The old man sat in the middle, surrounded by endless Biyuan, only looking at the Obscuronomicon from afar. The expression on his face worsened. Without saying much, an immense pressure is spreading throughout Biyuan, everything is being compressed to the limit.
The surrounding arena was also thick but not dispersed, resembling a soaked red battlefield. He had previously interpreted the heavenly secrets and only knew that his life was coming to an end. He could not deduce who would kill him, so he transcended the heavenly path and entered the Biyuan Plateau.
This is the highest place he has ever known, each petal on Biyuan is another vast universe, and above here is the endless Biyuan. He also just thought that someone would emerge from those petals.
But absurdly, the Obscuronomicon directly tramples the entire universe below to pass through. Obscuronomicon once carved through thousands of dimensions, only vaguely recognizing the Biyuan Plateau, existing like Obscuronomicon does not allow anything higher than itself, it traversed infinite dimensions to reach the Biyuan Plateau.
Obscuronomicon just stood still, he didn't know what fighting was, he only watched the old man unleash his imposing presence. He merely imitates and follows everything, his imposing aura melting the entire solidified Biyuan, each solidified Biyuan being thousands of solidified Biyuan, containing countless large and small multiverses.
The old man saw and understood why his fate was sealed. He smiled in acceptance and unleashed his strongest secret technique,
The way this secret technique was formed, the Elder sacrificed all his cultivation, leaving only his physical body to witness the miracle.
But no, the Obscuronomicon does not take any damage, because deep within, it contains nothing, just pure void.
In the void, Obscuronomicon only looked at the old man, the only thing he didn't understand was how someone as strong as him had become just a mortal.
Obscuronomicon cannot see what the old man just cast, because it was born from his sacrifice, not a mere skill.
The sole purpose is merely to seek that external god that drives you to elevate your own structure infinitely like your father, you do not understand what is called emotion, you are like a child watching the old man slowly withering away like so many others. In the end, only the void remains dissolved.
You want to seek purpose, you crave it but you don't understand why you must do so, the madness within the Obscuronomicon is being disturbed, the search for life's purpose is something that all beings do, even the ancient outer gods had but one goal: indifference, emptiness.
You are drowning in madness, losing direction, purpose, and reason; everything is now just a chaos in your darkness.
He decided to sink into eternal sleep, but it was not sleep; he was just finding his way back, he was he, not the shadow of his father, Obscuronomicon.
Obscuronomicon, he is not truly asleep; he is merely waiting for his target to come into focus. The Narrative observed from the other side, not daring to intervene in the madness of a deity, especially something The Narrative had never experienced, and he didn't want to either. Can only silently observe.
Time, for beings beyond the realm of life and death like The Narrative or the demigods, is the most meaningless thing they ever thought about.
Up there, Azathoth is continuously elevating his own structure, each structure he ascends can only leave behind meaningless illusions, an enhancement of his very essence.
Azathoth does not know where he is going, he only tries to transcend the limits, seeking the place where he exists.
Unlike his special child. Azathoth is not affected by emptiness; he is conscious, but he does not use it to think. He only prefers to do what he wants. Azathoth is not bound by meaningless emotions, and he does not need to seek out that meaninglessness.
You exist solely to trample everything in your existence. You overcome everything.
Azathoth did not stop at all; he knew he belonged to the other world, the world beyond this illusion, breaking through the endless wall of reality.
Azathoth approached a place consisting of thousands of blue bubbles called Singulorb, floating in the darkness emitting blue light. The number of these bubbles is infinite because they continuously split, then grow, and split again, an endless cycle of replication.
This place is the Proxy Nexus (One layer) that connects all the supreme Real World universes in a blue sphere, the final intersection of the Real World universes. The place that contains all these points is Proxy Nexus.
Azathoth only felt that this was not the place he sought, as small as a cell of his. But you are aware of an existence that could affect or even defeat you.
Slowly stepping out from Proxy Nexus, the one who governs Proxy Nexus. Dominius, in the shape of a sphere formed from dark blue energy, that dark blue energy radiates something that can affect Azathoth.
He just stepped back, this is the instinctive fear when Azathoth had the awareness of a child. You are wary of the energy ahead, you don't dare to create a story about it, that is your instinct warning you.
Dominius, conveying to Azathoth's awareness, "go away!", for the first time Azathoth perceived the sound within his consciousness, but he did not understand what it was.
Its existence is something that your entire intellect cannot explain.
Continuously, that sound echoed in his head, with no reason at all, the endless structure within him was collapsing.
It is leading you to a lower existence below, but your instinct urges a sense of resistance, you continuously double the structure, minimizing the internal collapse within you. You do not know how to erase the existence before your eyes; your dreams are useless in the face of it.
There is nothing that can confront an existence as transcendent as Dominius; Azathoth's perception is showing him his powerlessness.
Your structure is collapsing faster, to the point where even the enhancement of your structure cannot withstand it.
The entire action so far has been the unconsciousness of Dominius, defaulting to rejecting all existence within Dominius in every possible way that can be expressed.
Existence as Dominius is to modify the entire Proxy Nexus, but this is only the first layer.
Azathoth is using all its power to lift the final structure, compressing the entire structure into a superlative entity. Compressed to infinity, the final way for you, if you cannot ascend to the second level, it means you will directly lose the entire structure, existing in a flat plane, with a point where if you succeed, all barriers between illusion and reality within your structure will transcend entirely, you will recreate and elevate the structure but this time it will be a transcendent structure.
But it has failed; the transcendent structure cannot match the default rejection of Dominius, which adapts any elevated existence and continuously eradicates that existence to bring it to a singular point.
Regardless of whether it is direct or indirect transcendence, it is meaningless, for Proxy Nexus is a place where no one can step.