# 1867
Chapter 1860: The Only Supreme... Is That All You've Got?
"Has the gate opened?"
Seeing the massive gate suddenly crack open, both Vishnu and Number 22 were stunned. They had only intended to wait here for Lin Qiye and the others to walk into their trap. The moment the gate opened, they were caught off guard.
"Holy Sovereign, what's happening?" Chief God asked, bewildered.
Number 22 stared at the gate before them, and a fervor immediately ignited in his eyes.
"As expected, that information was true."
"Information? What information?"
"According to rumors, the Gate of Truth lies dormant in the depths of the Temporal Maze, and by paying a price, one can fulfill any condition..." Number 22's voice was low and grave. "I had planned to deal with Lin Qiye first, then attempt to open this gate. I never expected it to open on its own."
Chief God seemed to realize something. "You came to the Antarctic for this? What condition do you wish to exchange?"
Number 22 narrowed his eyes, offering no response.
Vishnu approached the portal where ethereal mist drifted from within. After a moment's hesitation, he stepped through. Following Vishnu's lead, Number 22 entered, with the other Chief God close behind.
Beyond the mist lay a world cleaved between light and darkness. Shattered orbs of light hung suspended in the air while the ground was littered with craters and nauseating corpses, as if a catastrophic battle had just ravaged this place.
"Someone's actually in here?" Vishnu's gaze swept across the触手 corpses and landed on Athena and Artemis struggling to their feet from the ruins. A flicker of surprise crossed his features.
His eyes then shifted to the black sun hovering in the air. "The law of darkness... and another, the law of miracles? Could that be the human who escaped?"
The Seraphim divine power entangled with the law of darkness was unmistakable. Vishnu walked up to the black sun, and the terrifying aura radiating from within even made this Supreme God feel a sliver of threat. His brow furrowed slightly.
"Attempting to fuse two opposing laws within one body... truly courting death."
Forcing incompatible laws together was no different from suicide, but the fact that one of these laws was "miracles" left Vishnu uncertain. What if this kid actually managed to fuse the two laws using the Mortal Divine Realm? That would be a disaster.
The Mortal Divine Realm had already created one Miyal who could be called the strongest in the world. And the law of darkness was an ancient force no weaker than miracles. If both were controlled by the same person, the world would birth an unprecedented supreme Chief God—perhaps even a threat to the Supreme Gods themselves.
So no matter how low Lin Qiye's chances of success, Vishnu refused to gamble. Killing him before he could fuse the two laws was the most prudent course of action.
As Vishnu's vajra was about to strike down, a spear came hurtling toward him!
CLANG—!!
Vishnu's brow creased as he slightly deflected the vajra in his hand, easily sending the flying spear careening away. A golden-haired figure vaulted into the air to catch it, both hands gripping the spear's tail before bringing it whistling down toward Vishnu's face!
At the same time, three bowstring twangs rang out in succession. Three arrows pierced through the void in an instant,封锁ing his escape routes from three different directions within a mere blink.
"Two half-dead Chief Gods, daring to obstruct me?"
A disdainful smirk flashed across Vishnu's face. His vajra crashed heavily into the ground, and the divine power tide that erupted shattered all three arrows mid-air. As his body split in two, the smiling Vishnu form rapidly expanded!
A golden palm dozens of meters wide rolled up a violent wind and directly slapped toward the incoming Athena. The brutish force slammed her into the earth, carving out a massive crater in the shape of a hand's imprint.
Amid the rising dust, Athena gripped the spear's middle section with both hands, desperately holding the enormous palm at bay. Her entire body trembled violently.
No matter how strong Athena's physical form was, she was merely a Chief God. Moreover, the consecutive battles before had drained almost all her stamina. Facing Vishnu's brute force suppression, she could only be gradually forced to bend, with countless cracks spreading from beneath her feet.
"Risking your lives to protect this boy... what relation do you two have with him?" Vishnu gazed at Athena straining beneath his palm, curious.
"No relation... at all..."
Athena gritted her teeth as she spoke, her eyes already bloodshot from the strain.
"No relation, yet you're still protecting him?" Number 22 walked over, his bloated form overlooking Athena who was nearly buried into the earth. He spoke seriously, "Olympus has already been destroyed by him. Why not follow me... no, follow my义父 from now on? Divine Desire Paradise needs warriors like you two."
Athena let out a cold laugh. "Dream on."
A cold glint flickered in Vishnu's eyes as the force in his palm intensified.
Upon seeing this, Number 22 could only shake his head helplessly. "Why be so stubborn? Once dead, there's nothing left... Besides, my义父 is the only Supreme in this world now. Following him would give you two a protector. Isn't that better?"
Athena raised her brow and glanced at Vishnu with contempt. "Supreme, is that supposed to be impressive?"
Hearing this response, Number 22 fell silent. He gazed down at Athena with pity, knowing she would not survive today.
"Insolent fool." Vishnu's killing intent flared. Just as he prepared to crush this woman beneath one palm, everything around them suddenly went dark.
Vishnu turned to look. Without knowing when, a veil of night had enveloped the entire world. Ink-black darkness flowed beneath their feet, and in that instant, all sound seemed to vanish.
Sizzle——
A faint cracking sound came from the distance. Amid the dense触手 corpses, a pale hand stretched out from within a cracked sphere. The hand gripped the hilt of Ame-no-Murakumo and pulled with force, directly slicing a ferocious gash through the black orb. Shattered starlight scattered across the sky.
A beautiful woman in a flowing star-threaded gown held the sword in one hand, walking slowly out of the darkness...
Her face was somewhat pale, but her eyes swirled with countless stars—deep, majestic, and profound. Black hair fluttered chaotically through the air, and as wisps of starlight gleamed from within the darkness, a surging killing intent filled every corner of this space!
She walked upon starlight and night, as if the very mistress of darkness, her low voice ringing slowly through the silence:
"The only Supreme... is that all you've got?"
"Let me see then, who truly lacks judgment."