The conspirators were angry and shocked at the same time because Cirolin was able to collect all the defenders who were below the 16th emperor level sneakily under the noses of five powerful 16th-level beings without arousing any of their attention.
This feat was too impressive even for Barbadon and Elishen, who were at the 16th level. Astharie, Nokopolie, and Apollyon frowned because Cirolin wasn't taking them seriously by doing that. The three raised their hands in the void and chanted simultaneously, and suddenly the primordial source energies that were used to forge the planes began to gather in the isolated void, and the chaotic energies converged in the direction where the three hands pointed.
Cirolin began to frown and show a hint of shock, as she knew what the three were trying to achieve because that energy gathering was a method only beings above the 16th-level emperor could achieve, and that was how source crystals were created or formed, and the detonation of a source crystal with a mass of 0.5 kg could instantly annihilate the body of a being at the 15th-level peak.
And now the amount gathered surpassed it by tens of millions of times, making it deadly for even the emperor at the 16th level. Even if it couldn't kill them, it inflicted some injuries on them, which would take a long time for them to recover from to get back to their peak. As the energies continued to gather, the isolated space in the distant void where the 16th emperor levels were located began to distort and collapse as the source energies gathered began to increase and started affecting the fabric of time, space, and reality.
Cirolin was now in a predicament. She summoned back all her clones and began forming seals rapidly with her hands and started chanting in an unknown tongue. Then the stars that appeared in the beginning reappeared again together with the throne, but this time the stars began to orbit and surround the throne. The trio of emperor-level 16th-level beings on the attacking side smiled and also brought out their signature weapons and artifacts, and blinding lights began to shine in the space as the auras and might of the divine god secret artifacts were fully displayed, and their might was above anything the beings present could ever imagine. Even the 16th-level king beings present were all amazed.
Astharie, Nokopolie, and Apollyon looked at each other with satisfied gazes and clenched their raised fists, and suddenly the gathered energies that converged near Cirolin began to explode.
At the center of this explosion, everything was annihilated. The space debris, timelines (past, present, and future), causal effects, and hidden spaces and dimensions within the center of the explosion, which covered a distance of two billion light-years, were all gone in an instant, and the shockwave kept spreading, but it didn't have the destructive power of the core.
Cirolin, who was closest to the center, suffered the most when the source energies detonated; even the protective barriers formed by the stars around her, who was sitting on the throne, were all extinguished, and her throne had countless cracks on its surface, and one could see the light in Cirolin's eye dim, and she was in a sorry state as compared to when she first appeared with her elegance.
The trio of emperor 16th-level beings all looked pleased from seeing this because they knew how powerful Cirolin was, and they managed to injure her to such an extent. Astharie placed her free hand on her lips, giggled, and said, "We aren't done with you yet, and you look so miserable." The trio once again clenched their raised fists, and the already dissipating energies seemed to be paused in time and reverted into the source energies before it exploded.
Cirolin frowned and revealed a look of hesitation before standing up from her throne; the moment she stood up, the throne vanished, and she glared at Astharie. This made the trio instantly feel their minds go blank for a moment, and at that instant, Cirolin had already switched places with them and slashed her dagger formed with stars ruthlessly at the raised hand of Astharie, amputating it. Cirolin flew at her fastest speed, which looked like instant teleportation, and vanished from the sight of the conspirators. The trio were all in a panic because they weren't as strong as Cirolin, and they were even closer to the explosion than Cirolin was. Apollyon commanded and chanted in an unknown tongue, and his main battle weapon in the form of a long scythe appeared in his hand. Then he slashed ruthlessly at the explosion, and instantly the huge energies, which formed an expanding ball, were slashed into two equal hemispheres and instantly dissipated.
Astharie, who lost an arm, sat in a lotus position and began to recover her lost energy but was shocked at how Cirolin decisively countered and was even more shocked at how Apollyon dealt with the exploding energies and stopped them instantly, meaning Apollyon had hidden his true strength when they were fighting Cirolin earlier.
Apollyon looked back at the conspirators and shouted, "We march forward," and a huge mechanical ship appeared. The trio and remaining conspirators boarded the ship, then it sped up quickly and crossed a distance of 1.5 billion light-years in just 15 minutes.
After an hour the ship appeared 50 km away from the grand square; more beings joined the conspirators after hearing that the conspirators still gained the advantage and made the powerful Cirolin retreat. They began closing in on the grand square, but to their surprise, they didn't meet any form of resistance at the grand square, and even at the entrance portal there were no guards. The conspirators walked slowly to the entrance portal and still didn't feel any resistance, but it was like the beings on the other side were expecting them, and it seemed like the creator stopped them from taking action.
The trio who led the conspirators had been to the sacred space of the creator before and knew the do's and don'ts of the sacred space. The trio telepathically told the beings lower than the 15th level to wait at the entrance, but a voice resounded throughout the space saying those beings could follow the trio, and it was none other than the creator.
The beings walked on the path towards the sacred space where all the powerful beings of creation were stationed. The lower beings of the conspirators were shocked to sense over billions of early-stage 15th-level beings at the periphery of the sacred space path, and they were all seated on exquisite marble thrones.
As the conspirators moved forward, they saw more countless beings, with the lowest being in the mid-stage of the 15th level, and there were also myriads of peak-stage 15th-level beings also on similar thrones, but there was a hint of pure gold and diamonds mixed in them. The lower beings of the conspirators were all shocked; even Papa Niko and Mama Sazu were still shocked even though they had been to the sacred space before.
After some time they all came to the inner space of the sacred, and at the site the lower beings of the conspirators saw, some of them dared not raise their heads because there were over ten billion powerful beings at the 16th level, and they were all beings who came with the true bodies, not clones. The leaders of the conspirators, Elishen, Barbadon, Astharie, Nokopolie, and Apollyon, and their followers all came to a halt because that was the furthest they could go because they were mere emperors, 16th-level beings, and they hadn't reached that mysterious level above their level.