Chapter 112: The Coronation of the Seven Hues – The Only One
The Phoenix Valley could no longer contain what was about to be born.
At its very center, where the ancient mandala had been carved into the stone by forgotten hands, space itself began to weep. Liquid strands of golden-white light dripped upward into the sky, defying gravity as the fabric of reality strained and trembled. Lakan Diwa stood at the heart of this storm, calm amid the chaos, his Phoenix Heart Core beating like the rhythm of creation itself—a deep, resonant drum forged from the hearts of stars.
The air hung heavy with the sharp tang of ozone mixed with the sacred smoke of ancient incense that had lingered in this valley for countless millennia. Above him, the 2nd-Class Phoenix God Core floated like a newborn sun, its surface alive with roiling golden flames that licked at the edges of existence, threatening to unravel the laws that bound the mortal world.
Lakan did not hesitate. He did not kneel, and he did not ask for permission from the heavens.
With fluid grace and unshakeable certainty, he reached upward and seized the blazing Phoenix God Core with his bare hands.
The heat that poured into him was beyond mortal comprehension—it was enough to erase the very concept of being. Yet the Ten Phoenix Kings dwelling within his star-points rose as one, acting as divine anchors that absorbed the searing friction. They channeled the raw, untamed divinity straight into the Phoenix Heart Core pulsing fiercely within his chest.
"I am the First and the Last Tone," Lakan declared, his voice not merely echoing through the air, but vibrating through the fifth dimension itself, touching the soul of every living thing across the continent.
He pulled the radiant core toward his sternum.
The moment the two cores met, a violent Chaos Catalyst erupted within him. Lakan poured every last drop of his Chaos Qi into the fusion—100% of his power, holding nothing back. This was the great melting. The old, restrictive laws that had shackled the Phoenix God for eons, placed there long ago by the Dragon God, were violently torn apart and reforged.
Deep inside his spirit sea, the Ten Phoenix Kings roared in unison, their voices shaking the boundaries of his soul. The Ultra Divine Kampilans— Araw and Buan—hummed with a savage, harmonious frequency, their blades stitching the local reality together so that the Douluo Planet itself would not fracture under the unimaginable pressure of a new God-King being born in its fragile atmosphere.
Then came the explosion.
It was silent, yet more powerful than thunder. A prismatic bloom of pure light erupted from Lakan's chest, expanding outward in a perfect sphere and bleaching the entire valley white. For one breathless moment, the world lost all color.
When the radiance finally receded, the Phoenix Heart God Core had been born.
Lakan stood transformed.
He had ascended to Rank 150 above—Supreme God-King status. And not just any Supreme God of 5th Dimension, he has even reach the threshold of the 6th Dimensional God Realm.
The Divine Armor: Silakbo ng Langit (Heaven's Surge)
A Sovereign's Weave of flowing white-gold silk and elegant crystalline plate now draped his body. The armor was form-fitting, alive, shifting and rippling like a living sunset with every breath he took. At the center of his chest, behind a diamond-shaped pane of flawless crystal, the newly forged Phoenix Heart God Core pulsed with a deep violet-gold radiance—the unmistakable mark of a being who had conquered and mastered Chaos itself.
The Halo: Ang Pintig ng Daigdig (The World's Pulse)
Seven shimmering shards of light—the Seven Hues—orbiting slowly behind his back in a steady, rhythmic heartbeat. These were no mere decorations. They functioned as Sovereign Funnels, constantly drawing energy from the endless void of space and converting it into pure Immortal Qi. From this moment forward, Lakan no longer needed the world to sustain him. The world would now need him to remain in balance.
The Wings: Pakpak ng Mapagkalinga (Wings of the Provider)
His ten-headed wings had evolved into breathtaking translucent glass, edged with delicate veins of glowing gold leaf. They no longer needed to flap. With a single thought, they warped space itself, granting him Paradox Movement—the ability to exist at his destination before he had even left his original position.
As the first powerful beat of his new Heart God Core thundered through every fiber of his being, Lakan experienced the Seven-Tone Silence.
For one eternal microsecond, the entire Douluo Continent fell deathly quiet. Every bird froze mid-flight. Every wave paused its eternal crash against the shore. Every human heart stopped beating. In that profound, absolute silence, Lakan heard it clearly—the Seventh Tone. The background hum of the multiverse itself.
In that moment, he understood. Every soul on the planet was but a single note in an impossibly vast symphony… and for the first time, he held the conductor's baton.
His 6D Vision—Ang Pagkakalas ng Tadhana (The Unraveling of Fate)—activated.
His Origin God Eyes pierced far beyond three-dimensional reality. He no longer saw flesh and blood. He saw Causal Filaments—glowing threads of destiny weaving through time and space.
He turned his gaze toward Sea God Island. There, Tang San appeared not as a man, but as a thick, intertwined rope of golden-blue and crimson strands, bound tightly to hypocritical deities lurking in the clouds above. Around him flickered a chaotic Probability Cloud—ten thousand possible versions of the next minute, each one fragile and flickering like a candle in the wind.
Then he looked toward Spirit City. Bibi Dong's thread shone with a beautiful, deep obsidian luster, vibrating in perfect mathematical resonance with his own. She was no longer a separate being in his eyes. She had become part of his own destiny. So are the other Queens.
A profound Universal Loneliness settled over Lakan's heart.
