While Akasha and his lovers spent time together, not once did his plans stop. With the help of his clones, he had already begun mass distribution of resources to the entire Galaxy of Vexus. With the power of infinity, he could duplicate anything he wanted and now that his power was at the Peak of Galaxy level power his restrictions were loosened. With his clones overseeing everything time flowed like a river.
200 hundred years passed on the outside and during this time all the geniuses who went into the Cosmic Battlefield came home to an entirely different situation. Gone was the fragile peace that was built under the Celestial Empire's rulership. During that time every Supreme World vied for more worlds to conquer even if they did it lightly. Now, though everyone was united all under the power of one banner.
They all went to their homes and were all told the same thing.
'You will understand soon enough.'
And with those words they too waited to see what was going on. They had newfound power all standing at ranks they couldn't even imagine possible before. At least not this early into their life.
While this was happening, another major event had finally begun to kick off in full swing.
The Supreme Golden Age had begun. It is a time of unprecedented power, divine ambition, and cataclysmic war. The veil between the galaxies has begun to thin and all those with higher connections to the wider universe knew exactly what this meant. A great cosmic war starting, with each galaxy now a battleground for the supremacy of its rulers.
The battle for the fate of Vexus Galaxy, Akasha's home has already been fought and won. This was the entire point of Akasha subjugating his entire Galaxy. He didn't want to get up in having to fight a war for rulership then have to face intruders. It would cause unnecessary issues. Now that he was at the Peak of Saint lord rank, he was ready.
While the Vexus Galaxy was prepared and awaiting a bigger plan, they weren't the only ones. Across the cosmos, countless other factions—each with their own histories, cultures, and agendas—are preparing for their moment of reckoning. The struggle for supremacy will be fierce, as ancient enemies, newly risen powers, and those long-buried forces of destiny clash in a spectacle unlike any the universe has ever known.
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Much like Vexus, there were a few Galaxies that were all united under one banner. These factions all had their own agendas and plans facing the Supreme Golden Age.
In a distant galaxy far removed from the political machinations of the civilized empires, the Terrathar Collective rises. This race of sentient, biomechanical beings has constructed a network of enormous hive-fortresses, where organic and machine exist in perfect symbiosis. The Terrathar see themselves as the true inheritors of the Supreme Golden Age, believing that only through the complete integration of flesh and metal can existence be ruled with absolute efficiency. Led by their Queen-Prime, a living consciousness housed within an impossibly massive mechanical body, they prepare to wage a war of technological dominance. Their forces consist of swarms of automated drones, cybernetic soldiers, and psionically linked minds that function as a single entity.
The Lymphari are a race of ethereal, shadow-dwelling beings that exist in a state of perpetual transition between the material and immaterial realms. Known as the Living Shadows, they are neither fully physical nor entirely spiritual, existing as a reflection of the void between worlds. Their kingdom is not one of concrete worlds or space stations but of moving, shifting pockets of dark matter, where time and space twist and bend. Their vast network of spies and assassins operates within the hidden corners of their galaxy, and their supreme leader, Lady Sirael, a being of unmatched fluidity and grace, wields the powers of manipulation, illusion, and death itself. They are unseen, yet always present.
And finally
In the cold, dark reaches of another galaxy lie the Myrrhazi Syndicate, a shadowy empire of traders, manipulators, and reality-bending merchants. The Myrrhazi are a race of mercurial beings that trade in the most dangerous commodity known in the cosmos: the manipulation of fate itself. Through their highly secretive practice of fateweaving, they can alter the very fabric of time, space, and destiny. These interdimensional brokers specialize in creating deals that manipulate the outcomes of battles, the fate of rulers, and the rise and fall of entire empires. The leader of this syndicate, known only as The Weaver, is a being whose true form is a mystery, hidden behind the constantly shifting layers of probability.
As all of these different forces prepare themselves to push their own agendas, Akasha himself was lying in a bed full of his naked wives. All six of them were all sleeping, they had spent an entire 2,000 years together and majority of that time was spent having sex. Even though it sounds like a big waste of time, it truly wasn't. Not for his women at least.
Because Akasha was usually having sex with Luna or Elysia, two beings at the absolute peak of power he couldn't help them. However, his essence was indeed like a cheat code to cultivation also. The four women all had previously gained titles during the war, so they were already Middle Saints.
In order for them to breakthrough more they needed to create another mandate and gain another title. Now, after not even cultivating much at all they were Late-Stage Saints. The only time they even cultivated was when they made new mandates, other than that everything else was spent doing other things.
Akasha stood up from the bed a disappeared. Currently his rank was the Peak of Saint Lord, and he planned to step into the next rank soon. However, before he did that, there were a few things he wanted to do. The first was his name, now that he had officially taken his lovers he needed a family name.
Way back when he first came to this world, Luna told him he needed to create his own name. And now it was finally time for that. He closed his eyes and began to think and ponder over the things that he signified. The things that all those who bear his last name would signify.
Then after thinking for a while only a few things began to resonate with him. He was someone who stood at the crossroads of light and darkness, someone who stood between existence and nonexistence. As all of these thoughts came to mind a name resonated with his soul, almost as if he it was instinctual calling. His lips parted as he spoke.
"From today onwards, I will be Akasha Aethernox. I will be the head of the Aethenox family, beings who will symbolize the eternal dance between light and darkness, the infinite and the unknown."
As he said these words a subtle rippled reverberated across all of existence. And faraway his mother, Akashi was watching it all with a smile. She too spoke hearing her son.
{And I from this day onward, will be Akashi Aethernox.}
HUMMMM!!!!!
The moment she said that all of existence shuddered and in front of Akasha a screen showed. A screen that he shouldn't be seeing right now. However, when he read the words, he smiled.
{DING!!!!!}
{You family has been blessed by existence itself! Those who hold your bloodline and carry your name 'Aethernox' will all be granted a Title.}
{Title - Eclipsed Sovereign of Aether | This title, Eclipsed Sovereign of the Aether is a reflection of the Aethernox family's deep connection to the cosmic cycles of light and dark, creation and destruction, beginnings and ends.}
{Fufufu, I am too Akashi Aethernox ;). Mother loves you! Going back to sleep now, visit me soon!}
Akasha looked at these messages and smiled even more seeing the last part. He of course couldn't receive this title, but this was perfect for his women. This will allow them to become Peak Saints, one step away from the Peak of this Galaxy.
With this done, he turned his focus to the next thing. Which was his race the Anan, it was now time to change his women into Ananians. As he thought this he reappeared in the love garden. Here the women now awake chatting. He approached them and spoke.
"Ladies~ It's time for us to get back to work" He spoke with a smile.
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