The Quantum Path to Immortality,Chapter 105 - 103: The Beatdown in the Outer Void,Sorion,JiwaiWave

Chapter 105: Chapter 103: The Beatdown in the Outer Void

The air in the small shop was thick with a silence more terrifying than any scream. Elias stood, his gaze a cold, absolute command, as the five Universe Realm envoys struggled to rise from their knees. Their pride, shattered by his sheer, effortless force, fueled a rage that eclipsed all fear.

"You... you will regret this! You think you can humiliate the envoys of a Multiversal Expert and walk away?" Gorian’s crystalline face was a mask of furious humiliation, a raw wound on his perfect form.

Elias’s expression remained unchanged. "You assumed authority where none existed. You made an illogical threat. The only regret you will feel is not realizing your place sooner."

The reptilian woman, her lithe body still trembling from the residual pressure, let out a low hiss. "Arrogant fool! We will show you the power that has made our Master supreme! This is not just about our pride; it is about the law of this universe!"

The five envoys, each a master of their respective Laws, simultaneously flared with an incandescent rage. They began to channel their power, the very fabric of the shop groaning under the strain. The air hummed with a palpable, destructive energy. They were ready to fight, but as Universe Realm cultivators, they knew the unspoken rule: to unleash their full power here would mean the annihilation of multiple galaxy systems, if not the entire universe. Their fight had to be taken elsewhere.

"We will drag him to the outer void and unmake him there." They communicated through divine sense.

Elias, however, did not wait for them. He had seen their intent. He had seen their hesitation. And their hesitation was their greatest flaw.

Without a single word, he raised a hand. His hand didn’t move in a gesture of attack, but of creation. A tear, not of space but of something more fundamental, ripped through the air just a few feet in front of him. It was a fissure into the Outer Void, a place of cosmic chaos and nothingness, a realm where laws did not hold sway. The void was a terrifying, formless space, and the tear was a wound upon reality itself.

A powerful, irresistible gravitational pull emanated from the tear, a force that grabbed onto the five envoys. They gasped, their eyes widening in shock and terror as they were pulled, not by a physical force, but by a command from Elias’s will. They fought, their auras flaring in a desperate attempt to resist the pull, but it was futile. They were like five leaves being pulled into a cosmic whirlpool.

"What is this?!" Gorian screamed, his voice filled with a fear he had not known in centuries. "He’s not just breaking space; he’s commanding the void!"

In an instant, the five envoys were pulled through the tear. Elias followed them, his form dissolving into a blur of pure intent. The tear closed behind him with a silent, terrifying snap. The air in the shop, which had been thick with a killing intent, was now suddenly still and quiet.

The Outer Void stretched endlessly in all directions—a realm of pure chaos where the normal laws of physics meant nothing. Here, in this space between realities, fragments of broken universes drifted like cosmic debris. Newborn galaxies, barely minutes old from their own Big Bang, pulsed with primordial energy. Ancient black holes, escaped from dying realities, wandered aimlessly through the endless expanse.

The five envoys stabilized themselves in the weightless infinity, their auras blazing like miniature universes against the absolute darkness. Around them, the very presence of their power began to warp the void itself. Space-time rippled outward from their forms in concentric waves, each pulse causing distant proto-universes to flicker and die before they could fully form.

Elias materialized thirty thousand kilometers away, his form serene and unchanged. The distance meant nothing in this realm—thought and intent moved faster than light here. He observed the five with the calm attention of a scholar studying insects.

"Finally," Gorian snarled, his crystalline body expanding to the size of a small moon. "Now we can show you true power without restraint!"

The reptilian woman, Vex’ara, struck first. She vanished from sight, not through teleportation but by folding herself into the eleventh dimension. Her form scattered across seventeen different spatial planes simultaneously, each iteration wielding blades of pure spatial severance that could cut through the fabric of existence itself.

