Chapter 232: Ten True Astral Princes

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"How far have you two gotten in comprehending the Ice Lordling and Holy Sanctuary Arts that I personally created for the both of you? They're techniques that suit your attributes to an almost impossible degree, so I assume you two have progressed quite a bit."

Azmodeus looked toward the nervous countenances of Rou Tian and Pan Nu as he awaited their responses.

"..." "..."

Both of said disciples were currently freaking out on the inside as they looked at each other, expecting some help that they'd never receive...

They wished to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. However, upon seeing the impatient glint in their master's eyes, they knew that no respite would be coming their way...

"Y-You see, Master, there was an incident and-" Rou Tian attempted to speak on behalf of both of them, but she was swiftly interrupted by Azmodeus, saying:

"There's no point in lying to me. But since you two seem alright and there is plenty of free time with the end of the world, the two of you should have free calendars to delve into those techniques for the next, let's say... 10 thousand years."

"!!!" "!!!"

"Master, you can't do this to me! I need to see what sweet shops are still left around-" Pan Nu was the first to let out a light holler, as she accidentally fell backward out of fright, causing her plump breasts to ricochet.

Of course, Azmodeus ignored this alluring sight and said, "There are no 'but's', my dear disciple. And since you wish to have sweets so badly, I will permit you to spend the next 15 thousand years comprehending the Low-Star Laws and High-Star Laws that I gave you a book of insights in."

"Mast-" They attempted to talk back once more, but upon seeing the dangerous glow in their master's eyes, they instantly backed off and entered a glum state.

Rou Tian and Pan Nu enjoyed the cultivation grind quite a lot, but without new sweets to eat, what was even the point of living on...

However, in the end, they eventually got over their gloomy morasses. During which, their master made sure to give them enough chocolates and apple pies to last a few lifetimes.

Moreover, with the promise of allowing them to come out of their rooms every once in a while, they no longer had any qualms about cultivating for the next 15 thousand years.

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To conquer the world, one must be willing to throw away their humanity...

To become the strongest, one must do whatever is necessary...

And to ascend your limits is to be born anew...

Azmodeus looked toward the 10 absurdly powerful existences looming over everything below. knowing that he stood no chance of beating them, he simply stared.

Even if he put down Primordial Checkpointers, it would make no difference. After all, no amount of leveling in the Astral Plane or Boundless Void could erase the chasm that lay between himself and the 10 Astral Princes.

Which all went to say that in the end, there was only one option made available to the man who wished to defy the destiny of those who came before...

These Existences... They see themselves as the absolute top of everything...

To overcome people like that without the necessary strength... there is only one path forward...

ZIP!

Azmodeus blitzed through the skies at speeds surpassing any known parameters as he shot toward the leading Astral Prince.

The Astral Prince in question, along with the rest of them, had already caught sight of the ant flying at them. Thus, they domineeringly gazed at the audacious lower life form.

"So you are the one who caused all this destruction...? You are... ahh... So it is another version of him..."

The leading Astral Prince spoke with a cryptic tone as he analyzed the crimson-haired man before him.

After a moment of scrutiny, a wide, creepy smirk formed on his stoic face. Then, he said, "You are truly nothing but a fool... One would think that those presented with an impossible task would eventually give up... but you never do..."

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