Is that a Wisp?

Growl!

In the absolute center of the Greater Universe existed a violent spatial storm, violent enough to casually destroy any realm that came close. This was a region determined as a dead man's universe, for no life could ever hope to survive here.

When even the regular spatial storms were capable of killing Gods, such a violent spatial storm was a death sentence, irrespective of the realm, and even for pinnacle beings like the God King, death was the only option.

Though, it wouldn't be right to say that no life lived here. No, the truth was vastly different.

There didn't exist any realms here, though, just endless spatial storms, one more violent than the other.

Suddenly, a spatial storm pulsed, throbbing up and down as the storm churned violently, becoming stronger. Suddenly, a part of the storm moved away, revealing a gigantic eye that blinked violently, its every action affecting the spatial storms.

Just the eye alone was as big as a Sub-Realm. And as to the entire body, it was on the level of a Satellite Realm, gigantic living beings. It was one of the creatures of myth…

Primordial Beast!

Suddenly, a ginormous suffocating voice thundered across the void. "Zule, I sensed the aura of a Spirit Aberrant from your Kun Realm. You dare rear that race even after we've given command of their eradication?"

"I'm not sure I get what you're talking about." Hovering before the gigantic eye was the lean figure of a man, sporting a thin goatee that he stroked, smiling subtly as he said, "No realm can handle the weight of a Spirit Aberrant. As a Primordial Beast Chief, I'm sure you're the most aware of this."

"Yes, I know. And this is precisely why your clan was slaughtered." The gigantic eye snorted in response. "You dared to shield the Spirit Aberrants in the past. So, remember that none among the Kun Peng Race has a good view of you."

"You don't need to worry about it," Zule said in all seriousness. "There's no Primordial Beast race being reared in my Kun Realm, especially the infamous Spirit Aberrant."

"Well, since you seem to be so afraid of them, I might as well make a trip back to double-check things…" Zule just said when the spatial storm rumbled, emanating a lot of power, enough to vaporize Satellite Realms instantly.

"You brat! Who the fuck is afraid of the Spirit Aberrants?" The gigantic eye roared. "I'm the Kun Peng Chief! I have killed the highest number of Spirit Aberrants! Do you think I'm afraid of that race?"

'Who the fuck are you kidding?' Zule rolled his eyes in response. "Five Chiefs ganged up on the Spirit Aberrant Chief and barely managed to kill him. As the Kun Peng Chief, killing regular Spirit Aberrants isn't anything worth boasting about. Rather, it's like a full-grown adult using a sword to kill newborn babies."

"You fucking brat!" The Kun Peng Chief gruntled in anger. "Don't you dare anger me. I'll destroy that tiny home you've built to play with!"

"Is that the best you can do?" Suddenly, a suffocating fluctuation emanated from Zule, rapidly sending the entirety of the spatial storm flying away, even surprising the Kun Peng Chief. "Old fart! Your prized realm suicided itself ages ago. So, don't be fucking salty at the success of my realm. If you want, why don't you create another realm and compete with me? Do you dare?"

"You don't, right?" Zule snorted, beginning to fly away slowly as he spat out. "What's a Kun Peng that doesn't dare to create a realm? You're just a relic of the past anyway. Just remain a figurative piece. The Age of Primordial Beasts would soon come to an end."

"Hahahaha!" The Kun Peng Chief roared in laughter, "The Age of Primordial Beasts would come to an end? How laughable! You really think those mere Gods could do anything to us? A single snort from me can destroy their entire realms!"

"You sure?" Zule smirked, raising his hand as he pointed at the Kun Peng Chief. "Do you wish to wager a bet with me then?"

"A bet?" The Kun Peng Chief raised an eyebrow. "Interesting. Sure, I'll humor your delusion."

"The Mong Realm, the Garg Realm, the TTT, and my Kun Realm. All four of them would produce strong enough Champions to kill Primordial Beasts. They would use our flesh and blood to further strengthen their realms." Zule announced. "And over time, their accumulations would surpass even your strength."

"Fine," The Kun Peng Chief snorted in response. "What will you bet for that?"

"What else?" Zule spoke slowly. "If you win, you can swallow me and my Kun Realm. But if I win, I'll swallow you. Brave enough to follow through with this deal?"

'This bastard is finally revealing his blade.' The Kun Peng Chief thought before smirking. 'A mere increase in strength, and he thinks he can contend against me, how laughable.'

"This bet seems pretty interesting." Suddenly, another gigantic spatial storm approached them, surprising the two from the Kun Peng Race.

"Old rat, you're also interested in this?" The Kun Peng Chief said in surprise.

"Zule is pretty young. And it's normal for the young to be ambitious without being aware of the height of the heavens." The rigid voice of the new spatial storm resounded. "Humour the child, will you?"

"Fine…" The Kun Peng Chief nodded before gazing at Zule. "But first, we'll send a Primordial Beast to invade each of the four realms you've mentioned. Let's see if they can withstand that or be annihilated in the process."

"Sure," Zule smiled when he heard that. "You'll come to know how much you're underestimating these developing Greater Realms. And you'll also come face to face with the truth that you're not caught up with the times anymore."

"Haha, we'll see about that." Saying so, the two Primordial Beast Chiefs vanished, leaving Zule all alone.

'Alright, their intervention would grant more time for your development, Turia,' Zule thought, massaging his forehead as he curbed the nervousness building up in him, muttering in exhaustion, "I never thought Hishe would be killed. I was hoping he would merge the Kun and Tilk Realms."