Chapter 151
Gu Changge's eyes widened for a fraction of a second as the spear—an amalgamation of countless realities—screamed toward him. He raised the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd, its power surging, ready to intercept. But the spear was unlike anything Gu Changge had encountered before; it was made not of matter or energy, but of existence itself.
The spear collided with the halberd, and for a brief, surreal moment, time stopped. Reality itself buckled, as if the multiverse held its breath. Then, a massive explosion tore through the cosmos.
Galaxies evaporated in an instant, stars collapsed into singularities, and entire planes of existence ceased to be. The very laws of physics shattered, leaving behind a void where time and space no longer functioned. The fabric of reality twisted and contorted as the shockwave expanded, reaching across the universe and tearing apart everything in its path.
Henry floated amidst the devastation, his body glowing with the alchemical energy that had once forged the universe itself. But despite the destruction, Gu Changge emerged from the void, the *Eight Desolate Demon Halberd* still clutched in his hand. His body radiated a dark, terrifying energy, bolstered by the demonic weapon.
"Enough," Gu Changge snarled, his voice reverberating across dimensions. He raised the halberd once more, its blade now burning with the flames of annihilation, capable of cutting through the very essence of life and death.
In an instant, Gu Changge's supreme Dao of Reincarnation erupted. Souls, timelines, and realities merged and twisted under his command, and the power of the Heavenly Dao surged through him. Gu Changge swung the halberd with god-like force, aiming to cleave Henry from existence, not just kill him, but erase him from the cycle of reincarnation itself.
Alchemical Henry raised both hands, the True Alchemical Stone blazing with power as he called forth the ultimate transmutation. He twisted the laws of existence, attempting to transmute the halberd's strike into pure energy, to convert death itself into life.
But the halberd was too powerful, too ancient. Its very essence defied the laws of reality. The halberd struck. A cosmic rift opened, swallowing Henry in its depths, tearing at his very essence.
But the halberd was too powerful, too ancient. Its very essence defied the laws of reality. The moment Gu Changge swung the Eight Desolate Demon Halberd, a ripple tore through the very fabric of existence. The halberd's edge cleaved through space itself, opening a cosmic rift that swallowed Henry whole, dragging him into its violent depths. The rift tore at his essence, unrelenting and merciless, threatening to unravel him at the molecular level.
Yet Gu Changge, his face devoid of emotion, sighed. "I was really hoping I wouldn't have to use this… but you've forced my hand."
With those words, he extended his palm, and in it appeared a small, unassuming needle—seemingly insignificant, yet carrying an aura so malevolent and foreign that the very universe around them seemed to reject it. The skies above flickered, stars dimmed, and the fabric of reality itself trembled in response to the object's presence. The Alchemical Henry, for the first time, felt an overwhelming sense of dread. His instincts screamed, but his body—his entire essence—was paralyzed in fear.
Gu Changge's voice echoed like a death knell. "As my father's favorite son, I get to keep an artifact containing just the tiniest sliver of his power… but even that is enough to kill you, a mere clone."
The needle flew from his hand, cutting through space as if the cosmos themselves parted for its path. Henry, despite his mastery over matter and reality, found himself frozen. Every ounce of his being strained against the invisible force holding him, but it was as though the needle had already claimed him as its victim before it even touched him.
The needle struck.
Not just his outward form, but his very core—his true self, the Alchemical Stone. Pain, unlike anything Henry had ever experienced, surged through him. The cracks that appeared on his body were an affront to everything he believed himself to be: indestructible, eternal. Yet here he was, crumbling.
"Agh!" For the first time, Alchemical Henry screamed, feeling true agony.
But before the cracks could spread further, another sound echoed—a new cracking, one that seemed to come not from his physical body, but from the very fabric of his being. A dark, oppressive force surged outward, a wave of horrific energy that radiated from within him, forcing even Gu Changge to take a step back.
A slow, distorted chuckle rose from Henry's throat, his voice deeper, layered with an otherworldly presence. "Did you have a nice beauty sleep, princess?" His voice seemed tired, like he was barely holding himself together. Gu Changge's eyes narrowed. "You finally showed yourself, Henry." The Alchemical Henry's form began to warp, his already godlike presence growing darker, more oppressive. From within him, a liquid—darker than the infinite void, blacker than the space between stars—began to seep out, pooling around his feet. The liquid defied the natural laws of the cosmos, its very existence an abomination. It bubbled and churned before slowly rising, coalescing into a form.
The darkness solidified into a towering humanoid figure, its body both a void and a universe in itself. Stars flickered in the creature's chest, swirling galaxies formed and collapsed within its frame. Its skin was black as night, with dark, ethereal wings spreading from its back like obsidian shards. The wings seemed to be composed of pure energy, trailing off into tendrils of cosmic matter, swirling with flecks of stardust.
Its form was vaguely humanoid, yet it defied any mortal understanding of life. Its head was crowned with jagged, twisted horns that spiraled upward into infinity, glowing faintly with a cold, distant light. Its eyes—or rather, the voids where its eyes should have been—shimmered with the faintest light of dying stars. Its body was wrapped in a cloak of nebulous energy, constantly shifting and churning as if it were the very fabric of the universe itself. The creature exuded an aura of pure, unbridled power. It was darkness incarnate, like a being that had existed long before creation itself. The very air around it vibrated with cosmic energy, bending and distorting the space it stood in. This was no mere transformation. This was the manifestation of something far more ancient, far more terrifying. The true Henry had arrived.
The true Henry, now fully formed in his incomprehensible cosmic presence, stretched out his hand, palm open, causing the Alchemical Henry's body to tremble. Slowly, the Alchemical Henry began to change, his outer form shedding like a husk. Cracks spread wider across his body as his essence was laid bare. The dark, swirling mass of the Alchemical Stone pulsed violently within him, fighting to maintain its form, but it was futile. Henry's pull was absolute.
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A/N I planned to release only 1 chapter today but i changed my mind, i will release the other chapter, and the new fanfic, so, as a goodbye.