It was the heavy, chilling realization of being The Only ONE. In the vast, echoing expanse of the multiverse, the position he had forged was not a seat record or can be recorded in a gallery, but a singular point of origin. Through the thinning veil of reality, Lakan's eyes didn't just see his own world, he saw the thrum of other God-Kings across distant star systems, to his eyes, it doesnt matter where they are from the Past, Present, or the Future. He felt the cold, absolute authority of an Immortal Emperor who had conquered the Netherworld. He saw the tragic, cosmic-scale war between a King of the Underworld and a Goddess of Light—parents locked in a divine struggle—and standing between them was a young man who radiated the terrifying power of Death, yet carried a heart so simple and kind it felt like a Fool to the cynical heavens.
His gaze swept further, catching the brilliance of the God of Light, a leader whose radiance acted as the primary pillar for his own star system. Nearby, he sensed a duo—a Goddess of Kindness and a God of Evil—whose dual authority held the very balance of morality in their hands. He even glimpsed a Star-Pilot who commanded the laws of space and technology, a Mad God whose rage could shatter galaxies, and a Zither Emperor whose music acted as the heartbeat for an entire realm.
Further in the future's mist, he saw a Chef of the Gods wielding seven divine blades and a Young Scholar destined to inherit the eyes that see all of eternity and weilding the power of Emotions. These were the true heavyweights of the multiverse—beings who would eventually stand as the ultimate defenders of existence.
But even these legends, powerful as they were, felt like flickering candles compared to the sun now burning in Lakan's chest. While they were the ultimate protectors of the Order, Lakan had become something else entirely. He was a Law unto himself.
To be the Only Phoenix God meant that the concept of species had ended with him. He was no longer a member of a race, he was the Law of the Race itself. He felt a strange, metaphysical tether to every flame in the universe, every bird that took flight, and every soul seeking rebirth. He wasn't just a ruler of these things, he was the source code from which they were written.
This singularity brought a terrifying clarity: if he were to fall, the very concept of Phoenix would vanish from the blueprint of existence. He was a pillar holding up a section of reality that had never existed before. He was the apex, the first and last of his kind, a solitary peak rising so high that the clouds of the God Realm were now just mist swirling around his ankles.
He realized the truth of his new existence. As the Origin, he was the only one who was truly free. Every other god—even the mighty God-Kings of the Divine Realm—remained, in some way, a slave to the Laws they embodied. They were Reactions. Lakan… was the Action itself.
He could feel the Douluo Planet like a small, warm marble resting gently in the palm of his hand. He sensed the temperature of every leaf rustling in the wind, the faint heartbeat of every ant crawling beneath the soil. It was a cold, absolute power—the perspective of a Bathala.
Lakan flexed his fingers, and the air around him purified itself, becoming crisp and sacred.
New Authorities bloomed within his soul:
Genesis Heavenly Flame — He no longer breathed mere fire. He breathed Creation.
• The Glacial Requiem: A white-blue flame that burned not the body, but the very song of existence, allowing him to freeze an enemy's history back to a time before they were ever conceived.
• The Obsidian Dirge: A pitch-black flame that could turn the laws of physics into brittle stone, shattering even gravity itself.
Absolute Manifestation — Using Chaos Qi as raw material, Lakan could now bring anything into existence with a mere thought or hummed melody. He could summon an entire Heavenly Flame Army of miniature phoenixes, each one possessing the strength of a true God.
Phoenix Sovereign's Law: Absolute Simulation (Paggaya sa Lahat) — This was the pinnacle of his power.
Unlike the original Phoenix God, who could only mimic abilities, Lakan's Absolute Simulation allow him to hear the fundamental heartbeat of any Divine Law. If Poseidon dared to wield the Sea God's power, Lakan could instantly simulate the Origin Law of Water—and create a Primary Authority version that was 110% stronger than the original, turning the very ocean against its master. Best of all, it was not temporary. Once he learned a frequency, it was stored forever within his Phoenix Heart God Core. He can store an infinite amount of then inside it.
He could even create entirely new God Positions if he so wished.
"I can delete them," Lakan whispered, his voice carrying the weight of ten kings. "With a single pluck of a causal string, I could make it so Tang San was never born. I could rewrite the fall of the Spirit Hall."
His gaze fell upon his Ultra Divine Kampilans, Araw and Buan. They were no longer mere weapons. They had become sacred quills with which he would write the next era of history.
The Phoenix Valley now felt unbearably small beneath his presence. His divinity had grown so heavy that if he remained on the mortal plane without a proper buffer, the planet's crust would eventually crack and shatter.
"This valley will not be a grave any longer," Lakan declared, his voice resonating with absolute authority.
He raised Araw and Buan, then brought the twin blades crashing together. A colossal shockwave of pure Creation Law rippled outward. Instead of destroying the valley, it folded the space itself, gently lifting the entire Phoenix Valley out of the mortal plane.
He began the sacred process of transforming it into his own Divine Realm—cutting this piece of the Douluo Planet away and stitching it into a higher dimension. A sanctuary where his wives, his allies, and those he wished to protect could live bathed in rich Immortal Qi.
"Renxue is fighting a desperate war," Lakan murmured, his eyes piercing through the dimensional gap toward Sea God Island. "And Tang San still believes he has reached the peak."
A calm, confident smile touched his lips.
"It is time I show them that the peak they are desperately climbing… is nothing more than a pebble beneath my feet."
"But first," he whispered, the Phoenix Heart God Core flaring brilliantly with the promise of a new beginning, "I will create my own God Realm."