From every direction, these dimensional echoes converged on Elias. The attacks came from angles that didn’t exist in normal space—above, below, inside, outside, and through temporal vectors that struck at his past and future simultaneously.

Elias didn’t move. He simply was.

The Law of Entanglement flowed through him like breathing. Every dimensional echo that Vex’ara had created was quantum-connected to her true self. With a thought, he reached across those connections and seized control. The seventeen attacking forms suddenly turned on each other, their spatial blades carving through dimensional barriers with surgical precision.

Vex’ara’s scream tore through eleven dimensions as her own power consumed her duplicates. She reformed, staggering, her scaled form bleeding energy into the void.

But her attack had been a feint.

Gorian’s massive fist, now the size of a planetoid and crackling with gravitational force, slammed through the space where Elias had been a nanosecond before. The impact created a shockwave that rippled across dimensional barriers, causing a cluster of infant universes three million light-years away to collapse back into primordial singularities.

Elias flowed around the attack like water, his body becoming one with the Law of Momentum. He rode Gorian’s gravitational wake, accelerating to impossible speeds, and drove his open palm against the giant’s crystalline sternum.

The contact lasted less than a picosecond, but in that instant, Elias channeled the Law of Kinetic Energy through his strike. Not the crude application of force that most cultivators used, but the fundamental principle itself—the mathematical relationship between mass, velocity, and impact.

Gorian’s crystalline form rang like a cosmic bell. Fracture lines spread across his massive body as the energy propagated through his structure, finding every microscopic flaw and magnifying it exponentially. He was launched backward with such force that his trajectory carved a furrow through the void itself, space-time bending and warping around his passage.

Behind Elias, the sonic cultivator, Thurun, unleashed his ultimate technique. The Resonance of Universal Collapse—a sound wave calibrated to match the fundamental frequency of matter itself. It was a note that could unmake atomic bonds across entire galaxy clusters.

Elias turned to face the attack, and for the first time, smiled.

He opened his mouth and sang a single, perfect note.

The Law of Vibration made manifest through his voice, but not as opposition to Thurun’s attack—as harmony. The two sound waves met and, instead of canceling each other out, created a interference pattern that transformed the destructive resonance into something else entirely.

Music.

Beautiful, complex, impossible music that rippled across dimensions. Where the harmonized waves passed, dead space began to spontaneously generate new forms of exotic matter. Quantum foam crystallized into structures that had never existed before, and would never exist again.

Thurun stared in horror as his ultimate killing technique became a symphony of creation. The psychic backlash of having his Law turned inside-out sent him into convulsions, his form flickering between solid matter and pure sound.

The flame cultivator, Pyraxis, had been gathering power throughout this exchange. His form blazed with fires that burned colder than absolute zero while simultaneously reaching temperatures that exceeded the core of quasars. These paradox flames existed by consuming the very concept of thermal dynamics, feeding on impossibility itself.

He unleashed a torrent of this conceptual fire, not at Elias, but at the void around him. The flames spread in all directions, seeking to burn away the very possibility of Elias’s existence.

But as the fire reached Elias, it simply... stopped. The flames hung motionless in space, their chaotic dance frozen mid-flicker.

Elias had become the embodiment of the Law of Order.

Not the simple order of organized systems, but the fundamental principle that governed how chaos resolved into pattern. The paradox flames, for all their impossibility, still followed rules—they still had to obey the deeper mathematics of existence.

Elias reached out and gently touched the frozen fire. Under his influence, the flames reorganized themselves, their chaotic energy becoming perfectly structured. They condensed, compressed, and transformed into something new—spheres of crystallized fire that held the energy of small suns.

With a casual gesture, he sent them back toward Pyraxis.

The flame cultivator tried to absorb his own power, but the crystallized fire had been fundamentally changed. It was no longer his chaotic flame—it was ordered fire, controlled fire, fire that obeyed Elias’s will. The spheres passed through Pyraxis’s defenses like they weren’t there and detonated inside his spiritual core.

