The Omnipotent System

"Infinite Dragon Fist."

A colossal dragon of golden energy formed behind him, its scales shimmering as it mirrored his movements. His fist collided with the Ashura General's chest, the impact sending a shockwave that split the earth for miles. The air screamed under the force, and distant mountains crumbled as the energy dragon tore through the landscape.

But the Ashura General stood firm, his four arms crossed in defense, the Void Emperor's Aegis glowing as it absorbed the blow.

With a low, guttural growl, the Ashura retaliated, his four fists glowing with a terrifying darkness. "Hellfire Tsunami." A wave of molten, black fire surged from his fists, swallowing the battlefield in an ocean of destructive energy. Adams met the onslaught head-on, his golden aura flaring as he tried to hold back the tide of hellfire.

But the sheer force behind the technique pushed him back, the ground cracking beneath his feet as he dug in.

Adams grimaced, feeling the heat scorch his skin despite his divine protection. The Ashura General laughed, his voice a deep rumble. "You cannot outlast me, boy. I have slaughtered gods for less."

Adams' eyes narrowed. He wasn't done yet.

"Celestial Palm of Creation."

He raised his hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the heavens themselves responded. A massive, glowing hand descended from the sky, larger than mountains, its divine energy rippling with the power to reshape worlds. The Ashura General's eyes widened in shock, but his lips twisted into a dark grin. He raised all four arms, a sphere of impenetrable darkness forming around him.

"Void Shield of the Abyss."

The enormous celestial hand crashed down on the Ashura, but the dark sphere held firm, the collision of divine and void energy sending shockwaves that blasted across the battlefield, annihilating everything in their path. Even miles away, mountains were flattened, and forests were reduced to ash. The weaker cultivators watching from afar were sent flying, their bodies shattered by the force.

Some, too close to the battlefield, collapsed and died, unable to withstand the sheer pressure of the ongoing fight.

The fight raged on for days, neither side willing to yield. Adams' eyes remained locked on his opponent, his face betraying no sign of weariness. But deep within, he could feel the strain. The Ashura General, with his four monstrous arms, struck again and again, each blow sending out ripples of destruction that altered the very geography of the plane.

Finally, with a vicious roar, the Ashura unleashed another technique:

"Cursed Blades of Armageddon."

From each of his four hands, black swords of cursed energy formed, their edges crackling with a deadly power. He swung them in unison, each strike tearing the fabric of reality, sending waves of chaotic energy spiraling toward Adams. Adams dodged and weaved through the attacks, but even he couldn't avoid them all.

One blade grazed his arm, leaving a jagged, smoking wound that sizzled with dark energy.

For the first time, Adams felt the sting of true pain. He clenched his teeth, his golden aura flaring wildly in response. He raised his hand and called upon one of his most devastating techniques:

"Heaven's Judgment Ray."

A pillar of pure golden light erupted from his hand, a beam so concentrated it could pierce the heavens themselves. It shot toward the Ashura General, cutting through the battlefield like a sword of divine retribution. The Ashura crossed his arms to block it, the Void Emperor's Aegis glowing fiercely as it strained under the power of the attack.

For days, then weeks, then months, their battle continued. The heavens themselves bore witness, and the God Ascension Plane became an arena of unceasing devastation. The once majestic peaks were now dust, the rivers dried, the land scarred beyond recognition. Those who watched from afar were left speechless, their hearts pounding in awe and terror.

Some whispered, some fell to their knees, overwhelmed by the divine power they could scarcely comprehend.

And then, after years of fighting, it happened.

The Ashura General, with a final, monstrous blow, sent Adams flying through the air. His body crashed into the ruined earth, a crater forming where he landed. He didn't rise immediately, his chest heaving as golden blood dripped from his lips.

The battlefield was silent. The onlookers gasped, their breaths caught in their throats. Was it… over?

Adams, the one above all, had fallen.

From a distance, Lovigary, Arianna, and Lokk, Adams' children, rushed toward their father. Their faces were tight with concern, their movements swift as they reached him. Lovigary knelt beside his father, his voice trembling. "Father… you must rise. Brother needs you."

But Adams did not move. His once-golden eyes were now distant, clouded with grief. His lips murmured softly, "I… I will save her… I will bring her back…"

Lovigary's heart ached as he realized the depth of his father's pain. Even now, after all these years, Adams could not let go of his beloved, still haunted by her death. Tears welled in Arianna's eyes as she gently touched her father's hand, trying to reach him. "Father, please… don't leave us…"

Meanwhile, Adams lay broken, yet his spirit stirred. Slowly, he raised his trembling hands and began weaving hand signs. The Ashura General, standing victorious, felt a chill run down his spine. His eyes widened in panic as he realized what Adams was doing.

"If you finish that…" the Ashura General's voice faltered, his confidence shattered. "I will not survive."

With a snarl of desperation, he hurled a black sword at Adams, the blade piercing his side. Adams grunted, blood pouring from the wound. But he only smirked, his golden eyes locking onto the Ashura.

The Ashura's heart pounded in his chest. "I won't let you finish!" he roared, but there was fear in his voice. He turned, preparing to flee.

But as he tried to escape, Lovigary and Lokk, along with the orphans, stood in his way. Their faces were resolute, their auras blazing as they refused to back down.

The Ashura's dark aura surged, crushing them under its immense weight. They fell to their knees, barely able to breathe as the oppressive energy washed over them. But despite the pain, they stood their ground.

With lightening speed, the Ashura General reached for Arianna, his hand wrapping around her as he sneered at Laden, who still clutched to the lifeless body of his wife. Laden's hollow eyes barely flickered at the scene, but the Ashura General's voice cut through the haze.

"If you can appease the god of the underworld," the Ashura whispered darkly, "I'm sure he would return your wife's soul. But you'd have to sacrifice something, do things you would regret something like sacrificing a plane or two, maybe more. Think about it." His words dripped with sinister glee.

And then, in a blink, he vanished, leaving nothing but dust in his wake.