The void trembled with anticipation. The space surrounding Azure Blue had become a theater of impossible power. Stars shivered in their orbits, comets froze mid-flight, and entire planetary systems seemed to pause, aware of the celestial battle erupting above them.
Lucien's clone hovered at the center, calm, collected, a smirk playing across his features. He could sense the intensity of Buddha and Calystria's final forms pushing all they had. Every movement of their limbs, every flicker of aura, was designed to overwhelm him, yet the clone had evolved far beyond their expectations.
"So… this is it," the clone muttered, voice echoing across light-years. "Time to show you the first ultimate form of Tian Quan: Isogi Dispatch."
The clone's body began to glow with an abyssal light, a hue that bent reality itself. His fists were no longer just weapons—they became conduits for the laws of creation and destruction. His aura expanded exponentially, distorting space-time, and the energy of every nearby star converged around him.
"Isogi Dispatch!"
The air—no, the very fabric of existence—twisted violently as he struck. Each motion of his arms and legs generated miniature voids, swallowing fragments of reality, while the shockwaves tore at the surrounding space. The force alone was enough to push Buddha and Calystria to the defensive, forcing them to combine their final forms' energies to hold him at bay.
"Impossible…" Buddha growled, golden light flaring as he tried to stabilize the laws around him.
"A fragment of my father's power… manifesting in a paradoxical form," Calystria hissed, mirrors spinning violently to block the onslaught.
The clone did not simply strike. He flowed. Each punch, kick, and motion was a perfect blend of martial precision and metaphysical mastery. Tiny rifts in reality opened with every movement, sending fragments of distant stars spiraling into the void.
"Your final forms… aren't enough," the clone said casually, sidestepping a torrent of golden light from Buddha. "I don't want to kill you. That would force a war between the higher realms and the lower realms. But you will remember this."
With a flick of his wrist, a crescent-shaped void blade slashed through Calystria's defensive lattice. Mirrors shattered, sending shards of refracted light into space like meteors. She staggered backward, eyes wide.
"You… dare…?"
"I dare," he replied, voice low, calm, yet terrifyingly resolute. "Tell the other celestials and The True Ones to wait for me. I'm coming."
The impact of Isogi Dispatch wasn't just physical—it was philosophical, ontological, a shift in how the cosmos perceived power. The planets around Azure Blue trembled. Cultivators on the surface felt their bloodlines stir, their potential awakening. Aelira, witnessing the vision, grasped her staff tighter, understanding for the first time the scale of power in existence.
Even the distant stars seemed to bow to the rhythm of the clone's assault. Each strike, each palm, was measured yet destructive—a lesson in restraint and overwhelming force simultaneously.
Buddha's golden aura flickered as he attempted to stabilize his form. Calystria's mirrors cracked and reformed, energy sapping from their final states. Neither was destroyed, but both were undeniably injured, their metaphysical authority temporarily humbled.
The clone hovered, breath steady, aura calm yet undeniably powerful.
"You've been warned," he said, eyes glowing with abyssal light. "Tell your peers… and The True Ones. The Heaven-Void Paradox is already in motion. I will be there. Prepare."
Buddha's lips tightened, anger and respect mingling. "This… child of void… has no fear. He is… unlike anything we've faced."
Calystra hissed, regaining composure. "I've underestimated him. But this is not over. Not by far."
From Nax to Azure Blue, from the lower realms to the upper metaphysical echelons, the echo of the clone's message spread. Mortals shivered, cultivators trembled, and even the highest of the True Ones felt the disturbance, knowing something unprecedented had occurred.
Lucien's clone looked back at the battlefield once more, surveying the remnants of chaos he had carved. Then, with a slight smirk:
"I did not kill them. But I let them feel the power of a paradox. Let them prepare. And when I decide to truly strike… the heavens will remember my name."
He turned, abyssal eyes scanning the cosmos. The Tian Quan, now at its first ultimate form, glowed with silent promise.
The Heaven-Void Paradox… has arrived.
And above, in the merged Primordial Void and Metaphysical Plane, the true Lucien Dreamveil observed with a subtle smile, knowing that the clone he had unleashed was only the beginning of what was to come.