GOD OF ALL SYSTEMS

Patrick didn\'t bother to read the information; he slowly strode through the void and headed for the remaining cultivation warriors.

In the distance, the cultivators were pinned down by an unknown force as they remained restrained; they didn\'t even struggle while laying on the ground like breathing statues; some cultivators lay face-up as they saw the approaching Patrick. This man had invaded their realm and had shattered the barriers shielding the Sacred Realm; among the restrained cultivators, Hua Ban lay close to his sister Hua Bin as he asked.

"Little Bin, is this the man you offended in the lower realms?"

"Yes, but I didn\'t know he was this powerful," Hua Bin frighteningly spoke as she looked at Patrick floating above them, her eyes filled with despair as she shivered with fright; her brother, Hua Ban, who had always had an uncaring attitude towards his enemies, was now drowned in sweat as he shivered from looking at the hovering being. Every restrained cultivator on the ground had terrified expressions as they glanced at this man; for some unknown reason, they couldn\'t remember anyone capable of confronting this invader. Like that, the existence of the previous Sacred Heads was no more, as even their descendants can\'t remember them ever existing.

Patrick hovered over the millions of cultivators, hands behind him as he emitted a godly aura, his silver hair resting on his shoulders as they vibrated with endless essence. The next moment, the cultivators on the ground felt their bodies being raised from the earth as they slowly floated to the hovering height of the unknown man, the descendants from the three Sacred families floated in front of the others. Hua Bin saw Patrick\'s unimpressed expression as she hurriedly blurted out.

"Se....senior, please forgive me; I swear on my heavenly soul to never act arrogant again. Please!"

Patrick hovered in the air as he watched Hua Bin plead; he still maintained his unimpressed expression as he slowly approached Hua Bin; he spoke.

"Pleading won\'t change anything; it is just a waste of line in the plot. My actions have no relation to any of you; it\'s just that your existences are superfluous to my story."

With Patrick\'s words, like the three previous unknown Sacred Heads, the restrained floating descendants and cultivation warriors all vanished as Patrick erased them from the plot; every existing knowledge about these cultivators vanished as no one in the plot will ever mention them. Patrick remained in the silent space void as the surrounding shattered void mended instantaneously; he turned his head as his sight landed on a single throne hovering in the chaotic space void; he opened his lips as he softly spoke.

"I will leave that for now; it will be worthwhile in the future."

Athena, Anna, and Thalia floated in the void with elegant postures as they stared at the now-destroyed Sacred Realm; the majestic structures of the Sacred Realm were no more as they were either incinerated or devoured, but the present scene of the Sacred Realm was now filled with ruins. Even though there were millions of deaths, the three ladies didn\'t react as they had unsympathetic expressions. To them, everything Patrick does is justified; even though they have their free wills as his wives, they still unquestionably obey him. Among the three ladies, Thalia smiled as she spoke.

"Dear, I thought you would play with them a little more; what a load of germs." As Patrick\'s wives and nigh omnivastance beings, the three ladies knew they were in a story. Even though the previous unknown characters have been erased, the three ladies still know of their existence.

"It will only be a waste of plot lines. Forget it; time to ascend the Immortal realms." Patrick spoke as Grace\'s voice sounded in his head

"Master, how do you wish to ascend?"

"Let\'s go with the normal method; there is more to experience."

The next moment, the three ladies instantaneously stood next to Patrick as they knew it was time to ascend, their dresses filled with infinite essence as they shone brilliantly on them. In the next instant, four white lights appeared from the void, and they showered over the four; their figures slowly began fading as the next moment, the four figures of Patrick and his three wives vanished from the lower realms and worlds. The destroyed Sacred Realm was the only landmass left floating in the chaotic void; the chaotic swirling particles slowly disintegrated the large landmass, and the next instant, the whole Sacred Realm was gone, disintegrated to nothing but chaotic particles. The only object left in the void was a black throne that vibrated continuously.

Immortal Realm.

The Immortal Realm is a higher dimension of the cultivation universe. Although there are countless lower domains and worlds in the cultivation universe, they are all connected to one immortal realm. But, the size of the Immortal realm is countless times bigger than all the lower galaxies and worlds combined. The Immortal realm\'s heavenly energy is infinitely purer than any lower realm, except for the \'First Realm.\' Many cultivators have ascended the immortal realm eons ago as they established their powers and strongholds; with countless generations of ascensions, the Immortal realm became the home of ascended cultivators as they achieved the titles of Immortals.

After countless epochs of discoveries, the ascended cultivators discovered cultivation realms higher than the Immortal realm and many more above that; with this discovery, another era emerged as these ascended cultivators aimed for higher realms and powers.

