Every life in the Origin Realms had grown to have a sense of responsibility, and the Primordials knew that without the sacrifices of so many people, who ensured that their cultivation path was as smooth as possible, they would not be able to reach this point.
No time in history had there ever been a place like this, where it was highly possible for someone to see the path to the level of Primordial so clearly. The secrets and deceptions about the paths of power were wiped away, and those that were not given were only because there were enemies within their ranks.
Aetheron was extremely angry and in pain; he had seen everything that had happened since the final war began, including the betrayals that had arisen within their ranks. The shields would have gone down in the future, but that should have required millions of years of constant barrage, and now this trap that could lay every Primordial low was unexpected.
Eosβs Incarnations had left to deal with whatever had released that blade light that shattered the shields above, and they that should have held down the fort and protected those weaker had become the ones who needed protection.
A million years ago, he had sat down not far from here and listened to Eos speak about the tribulations that were to come. He had said there would come a time when everything would come crashing down, and it was at that moment that they needed to rise, because only in their hearts was there true strength.
All of the noble guardians had fallen to the last man; none of them had flinched as they threw themselves into the infinite maws of the abominations that were falling from the heavens above, and Aetheron laughed and cried at the same time before he burned his Origin Core.
He was on the third layer of the Origin of Spatial Harmony, and he expected that in another hundred million years, he would reach the fourth.
As a mortal, he was a scholar who ventured deep into the universe, disregarding dangers to look for knowledge and in his search for the truths of the past and the future, he came across one central personality that had guided the course of creation, and it was the Grand Creator himself, a being who took on many forms and yet still held a single core objective... protecting the weak and ensuring the continuation of life.
His search for the truth caused his cultivation to soar, and soon he became immortal, and on the verge of reaching the fourth-dimensional level, he came upon the most profound truths, which were the origin of reality and all that he knew.
Aetheron discovered the vastness of Existence, and he knew that the Origin Realms were born from the power of Space, in a profound sacrifice that gave life the chance to go on. Without this act, then there was a great chance that Existence would have ended.
It was from that moment that Aetheron decided to pursue the power of Space, and he was not the only one; however, he was among the most successful, quickly rising to the ranks of Primordial and becoming the Primordial of Spatial Harmony and linking with an Origin Realm.
All of these memories briefly flashed through his mind as the endless horde descended upon his realm. A brief glance at his Primordial brothers and sisters revealed that they would not be able to break out of their chains in enough time, and Aetheron decided that he would give them this time, even if it killed him.
With a roar that was heard all over his realm, Aetheron expanded his consciousness around the invaders, pushing his mind to a limit that it should never reach. His mind covered trillions... quadrillions, and even more.
"Leave my world!" he roared, and his Origin exploded from his core, and everywhere his mind touched, space was expanded into infinity.
The infinite horde streaming out of the Blackened Scar fell into an area of infinite space, and if they wanted to reach the Origin Realm, they would have to travel through forever to get to it... at least, if Aetheron was strong enough to hold all of this infinity and maintain it for long.


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