NOVGO.NET Chapter 763: Paradox, The Creation Of Mother Of Dragons
Chapter 763: Paradox, The Creation Of Mother Of Dragons
Velion’s expression was unlike his usual calm one.
It was sharp, and serious.
He knew what the creation of Independent Space meant: There would be no interference now.
They could face the Heavenbreaker without worrying about reinforcements or interruptions.
But that didn’t make it safer.
They had all heard the stories of the Heavenbreaker. Stories of his nigh infinite will, and impossible feats.
’If only ’I’ hadn’t taken away the Golem from us. This battle would’ve been far easier,’ Velion thought bitterly.
Kaelus looked at him. “Did ’I’… betray us?”
“It seems like it. He told us the seal would hold the Heavenbreaker for eternity. But that wasn’t true,” Velion muttered.
Kaelus clenched his fists.
Why had ’I’ done that?
Why would he lie?
Surely he should have seen this coming.
So why hadn’t he prepared for it?
Velion had similar thoughts, but he forced the thoughts away.
Now wasn’t the time to question the past.
The enemy stood before them, and hesitation would only mean death.
Mana began to surge.
It wasn’t ordinary mana.
The energy around their bodies was something far greater: True Mana. The kind that only belonged to the Ancient Dragons.
Neo stood opposite them, silent.
His presence alone distorted the air.
When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, and cold. “You seem to misunderstand something. I’m not here to fight.”
His words were followed by an eruption of world energy.
“I’m here to execute you both.”
Though he was only a Stage 5 Existence with Stage 4 Cores, the amount of power he released was equal to that of the two Ancient Dragons combined.
Kaelus’s wings flared open with a metallic sound.
He vanished in a blur, tearing through space as he rushed toward Neo.
Velion began chanting.
His voice was deep and rhythmic.
He chanted in Dragon Tongue, the ancient language that could bend reality itself.
The Dragon Tongue was a weapon unique to Ancient Dragons.
However, Dragon Tongue’s true fearsomeness wasn’t in manipulating the reality fabric.
Its true worth was shown when it was used to ’chant’ Spells.
Chanting and Spells were both creations of the Mother of Dragons.
These things were meant to bring out the true potential of Dragon Tongue.
An Ancient Dragon like Velion, who could use Dragon Tongue with high mastery, could even affect low Stage 7 Supremes.
In the First Divine War, they were a force to be reckoned with.
Kaelus charged forward, claws glowing red-hot, tearing apart the air.
Velion’s chants filled the space, causing ripples across the place and distortions to twist through the air.
Neo didn’t move.
His expression stayed blank.
He lifted a hand, and used the Shadow Core Concept to create a Black Sun.
A tiny black pearl appeared between his fingers.
A faint hum filled the air.
Velion’s eyes widened the moment he saw it.
Kaelus’s face turned dark red with rage.
“Sacrilegious!” he roared. “You dare use our mother’s creation against us!?”
“Kaelus, wait! Get back!” Velion shouted.
Neo detonated the Black Sun.
A violent explosion ripped through space, swallowing sound, light, and air.
Everything within sight turned white for a split second, then black.
The space disappeared. The reality screamed.
The shockwave shattered layers of dimensions, tore apart fabric of existence, and burned through the energy field of the Independent Space.
Velion gritted his teeth and slammed his palm into the air, his voice booming through Dragon Tongue.
Words of power twisted around him.
Space folded.
His mana flared brighter than stars.
But even then, he barely managed to contain it.
The explosion pushed against his barriers, cracking his skin, burning his veins.
His body shook violently as blood sprayed from his mouth.
His soul screamed under the pressure, yet he didn’t stop chanting.
The moment he did, everything would vanish.
When the explosion finally died down, smoke and distorted mana filled the air.
Velion’s entire body was covered in cracks.
Steam rose from his skin as pieces of his scales fell off.
Neo looked at him, expression still calm.
“As expected. You can contain one Black Sun, even if only barely.”
“One…?”
Velion felt something was wrong.
Neo raised his hand again.
Another Black Sun appeared in the air above them.
Then another.
Then another.
In seconds, the space around them was filled with hundreds of Black Suns, each one radiating unstable, destructive energy.
“You can stop one,” Neo said quietly. “But can you stop them all?”
“You’ll die too, Heavenbreaker. Stop this madness!” Velion roared.
Neo didn’t answer.
His gaze stayed steady, as if he didn’t even hear the warning.
Velion couldn’t understand how this was possible.
No one should have had the energy to create this many Black Suns.
Even one was supposed to be nearly impossible.
He knew what these things were.
Black Suns were one of the greatest creations of the Mother of Dragons.
They were based on the concept of the White Hole, an impossible object that contained infinite mass and constantly emitted it.
A true White Hole couldn’t exist.
It would break every rule of reality, every law of balance.
It was a paradox itself.
Even the White Hole Neo had once seen at the Voraka Site wasn’t a real White Hole.
That one had only emitted wisps of Life Flames drawn from the Sea of All Consciousness (Great Net of Life).
It wasn’t endless.
It had a limit.
True White Holes could not exist.
But the Mother of Dragons made it possible.
Her creation—the Black Sun—contained infinite mass.
Of course, such an object was not allowed to exist.
The moment it started to emit its infinite mass, it became a paradox.
And at that moment, it would be erased from reality.
The Mother of Dragons found a solution to this.
Black Suns didn’t emit the infinite mass slowly.
It released it all at once, in a single catastrophic burst.
Before it could be erased from reality, it would already destroy everything around it.
That was the genius of it.
That was also why it was forbidden.
A single Black Sun could wipe out a large portion of the Golden Domain.
Even at the height of her power, the Mother of Dragons had been able to create only eighteen of them.
They were that hard to make.
And yet Neo stood there, surrounded by hundreds.
Velion felt his heart tremble.
He had known the Heavenbreaker had devoured one of those original Black Suns. That must have been how he learned its structure.
But that still didn’t explain how he could fuel them.
Neo lifted his gaze toward the sky, then toward the dragons.
The calmness in his eyes wasn’t arrogance.
It was certainty.
He had stopped stretching his existence across the Nine Heavens and Cosmos.
All the energy that had once been spread thin across those realms was now focused here, in this moment.
It gave him more than enough power to create this many, and still have a lot left.
The orbs pulsed, each one humming like a heartbeat.
The space itself trembled.
It twisted and folded.
“Detonate them if you dare!” Kaelus roared. His voice echoed across the collapsing space as he lunged forward. “You’ll die with us!”
His massive fist was just an inch away from Neo’s face.
The force of the swing distorted the air around them.
Kaelus believed no one—no sane being—would ever set off so many Black Suns at once.
That belief was his undoing.