If Minos were here, he would immediately recognize the overwhelming momentum before him.
This was the opportunity to break through to the Eighth Sense of the small universe!
It was Alaya Consciousness!
Among the three giants of the underworld—Aiagos, Radamandis, and Minos—there was also the Bennu Flame of Skyburst and a single drop of Hades' divine blood bestowed upon them.
This was a drop from Hades' true body. Ordinary mortals could not withstand even a fraction of its aura. One drop alone could overwhelm a Seventh Sense fighter.
Even Saint warriors had only experienced divine blood granted by Athena in human form. Even that could empower the weak to defeat twin gods.
Divine bodies do not die. If the body perishes, the small universe may vanish, but the soul endures, even if the universe is destroyed.
Consider Poseidon: his body was destroyed during the Holy War with Athena centuries ago, yet his soul remained sealed in Athena's jar, continuing to influence the world.
Meanwhile, Mephisto sensed an incredible force at that moment.
Instantly—
"Attack! Everyone!"
His voice fell, and flames erupted from his palms like a volcanic eruption, shooting straight at Aiagos.
"Lord Aiagos! The will to survive!"
Balendain activated his unique technique, absorbing the life energy of an unnamed hell lord and vanishing from sight.
"Aiagos?"
Xilu Feidu rushed forward, only to find other demon lords, already Level Sub-God Fathers, standing in his path.
"Your opponent is me, general under Lord Satanesh!"
"Wings of Destruction!"
Without hesitation, Xilu Feidu unleashed his energy, sweeping the sub-celestial father demon lord into another dimension. The poor lord had no time to react before being obliterated.
"Damn! Are these underworld warriors so powerful?"
In the distance, Mephisto saw hellish fighters previously crushed by demon lords reappear on the battlefield. Their energy had not only returned but grown stronger.
Could it be that these warriors were a manifestation of Hell itself? That they had been reborn and upgraded?
"Lucifer! If you don't act now, it will be too late!"
Mephisto, enraged, raised both hands, unleashing a ferocious offensive. Flaming spears pierced space, igniting a storm of fire, aimed directly at Aiagos.
But Aiagos was ready.
Flames more powerful than before erupted from his body. Garuda's spirit seemed to awaken instantly. Everyone, including the underworld fighters, could see it clearly:
Above Aiagos' head, a phantom 300 meters tall emerged from his small universe.
The monstrous bird opened its mouth wide, swallowing the hellish lava in a single gulp.
Aiagos had now entered his own subconscious world.
"Is this the small universe of the Eighth Sense?"
He felt the energy within him loosen, though he still had a long way to go before his breakthrough.
The Eighth Sense of the small universe—Alaya Consciousness—was the limit of human achievement.
In the last Holy War, only one underworld fighter had comprehended the Eighth Sense without Hades' aid. Sadly, he did not respect divine enlightenment and was crushed by a Virgo, reincarnated without hope of resurrection.
The Eighth Sense approached the realm of gods and Buddhas—but it was only close to godhood, not true divinity.
Aiagos carefully sensed the surrounding atmosphere, witnessing the colossal Garuda before him.
Garuda—the symbol of Aiagos' power. Also known as the golden-winged Roc Eagle, its wings spanned 3.36 million miles. Its body gleamed golden yellow, with crimson-tipped wings, and a prominent wishful bead atop its head.
This bird sang mournfully and fed on dragons—one dragon and 500 hatchlings each day. At the end of its life, it would vomit poison, unable to consume more. It would then ascend the Vajra Wheel, die, and resurrect in flames. After the body burned away, a new one emerged, pure and green.
"Behold, Lord Aiagos' Garuda!"
Balendain and Xilu Feidu froze in astonishment. Aiagos' normally dark small universe began to change.
Mingyi, once pitch black, turned crimson, then within moments, shifted to gold—shocking both Xilu Feidu and Balendain. The golden hue rivaled the sacred Golden Cloth of the Saints.
But it did not last. Within minutes, it changed again, cycling through colors before returning to darkness.
In his subconscious world, Aiagos slowly extended his right hand.
The colossal Garuda stared at him with piercing eyes, as if understanding much.
The moment Aiagos reached out, the giant bird bowed its head obediently. Its long neck moved gently in Aiagos' hands before slowly dissipating into nothingness.
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