Chapter 324: The Constellations

Aeloris’s gentle chiding made Ash chuckle as he spoke.

"My Goddess of Growth... I was simply doing what I do," he said with a wink that carried his usual air of confidence.

Madison, pulled from his neck and scoffed loudly.

"He was probably off seducing more women."

Sylvie slid onto his lap beside her, nodding with a sigh that was far too resigned.

"Honestly? I wouldn’t doubt it.... Master does have a certain charm."

Seeing how she smoothly took his other leg, Seraphiel and Rune’s lip twitched at that—but seeing Ash currently in his normal seven‑foot form, they decided to let him breathe a little longer.

"Well, you’re not wrong," Ash admitted with a laugh. "I’ve been gaining some affection... to raise my rank."

Katherine arched a brow. "Why not simply become a God as well? You already know the entire power system up to the Eleventh-Dimension existence. If something comes after that, you could just surpass it."

She wasn’t wrong. But she wasn’t right either.

"Who said I’m not a God?" Ash replied, tone light but edged with truth. "I am the God of Beasts, Flames, Rebirth, Runes... and more. Whatever you all have, I have more than twice over."

And it was true.

Every achievement of his wives, companions, and even Kaelthyr echoed back to him through his Lower Dimension. He was their Origin— and every advancement looped back to him endlessly.

Although he was just a Cosmic Overlord to those who could read him...

He was also a God of many titles....

Aeloris crossed her arms. "That still doesn’t explain why you insist on climbing that power system."

Ash tapped his chin thoughtfully.

"I know its limits—up to the peak of the Middle Dimensions. But there’s a rank above Hierarchy Saint. And when I ascend as a God of my own making... it won’t be simple. So, for now, I’ll keep copying everything this existence offers and handle it all at once."

Katherine laughed. "In other words... you just want an excuse to cause mayhem."

Ash shrugged as she wasn’t wrong... not in the slightest.

It was true, he could become a God of his own making at any moment....

But when had Ash ever done anything the simple way?

He still hadn’t touched the countless seeds of precepts he’d copied during seclusion— not even factoring in the fact he now possessed all Trans-Concepts...

And now, with access to multiple strata he could copy, reshape, and fold into himself, his verdict wouldn’t just be powerful.

It would be

broken

.

Something beyond what existence was designed to measure.

Because Ash wasn’t just climbing a ladder—he was collecting the materials to build a new one, then stand at the top of it.

And when he finally decided to fuse everything, he’d gathered...

The result wouldn’t be a God.

It would be something no reality had a word for yet.

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He gestured toward the northern section of the masque.

"Well, we’ll definitely be the talk of the Land of Weaving after this."

As if summoned by his words, Diana’s voice thundered across the realm.

Unlike Aurelia, Kaelthyr, or the others—Diana didn’t think of something intricate... she didn’t orchestrate or manipulate.

When she finally decided to make a move... She

slaughtered

.

As the Constellation of the Warrior—born for battle, shaped by battle, and perfected by battle—she was a warrior to her core.

She hovered above the carnage of her making, as the stone floors were drenched in blood.

Her masquerade dress unraveled into her usual attire.

She wore a simple black cloth covering her chest, a skirt‑like wrap around her hips.

Her two long white braids were soaked in streaks of crimson, and her alabaster skin glowed beneath shifting red tattoos that crawled up her thigh like living sigils.

She looked like what she was.... a goddess descending upon a battlefield.

And the realm trembled accordingly.

HUMMMMM!!!!

She raised her spear toward the star‑chandelier sky.

Her aura erupted—killing intent, battle intent, and raw power merging into a single overwhelming force. Cultivators below Dimensional Overlord didn’t even have time to scream; they burst into red mist instantly.

Her voice followed—it was booming, resonant, and impossible to ignore.

"Hear me, Land of Weaving.... and make sure you listen well."

The words rolled across the entire masque, shaking the platforms, rattling remaining illusions, silencing every whisper spreading through the realm.

"I am Diana Originat. Constellation of the Warrior."

Her words were not simple.... just the sound of her voice caused masks to crack... knees to buckle.

And even the Eternal Sins paused their rampage.

"There is no need to guess to understand our identity. There is no need to scheme... We are the Ineffable Pantheon."

As she spoke, two more figures rose beside her—one in flowing gold, one in purple.

Mira, the Constellation of Grace

Her mask dissolved into light, revealing a serene, ethereal beauty. She had long white hair, with four golden horns that were laced with pink veins. Her presence softened gravity itself, making the air feel weightless.

Lithia, the Constellation of Sex and Charm

Her mask fell away like petals, revealing a smile that could unmake vows and unravel sanity.

She had long white hair that was now threaded with purple. She had four pristine white horns that made a crown around her head.

Diana’s voice continued to sound around the realm.

"Heh, we are not mere cultivators. We are the Gods that will be whispered about in legends. And the Constellations who bring the blade down on those in the sights of the Origin of All."

The masquerade—its elegance, its illusions, its carefully curated neutrality—died in that instant.

"We are not here to make friends... not here to blend in. We are not the same."

Three rifts tore open behind them as Lithia giggled, licking her lips with unrestrained delight.

"Well, I don’t mind some slaughtering first... but afterward, I must find some neat places for Master and me."

Mira only sighed, graceful even in her exasperation...though she inwardly had the same idea...

She was every bit as much a degenerate as Lithia—she simply hid it better.

Diana rolled her eyes and finished her proclamation.

"Whether you stand as enemy... or somehow as an eventual ally... let today be your first lesson."

HUMMMMM!

The rifts widened, tearing open like wounds in the sky.

From each one surged battalions of Valkyries—not hundreds, not thousands, but billions.

With their Armor gleaming, wings unfurled and spears humming with transcendent force. Each one radiated the power of a Transcendent, or its equivalent—an army of divine executioners.

They didn’t hesitate.

They didn’t posture.

They didn’t announce themselves. It was no need as Diana had already done enough talking.

The moment they stepped through—

BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!

Their spears thrust forward, impaling the first beings in their path.

The collisions caused platforms to shatter, barriers to rupture.... and even the weakest of beings were erased before they could even blink.

Just like that.... the masquerade’s elegance died in a single heartbeat.

And the Ineffable Pantheon arrived in all their terrifying, glorious truth. Yet, like always.... things weren’t so simple as it seemed.