Chapter 1: The Breach of the Seventh Seal
The transition from the quiet halls of the Lover's Sanctuary to the frontlines was instantaneous and violent. Picking up from the Prince's first hunt, the sky over the central sectors didn't just crack; it dissolved. Thousands of Void-Rifts opened simultaneously, resembling black bleeding wounds across the tapestry of stars. The Outer Void Lords had finally arrived in force. They didn't come to negotiate; they came to harvest.
Tiān Chuàng stood at the helm of the Sovereign's Flagship, his eyes reflecting the flickering deaths of distant solar systems. Beside him, Mo Yue maintained a constant connection to the Multiverse's life-force, her face pale from the strain of stabilizing reality. "The first fragment is reacting," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the ship's engines. The shard was located in the Sector of Sunless Graves, a graveyard of ancient universes. To get there, they had to cut through the heart of the invasion force.
Chapter 2: The War of Infinite Regrets
The war zone was a symphony of chaos. The Dragon King's fleet clashed with Void-Leviathans—beasts the size of small moons that exhaled entropy. This was the "Big War" the Multiverse had feared for two decades. Tiān Chuàng led the charge, his figure a streak of golden and azure light. He wasn't just fighting; he was a walking "Law." Every time he struck, the "Origin Equilibrium" in his blood forced the chaotic void energy to solidify into matter, which he then shattered with the Dragon-Scale Strength.
However, the enemies were not the weak scouts of the past. Three Void-Generals, each at the Eternal Singularity (Level 2) rank, intercepted the Prince. The vacuum of space burned as they exchanged blows that deleted entire asteroid belts. For the first time, Tiān Chuàng felt the weight of his father's crown. Every mistake he made cost a planet; every second he was delayed, a billion souls vanished. The romance of the "Hero's Myth" was gone, replaced by the cold, bloody reality of survival.
Chapter 3: The Shard of the First Memory
Deep within the Sunless Graves, Tiān Chuàng found it. The first Fragment of Origin. It was encased in a pillar of Forbidden Void-Ice that drained the heat from the very souls of those nearby. As he reached for it, the Fragment pulsed, releasing a wave of Tiān Yuán's original intent.
In that moment, time slowed. The war outside became a distant hum. Tiān Chuàng saw a vision of his father—not as a Sovereign, but as a man sitting on a porch on Earth, looking at a sunset. The contrast was heartbreaking. The Fragment didn't just contain power; it contained the humanity his father had sacrificed. As he absorbed the shard, Tiān Chuàng's realm stabilized, pushing him toward the peak of the Void-Breaker Epoch. His eyes turned a deeper shade of azure, and for a moment, the entire battlefield felt the silent pressure of the Primordial Sovereign.
Chapter 4: The Sacrifice of the God-General
The retrieval of the shard triggered a counter-attack. The Outer Void Lords realized the Prince was trying to resurrect the Source. They focused all their firepower on the Sovereign's Flagship, where Mo Yue was stationed. Seeing the threat, the Ancient God-General, Tiān Chuàng's mentor, made a final decision.
"Go, Prince!" the old warrior roared, his armor shattered and his divine blood staining the stars. "Collect the rest! The Sovereignty must be restored! He ignited his life-core, performing a Nirvana Self-Detonation that created a temporary barrier of white light, pushing back the Void-Generals and giving the flagship time to jump to the next coordinate. Tiān Chuàng watched from the viewing deck, his hands clenched until his knuckles turned white. There was no time to mourn; there were six shards left.
Chapter 5: The Desperate Shift
The volume concludes with the fleet jumping into the Crystalline Nebula, the location of the second fragment. The war is raging across 40% of the Multiverse. Mo Yue looks at her son, seeing the toll the war is taking on him. She reaches out, taking his hand. In the cold darkness of the war zone, this small moment of motherly love is the only warmth left.
"We are running out of time," Mo Yue said, her eyes looking at the holographic casualty counts. "But the fragments are calling louder now. Your father... he is starting to wake up within you."
Outside the glass, the Nebula glowed with an eerie, rhythmic light, beckoning them toward the next battle. The "Big War" was only just beginning, and the Prince was no longer just a hunter—he was a symbol of a dying world's last hope.