears.

Said island trembled. In an instant, the island spanning countless miles, and a couple of lightyears was destroyed...!

Destroyed from the casual swipe of a certain sword.