Fang Yuan stood amidst the swirling dust of what used to be the Azure Sky Continent. To a mortal, this was the end of everything. To him, it was merely the successful completion of a "Planetary Refinement."
"Nine steps," Fang Yuan whispered, looking at his hands. His skin shimmered with the density of a neutron star. He had reached the absolute peak of the World Breaker rank. He could feel the gravitational pull of the nearby moons tugging at his cloak, responding to his mass. "I have conquered the matter. I have crushed the world. But I am still a prisoner of the 'Now'."
He looked toward the dark expanse of the vacuum. The next realm, the Space-Time Weaver, felt like a thin veil just out of reach. He needed the soul-essence he had harvested from Lu Chen and the Alliance to act as the fuel.
"System," he commanded, his voice vibrating through the airless void. "Absorb the 'Reincarnation Essence' of the Saintess. Initiate the transition to the Second Realm."
A violet rift began to tear open in front of him. It wasn't a hole in the sky; it was a hole in Time. Fang Yuan stepped forward, leaving the graveyard of his home planet behind. He was no longer a King of a world. He was becoming a Weaver of Fate.