The Immortal Realm is the supposed heaven of cultivators; every cultivator defies the heavens and their assigned realities as they strive for immortality. Becoming immortals has always been the ultimate goal of many cultivators; having the power to control mountains and seas, becoming strong enough that even the heavens fear you, the power to control one\'s fate and destiny, the thrilling sensation of venturing into the endless unknown, all these were some of the reasons prompting many to seek immortality and ascend the immortal realms.

In an unknown pocket dimension in the immortal realm, there was a pitch-black void; the space within this pocket dimension was large enough to compare to an entire world. Inside this pitch-black void pocket dimension, two balls of eyes slowly opened as they caused the darkness within the dimension to vanish instantly. With the light removing the darkness, the figure of a woman could be seen floating in the space void as her body emitted extreme golden lights; the woman was the only being hovering within the large space as golden words written in ancient characters revolved around her floating body.

The woman floated in a lotus position as she exuded overwhelming pressure; the pocket dimension she resided in formed cracks as if it couldn\'t contain the woman\'s presence. The hovering woman saw the ancient texts rotating around; she opened her lips as she spoke, the pocket dimension trembling.

"My time is near; I hope little Shi Ling ascends the Immortal realm before my death." TREMBLE!

At an unknown location in the immortal realm, hundreds of ancient buildings were situated in the skies. The sizes of these buildings weren\'t anything compared to the lower realms; each ancient structure was large enough to be compared to the size of twenty lower worlds; the hundreds of ancient buildings had bridges connecting to a central area that shone with an even brighter essence. At the central area of these ancient structures, two beings sat in a courtyard; one would notice they were men based on their old physical appearances, one of the old men wore gold cultivation robes, while the other wore white, although different designs and colors, both men exuded heavenly auras as they breathed.

The courtyard the two old men occupied was filled with vibrant heavenly liquid Qi as it permeated the atmosphere; the breaths of these two old men alone caused the surrounding space within the courtyard to tremble. Between the two old men was a floating Go chess table; the Go pieces would often move as if they were mind-controlled; after a couple of seconds, the old man wearing gold robes spoke, his manly voice resounding within the courtyard.

"Those birds watching the lower realms brought a message; they spoke of a man capable of defeating them while residing in the lower realms; what do you think of this?"

"Hahaha! I am not surprised; after all, they are mere birds with human features; they can\'t even handle a lower realm being; I think it\'s time I erase their race; they are starting to seem more like an annoyance than helpful."

The old man in the white cultivation robe spoke; he slowly stroked his long white beard as he casually called the Arkmenians birds; the two old men didn\'t even reconsider the reports from the Arkmenians; to them, the Arkmenians were nothing but birds with human features, if they wished, they would exterminate the Arkmenian race in an instant. The old man wearing the gold robes was about to play his move on the Go chessboard when suddenly, he paused.

"Hmm?"

"Is there a problem?"

"I can\'t tell why, but for a second, my soul core just trembled with fear, it\'s as if something is coming, and that thing wants us to know of its arrival."

"Haha, old age must have got a toll on you; how can a Star Celestial feel fear?"

"Haha, indeed, what an unrealistic feeling; it has been two million decades since I felt fear; I must be overthinking it. It\'s probably some cultivators breaking through."

The two men laughed as they rejected the soul-trembling sensations. A second ago, the two old men had felt fear arising within their soul cores, but they thought they were overthinking; with their strengths, who was capable of causing fear in the hearts of higher entities like themselves? While the two old men brushed off the feeling, other cultivation experts within the Immortal realm felt the same soul-trembling sensations. But despite what they felt, most of the cultivators in the Immortal realm ignored the feeling, while others thought of it as a heavenly message.

A boy was battling thousands of gigantic monsters at another unknown location as he casually sliced the monsters\' heads. The boy had short black hair and blue eyes; from the physical structure of the boy, one could guess him to be a sixteen to seventeen-year-old. The boy wore an armor that seemed otherworldly; if one observed closely, one would recognize that the armor the boy was wearing had the designs of a medieval knight that could be found in a game in Earth 101. The boy flashed at a fast speed as he used his gigantic sword to annihilate the gigantic monsters; a couple of minutes later, the boy stopped as he sat on top of the monsters\' carcasses; the boy opened his lips as he spoke to something.

"System, how many exp left until I reach the Celestial Realm?"

The next moment, a voice sounded in the boy\'s head; but something happened while the so-called system was speaking.

[Host, you need two million more---CRASH...CRASH-----Detecting originator----CRASH.....initiating system reset-----CRASH]

"Wha...what was that? System! what is happening...why are you resetting.....what the hell is going on!"