The Xylos Omniverse shuddered. Not with the gentle tremor of a tectonic shift, but with a convulsive spasm that warped spacetime itself. The arrival of the Beast God, a being whose very essence defied categorization, resonated across countless dimensions. He'd come seeking the Dragon God, a legendary adversary from his own fractured reality, but fate, or perhaps a mischievous cosmic hand, had led him to Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, who now resided in a state of serene Nirvana, a being who held the universe in his quiet contemplation.
The Beast God, a colossal figure shrouded in nebulae-like fur, pulsed with a raw power that eclipsed even the brightest quasars. His eyes, twin galaxies swirling with chaotic energy, fixated on Sun Wukong, perched serenely on a cloud sculpted from pure starlight. The Monkey King's usual mischievous glint was replaced with a calm, knowing smile. His instincts, honed over eons of battles and spiritual ascension, told him that this was an opponent worthy of his attention, even in his post-Nirvana state.
The Beast God's first act was a testament to his power. He plucked a star-sized boulder from the void, a celestial body that would crush planets like pebbles. It was a feat of Transcendental Strength, effortless and casual. With a contemptuous snort, he shattered the boulder with a single, casual punch. The shockwave, a ripple of raw creation and destruction, tore through the fabric of reality, leaving behind a gaping wound that quickly healed itself. This was a declaration of war, a display of power designed to intimidate, but Sun Wukong remained unmoved.
The fight began not with a furious onslaught, but with a dance. A dance of impossibilities. The Beast God's Omniversal Speed allowed him to traverse unimaginable distances in the blink of an eye, leaving trails of temporal distortions in his wake – fractured timelines bleeding into one another. Sun Wukong responded with an agility that defied his seemingly tranquil demeanor. Each of his movements was a blur, a perfectly executed calligraphy of combat, his staff a shimmering extension of his will.
The Beast God unleashed a terrifying display of Reality Manipulation. In his massive palms, he conjured miniature universes, each a self-contained cosmos governed by its own peculiar laws of physics. Some were miniature hellscapes of fire and brimstone, others serene gardens of eternal twilight, and still others bizarre landscapes where the laws of causality were inverted. Each miniature universe was a weapon, a testament to his creative destruction. Sun Wukong, however, seemed to anticipate each creation, deftly deflecting or absorbing the miniature realities with a casual flick of his wrist.
The energy exchanges were apocalyptic. Beams of pure, unadulterated power – the Energy Projection of the Beast God – tore through the multiverse, obliterating galaxies and leaving behind gaping voids. Sun Wukong countered with golden staff strikes imbued with the essence of Nirvana, each blow a wave of serene power that met the Beast God's destructive force with an equally powerful, yet utterly peaceful counter. The very fabric of existence shivered with each collision, the space-time continuum rippling like disturbed water.
The Beast God, never one for prolonged exchanges, tried to manipulate time itself. Employing his Temporal Transcendence, he attempted to relive past moments of the fight, to gain an edge, to foresee Sun Wukong's countermeasures. However, Sun Wukong, who had transcended time itself through Nirvana, was unaffected. He existed outside the Beast God's temporal manipulation, moving with a timeless grace that rendered the Beast God's attempts futile.
The climax of their conflict was a breathtaking exchange of blows that transcended comprehension. It was a clash of titans, a meeting of two True Boundless tier beings. Their speed was impossible to track, their power beyond human understanding. The universe itself held its breath, fearing the potential annihilation that their fight could unleash.
Finally, after an eon compressed into a single moment, the spar ended not with a victor, but with a mutual respect. Both beings had pushed each other to their limits, their strengths and weaknesses mirrored in an impossible dance of cosmic proportions. The Beast God, for the first time since his arrival, felt a sense of awe. He had found a worthy opponent, one who did not succumb to fear or intimidation. Sun Wukong, still serene, acknowledged the Beast God's power with a nod, his eyes twinkling with newfound respect. The universe, battered but not broken, sighed in relief, the ripples in spacetime slowly smoothing out, leaving behind the faint echo of a battle fought and a respect earned across the boundless expanse of the multiverse. The Dragon God, wherever he was, had found a formidable rival in Sun Wukong, and the Beast God, a worthy adversary.