This time, Jehovah abandoned subtlety.
In the past, whenever he used his causality authority to alter reality, he had always been careful. The danger posed by the universe's corrective force was too great.
He never phrased his commands in absolute terms.
Instead, he preferred indirect declarations, carefully worded statements that nudged causality toward a desired outcome. Such wording left room for reality to adjust itself through countless minor details and coincidences, reducing the backlash placed upon him.
For Jehovah, speaking in absolutes was dangerous.
The more absolute the command, the greater the risk.
Under normal circumstances, he would never take such a gamble.
But the Taiji Diagram had already pushed him beyond caution.
The changes it was undergoing filled him with growing unease. The artifact had become a genuine threat, and he needed to crush it before it became something even worse.
So he spoke.
Three direct commands.
Three absolute decrees.
Instantly, twisted chains of causality formed from nothingness.
Invisible restraints wrapped themselves around the sea of raging golden fire surrounding the Taiji Diagram.
The flames faltered.
Their expansion slowed.
Then they began to recede.
For a moment, it seemed his authority had succeeded.
Then the Chaos Bell moved.
DONG!
The bell's toll echoed through the dimension.
It sounded like the first noise ever born in an endless, silent universe.
The sound carried a primal majesty that shook hearts and rattled reality itself.
The instant the bell rang, the boundless golden flames shattered every restraint placed upon them.
The fire surged upward.
In a single moment, it pierced the clouds and connected heaven and earth in a pillar of blazing gold.
Jehovah's expression darkened.
"Return."
"Disappear."
"Be erased."
Three more causality decrees.
This time aimed directly at the Chaos Bell.
Yet the result was even worse than before.
Nothing happened.
Absolutely nothing.
It was as if he had never spoken.
The Chaos Bell stood unmoved.
Unshaken.
Untouched.
The bell that suppressed the vast primordial cosmos.
Golden streams of light spread across the Taiji Diagram like ribbons forged from molten sunlight.
A brilliant halo emerged behind it.
The massive wheel radiated golden splendor in every direction.
Patterns resembling flowers, vines, and living growth spread across its surface.
Endless rays of gold burst outward, painting the entire sky in radiant light.
Then something appeared within the halo.
A vast, indistinct disk.
At its center were two perfectly divided black-and-white semicircles.
Around them revolved interconnected jade-like rings.
The structure rotated on its own, guided by some incomprehensible force.
Every revolution carried a sense of supreme order.
An overwhelming majesty.
As though this was a law older than creation itself.
An unchangeable truth.
Jehovah stared in disbelief.
The authority displayed by the Taiji Diagram was becoming disturbingly similar to his own omniscient and omnipotent authority.
How was that possible?
How could a mere artifact possess power approaching his divine domain?
The very idea felt like blasphemy.
An insult to the dignity of God.
Only overwhelming wrath and catastrophic destruction could cleanse such an offense.
Then the heavens opened.
A new world appeared above the battlefield.
White clouds stretched endlessly across the sky.
Holy light intertwined with them in vast rivers of radiance.
Countless angels stood in orderly formations among the clouds.
Layer upon layer of sacred hymns echoed through the air without end.
Beneath them, a sea of divine light surged downward like a celestial river pouring from the stars themselves.
Heaven had descended.
And it had descended carrying the fury of God.
Jehovah had revealed every trump card at his disposal.
His hatred for the Taiji Diagram had reached its limit.
He could no longer tolerate its existence.
At that moment, he made his decision.
"I am the Lord of Heaven."
"I am the King of Paradise."
"I am the Heavenly Father."
"I am the Most High God."
"I judge you, heretical creation."
"Before me, you shall fail."
This was the fifth time.
And it would be the last.
The instant Jehovah unleashed the decree, a sharp cracking sound echoed deep within his soul.
His expression remained unchanged.
But inwardly, he was shaken.
A fracture.
His authority had cracked.
Among all his divine powers, only one could produce such a reaction.
His causality authority.
Reality was no longer bending to his commands.
Instead, reality itself was retaliating.
The backlash had reached the source of his power.
And now that source was beginning to break.
He could not use it again.
Not even once.
Another attempt might shatter the authority completely.
The loss would be catastrophic.
Jehovah had spent untold ages cultivating that power.
Countless opportunities, endless effort, and extraordinary luck had all been required to engrave it into his divine authority.
If it collapsed here, the damage would be devastating.
Fortunately, causality was not his only weapon.
He was God.
His power extended far beyond a single authority.
Without hesitation, Jehovah spread his arms.
The endless holy light flooding Heaven transformed into a colossal torrent.
A divine flood roared from the gates of Paradise and crashed toward the Taiji Diagram.
At the same time, countless angels charged from Heaven.
Battle cries echoed across the battlefield.
These were the middle-ranking angels who served directly before God's throne.
Each possessed divine power far beyond mortal limits.
Measured purely by combat capability, they were no weaker than many powerful mutants.
And there were three hundred trillion of them.
Three hundred trillion.
They were fearless soldiers.
For the glory of God, they would sacrifice themselves without hesitation.
Part of that devotion came from a simple truth.
Jehovah had created them.
Their lives belonged to him.
They were his creations.
His tools.
Whether life was precious or not held little meaning to them.
Jehovah had granted them existence, but not the full range of emotions that came with it.
Their purpose was singular.
To serve.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
And when such beings emerged from Heaven in endless waves, the sight was apocalyptic.
They filled the sky.
Covered the horizon.
Their numbers were so immense that mountains seemed insignificant by comparison.
Every direction was packed with angels.
The heavens vanished beneath a sea of wings.
Looking outward, there was nothing else to see.
Only angels.
An impossible number of angels.
Facing this unimaginable host, the Taiji Diagram responded.
Its power erupted with immeasurable force.
Earth.
Wind.
Water.
Fire.
The primal elements surged forth.
Ferocious winds transformed into world-shattering storms.
Divine flames were swept into the maelstrom.
Together they exploded outward in a catastrophic wave.
A blazing elemental tempest swept across the battlefield, rushing directly toward the endless armies of Heaven.