The explosion created a brief, artificial sun in the void. For three seconds, the light was visible from neighboring realities. When it faded, Pyraxis hung motionless, his form blackened and smoking, his flame law completely burned out.

The Entropy Master

Kythera, the fifth envoy, had been observing all of this with growing terror. As a master of the Law of Entropy, she understood what she was witnessing better than the others. This wasn’t a fight—it was a demonstration. Elias wasn’t defeating their techniques; he was showing them that their techniques were fundamentally flawed in their understanding.

In desperation, she unleashed her ultimate power. The Thousand Decay—a technique that accelerated entropy across vast scales of space and time. Under its influence, stars would age billions of years in seconds, galaxies would experience heat death, and the very vacuum of space would decay into a more stable state, erasing everything that had ever existed.

The wave of accelerated entropy spread outward from her position, and wherever it touched, reality aged. Floating debris turned to dust, then to subatomic particles, then to pure energy, then to nothing at all. A small universe, barely formed from its Big Bang and containing the first sparks of what might have become life in a trillion years, simply faded away as eons passed in moments.

But when the wave reached Elias, something impossible happened.

He began to move backward through time.

Not through temporal manipulation or chrono-techniques, but through the sheer application of the Law of Causality. Effect preceding cause, result coming before action. As entropy tried to age him, he simply became younger. As decay tried to unmake him, he became more real, more present, more absolutely there.

The contradiction created a paradox field around him—a bubble of space-time where normal causality broke down. Within this field, entropy began to reverse. The debris that had been dissolved reformed. The dead universe flickered back into existence, its first stars igniting in defiance of the entropy wave.

Kythera watched her ultimate technique not just fail, but actively undo itself. The psychic shock of witnessing entropy itself be reversed sent her into catalytic shutdown. Her form began to dissolve as her own law turned against her.

Gorian, bloodied and cracked but not defeated, gathered himself for one final assault. His massive crystalline body began to collapse inward, condensing his planet-sized form into a space no larger than a marble. But instead of becoming a black hole, he was creating something far worse—a gravitational anomaly that existed in multiple dimensions simultaneously.

The effect was immediate and catastrophic. Space-time began to fold in impossible ways around the anomaly. Nearby black holes, ancient wanderers of the void, were pulled from their orbits and began spiraling toward Gorian’s position. As they approached, their event horizons intersected and merged, creating super-massive gravitational monsters that devoured light, matter, and concept alike.

A chain reaction began. Each merged black hole created gravitational waves that resonated with others, causing them to collapse together. Within moments, a storm of colliding black holes raged across millions of light-years of void-space. The gravitational waves were so intense that they began to create new black holes from compressed space-time itself.

At the center of this cosmic maelstrom, Gorian reformed his body, now infused with the gravitational force of a hundred collapsed galaxies. When he moved, space-time moved with him. When he struck, he was hitting not just with physical force, but with the weight of curved spacetime itself.

His punch toward Elias carried the gravitational signature of a galactic collision. The attack would have reduced a normal universe to a single point of infinite density.

Elias met the attack with his open palm.

The collision should have been impossible—flesh and bone against crystalline matter backed by galactic-scale gravity. But Elias had done something that transcended normal martial arts. He had made himself into the perfect expression of the Law of Mass.

Not heavy mass or light mass, but the fundamental concept of mass itself. When Gorian’s fist met his palm, it wasn’t a collision between two objects—it was a meeting between force and the very principle that defined how force could exist.

The paradox created a null-point in space-time. For a radius of several thousand kilometers around the contact point, gravity simply stopped working. The storm of black holes suddenly found themselves without gravitational attraction and began to dissipate, their event horizons evaporating as Hawking radiation without the curve of space-time to contain them.

Gorian stared in incomprehension as his ultimate technique simply... ceased. The gravitational force he had accumulated across eons of cultivation was neutralized by the simple presence of Elias’s palm against his fist.

Before he could react, Elias’s other hand moved. A simple finger-flick against Gorian’s forehead.

