"Sirius Starblade, surrender. You can't defeat us."
A smirk flickered across Sirius's bloodstained lips as he stood amidst the battlefield, golden armor cracked and smoking, yet his eyes still burned with defiance.
"You're right. I can't defeat you," he said, voice calm like a whisper before a storm. "But I can still end your invasion."
The Blood Demon Cult elders floated above him, cloaked in roiling crimson mist. Their eyes gleamed with disdain.
"Don't be foolish. If not for the suppression of this world's laws, we'd reduce you to ash with a single breath."
Sirius laughed—a bitter, thunderous sound. "So what if you're God Realm cultivators? You came to a lower realm just to bully the weak, turn Earth into a corpse puppet furnace, and dare expect a hero's welcome? As long as I, the Star Emperor, draw breath… you'll find no easy prey here!"
"Then die!" snarled one of the elders, hurling a colossal spear forged from condensed blood Qi. It shrieked through the air like a banshee, its blood-red light turning the sky crimson.
"Blazing Sun Sword!" Sirius roared, thrusting his palm upward.
A radiant sword of pure solar essence formed in the heavens, blazing like the sun itself. It screamed down from the sky, colliding with the blood spear in a detonation that shook the heavens. The explosion unleashed serpents of wild energy, tearing the battlefield as if dragons had been loosed from the void.
When the smoke cleared, Sirius still stood—bruised, scorched, but unbroken.
"Tch… still breathing," one elder muttered. "No wonder they called you Supreme Emperor."
"But that was only one of us," another sneered. "Let's see how you handle this!"
The three elders raised their arms, chanting in ancient demonic tongue. Blood Qi surged like a tsunami, forming a spear ten times larger than the first. Space itself warped around it, the very laws of reality trembling.
Sirius didn't waver. He raised a single trembling hand—and in it, he formed a tiny orb of light, no larger than a pearl.
The elders laughed. "That's it? You've finally given up?"
But Sirius smiled.
"I've never used this before... but this little star holds twelve suns' worth of energy. Goodbye, you wretched demons."
He hurled the orb toward the incoming spear and turned, running with what little strength remained.
"Running won't save you!" they bellowed, unleashing the blood spear.
The two attacks collided. Sirius turned around, smiled and whispered, "Star Collapse, Blackhole."
And then the sky shattered.
First came the supernova—an explosion that lit up the sky brighter than a thousand suns. Then, silence. A moment later, it collapsed in on itself, forming a black hole, sucking everything into its ravenous maw—space, light, life… and the three elders, screaming in fury and fear, ripped apart and devoured.
As the black hole collapsed in on itself, it flashed white—and exploded again, spreading divine energy across the realm.
Sirius collapsed to the ground, every cell in his body screaming in agony. With his final breath, he raised one trembling finger.
"Condense…"
Millions of spirit swords shimmered into existence, glowing like stars in the night sky. They circled the planet, shining with the authority of universal law.
"God-Annihilating Star Sword Array..." he whispered. "Let Earth... be safe."
And then, Sirius Starblade, Star Emperor of Earth, drew his final breath.
Thousands of Miles Away...
Eight cloaked figures stood atop an ancient mountain.
"He's gone," one murmured.
"But his legacy endures," another said, staring up at the star-like swords glimmering in the heavens.
"That formation... it holds the power of regulation itself. It will keep the scum of the Thousand Corpse Sect and any invader from the God Realm at bay—for ten thousand years."
"We are in his debt. We all are."
Nine Thousand Years Later – Gray Mountain Town
In a small courtyard of the Arya Clan, a young man lay bound in bandages, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.
Panic. Confusion. Pain.
"...How am I still alive?" he whispered hoarsely, struggling to sit up. "I should've died... after using the Star Sword Array…"
He winced, clutching his head.
And then—they came. Memories.
Training sessions under a moonlit sky. Bitter rivalries. The warmth of a mother's embrace. The protection of father's back. The sadness of the death of a loved one. The shame of weakness.
Memories were not his—but they felt real.
They were real.
He clutched his head, groaning as the storm of past lives surged within him.
"These… these are the memories of the original owner of this body," he muttered. "Sirius Arya..."
He stared at his hands—smaller, younger, weaker—but they were his now.
"I've been reborn... into my bloodline…"
"Since your body gave me a new life, I will take your name, your burdens, your responsibilities, and your grudges. I will let you shine like I have shined once, no even greater."