Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Mayhem at Immortal Realm

Following the blood mist, Aiden had traveled across hundreds of worlds, leaving destruction in his wake. Each world he passed through bore the scars of his wrath as he systematically dismantled every slave trading operation he encountered. He informed the authorities about the corruption he exposed, but many were reluctant to take action, either dismissing him as a madman or refusing to confront the powerful forces profiting from the trade.

Word of Aiden’s rampage spread throughout the Immortal Realm. Some mocked him, calling his mission a fool’s errand, a pipe dream that could never succeed. Others, particularly those who secretly benefited from the slave trade, frowned upon his actions but kept their displeasure hidden.

In response, these powerful figures sent their best men to hunt Aiden down and kill him, hoping to stop the chaos he was causing. The result, however, was far from what they expected. Aiden wiped out their entire families in retaliation, sparking a domino effect of fear and devastation. Now, the entire realm feared him, calling him a mad dog—a relentless hound that, if he even sniffed the slightest trace of slavery, would utterly destroy the family, sect, or clan behind it.

Aiden had become the nightmare of the Immortal Realm, his name now synonymous with terror for anyone involved in the slave trade.

Many across the Immortal Realm celebrated Aiden’s actions, especially those who had lost loved ones to the brutal slave trade. But for every person rejoicing, there were just as many who were furious. Slave trading was an almost guaranteed source of wealth, and no one wanted to lose their piece of the pie. As Aiden’s campaign against this dark business raged on, the entire Immortal Realm found itself plunged into an era that would be remembered in the annals of history—an era where one man stood alone against the entrenched systems of the realm.

Despite the chaos he caused, Aiden was far from finished. His relentless assault on the slave trade had become unstoppable, with no one able to oppose him except the few powerful Champion Spirit wielders, cultivators of immense strength. Yet, none of them moved to intervene. They knew the slave trade was a cancerous blight upon the realm, and many felt that Aiden’s actions, while extreme, would ultimately suppress the traders for a few hundred years at least.

But deep down, they also understood that even with Aiden’s success, the system would regrow, thriving once again in the shadows. For now, though, Aiden’s fury and determination had forced the entire Immortal Realm to rethink the cost of their silence.

As Aiden’s reputation spread like wildfire, the Immortal Realm was in an uproar. From the grand sects nestled in heavenly mountains to the hidden kingdoms ruling from the shadows, everyone had heard of the “Mad Dog.” Aiden’s actions weren’t just stirring trouble; they were fundamentally shaking the foundations of the realm. The idea that one man—one cultivator—could threaten the entire structure of the Immortal Realm’s most profitable, secretive, and morally bankrupt industry was almost laughable at first. But now, no one was laughing.

Aiden had visited over a hundred worlds, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. He dismantled entire slave networks, freeing thousands and reducing powerful factions to ash. With every passing day, more slaves were freed, but just as many powerful forces found themselves on edge. Their empires, which had flourished from the misery of others, were crumbling. Families once considered untouchable now found themselves at the mercy of Aiden’s rampage.

In many of the worlds Aiden had torn through, the slave traders had lived like kings. Entire cities were built on the backs of the enslaved, with ornate palaces standing atop hills of misery. But Aiden moved through these places like a storm. He struck with swift and devastating precision—never once showing mercy. He didn’t stop at just the slave traders either. Anyone associated with them, whether it was the corrupt lords who offered protection or the officials who turned a blind eye, found themselves and their families wiped out in his fury.

Rumors spread that Aiden’s powers were beyond mortal comprehension, that he wielded multiple Laws, something unheard of for most saints. These whispers caused fear to ripple through the elites. Aiden’s mastery of space, time, and poison only fueled the wild tales of his invincibility. Many believed he had access to secret realms, where he could absorb knowledge and power in ways no one else could. Others speculated that he had made deals with ancient forces, perhaps even the Chaos themselves.

Still, no one knew the true extent of Aiden’s strength. After crushing the soul of the Saint King Berlin and extracting his Law of Poison, Aiden had gained a frightening new level of control over the elements of destruction. He was no longer just a force of nature—he was an unstoppable catastrophe, a one-man army moving from world to world, erasing the old order with ease.

Despite the growing list of powerful enemies, Aiden seemed unconcerned. He had only one goal in mind—complete and total eradication of the slave trade. He had no interest in ruling or in gathering wealth. To him, these were trivial distractions. He hunted down slavers with a cold precision, and whenever they sent assassins after him, he slaughtered them with such ruthless efficiency that even seasoned warriors would tremble at his name.

As Aiden continued his bloody campaign, whispers began to spread across the Immortal Realm. Some spoke of him as a hero—a savior to those who had been forgotten by the powerful. Others painted him as a demon, a merciless killer who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Still, the truth remained that Aiden was dismantling a system that had persisted for millennia, and his actions were creating ripple effects that no one could ignore.

The slave traders and their allies began to retaliate in larger numbers. Coalitions of families and sects banded together, sending armies after Aiden. But their efforts were futile. Aiden was always one step ahead. His mastery over the Law of Space allowed him to manipulate entire battlefields, trapping his enemies in pockets of frozen reality or simply warping away from danger. The few who did manage to corner him found themselves facing an overwhelming barrage of light, poison, and space-altering techniques that left them decimated.

In the wake of his victories, the slave trade in many worlds began to collapse. Without their powerful backers, the traders were reduced to nothing. Their fortunes were seized, their operations destroyed. Word spread to the common folk—Aiden had become a symbol of rebellion, a force of hope for those who had been enslaved or oppressed. Stories of his victories began to inspire uprisings in places he hadn’t even visited, as those who had suffered for generations found their voices.

But for every world he freed, the enemies he made grew more dangerous. Deep in the Immortal Realm, in the darkest corners where the most ancient and secretive organizations thrived, the true powers behind the slave trade began to stir. These were not ordinary cultivators—they were beings who had mastered the darkest arts of soul control, bloodline suppression, and forbidden rituals. They were creatures that had lived for thousands of years, hiding in the shadows, pulling the strings of empires without ever showing their faces.

The Council of Black Chains, an ancient collective that had controlled the slave markets since the beginning of time, had taken notice of Aiden. Unlike the lesser factions, they were not afraid. For millennia, they had survived rebellions, invasions, and purges. Their knowledge was as old as the universe itself, and their methods were cruel and absolute. They knew Aiden’s true threat wasn’t just his power—it was his ability to inspire others. For every slave he freed, another dozen would rise up, and the very foundation of the Immortal Realm’s economy would be at risk.

The Council met in secret, convening in a hidden realm where the laws of the universe could be bent and reshaped. Each member was an immortal of terrifying strength, a being who had lived through countless eras and wielded ancient powers long forgotten by the rest of the world. They had no intention of letting Aiden continue his campaign.

“We must erase him from existence,” one of the council members hissed, his voice dripping with malice. “He’s a threat to the order we’ve maintained for eons.”

“He’s powerful, but he’s not invincible,” another added. “We have methods—methods even he cannot escape.”

And so, the council devised a plan, a strategy that would bring Aiden’s journey to an end. They would lure him into a trap—a false world, created by manipulating the very fabric of space and time, where Aiden’s powers would be nullified. In this artificial realm, he would be vulnerable, and they would strike him down once and for all.

But as they plotted and schemed, Aiden was already on the move, his senses sharp, his instincts keener than ever. His path of destruction was far from over, and he had no intention of stopping. The Council of Black Chains would soon learn that even their most devious tricks would be no match for Aiden’s unyielding resolve.

The era of the Mad Dog was only just beginning.