The tap contained no apparent force, no visible energy. But it carried the Law of Precision—the mathematical concept of perfect accuracy applied to infinite scales. The force traveled through Gorian’s crystalline structure, finding the exact resonant frequency of his spiritual core, the precise angle needed to disrupt his energy circulation, the perfect pressure point to collapse his defensive formations.

Gorian’s massive form shattered like glass, each fragment containing enough energy to power a civilization, now scattered harmlessly across the void.

The five envoys hung motionless in the chaos of the ruined void, their bodies broken, their laws stripped away, their pride annihilated. Around them, the destruction from their battle was slowly healing itself—space-time relaxing back into its natural configuration, the scattered black holes evaporating, new quantum foam filling the gaps where reality had been damaged.

Elias floated in the center of it all, untouched, serene, his simple robes unstained by cosmic fire or gravitational stress. He looked at each of the defeated cultivators in turn, not with triumph, but with the mild disappointment of a teacher whose students had failed to grasp a simple lesson.

"Your master’s demands are still illogical," he said, his voice carrying clearly across the vacuum. The words weren’t transmitted by sound—in the void, there was no medium to carry vibrations. Instead, they traveled as pure meaning, concept made manifest and delivered directly to their consciousness.

With a gesture, he opened another tear in reality—not back to his shop, but directly to the domain of the Multiversal Expert who had sent these envoys. It was a statement more profound than any threat: he could reach anywhere, anytime, and there was nothing they could do to stop him.

The five battered forms were drawn through the portal, not gently, but with the inexorable pull of absolute certainty. They would arrive at their master’s feet with a message written in their very defeat: Elias Vance was not just powerful—he was beyond the normal categories of power entirely.

As the portal closed, Elias took one last look around the void. Where their battle had raged, new structures were already forming in the quantum foam. Tiny fluctuations that might, in a trillion years, become the seeds of new universes. Life would find a way to emerge even here, in this place of absolute emptiness.

He smiled slightly at the thought, then opened his own portal home.

The crowd of onlookers gasped as a tear in reality reopened above the shop floor, and Elias descended through it like a falling leaf, his form materializing with perfect calm. There was no dramatic entrance, no display of power—he simply stepped from one place to another as easily as walking through a doorway.

His clothes were undisturbed, his expression as calm as a placid lake. The only sign that anything had happened was the faint smell of ozone that clung to him—the residual signature of space-time manipulation on a cosmic scale.

The Universal guards who had witnessed the battle through their enhanced senses stood in absolute silence. Kael, the burly warrior who had first spotted the fight, was pale and trembling. He had seen gods battle before, but this... this had been something else entirely. A demonstration that power was not about how much force you could bring to bear, but about understanding the fundamental nature of reality itself.

The other onlookers, those who had watched through scrying arrays and divination tools, saw only fragmentary images of cosmic destruction—black holes forming and dissolving, space-time bending and breaking, the birth and death of universes compressed into moments. They couldn’t comprehend what they had witnessed, but they understood its significance.

Elias Vance had fought five Universe Realm cultivators in the Outer Void and had emerged without a scratch. More than that—he had done it while teaching them why their power was meaningless against true understanding.

He calmly walked back to Kaelen to check on her. After ensuring she was fine, he went back to his chambers to resume his cultivation. The mundane action, performed after such cosmic violence, was more unsettling than any threat.

The onlookers stared, a collective gasp rippling through them. They had just witnessed a being who could rewrite the fundamental laws of reality on a whim, and he was now polishing his shop counter with the same careful attention he might give to any daily chore.

The name Elias Vance was no longer a whispered rumor; it was a name spoken in both awe and terror. The universe had just been put on notice, and the message was clear: there were levels of power that transcended normal understanding, and Elias Vance had reached one of them.

The true challenge, however, had yet to arrive. Somewhere in the depths of the multiverse, a Multiversal Expert had just received five broken envoys as his answer. The real test was still to come.

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