The journey through the dimensional void was uneventful. For Elias, it was a period of silent contemplation, his consciousness running a thousand parallel simulations on the potential applications of the rumored power source. For the armada, it was a flawless procession of might. Finally, a new horizon shimmered into existence.

The Techno-Magic Civilization Universe was a sight unlike any Elias had encountered. Its central star was not a fiery ball of gas, but a colossal, glowing nexus of interwoven runic circuits and crystalline energy matrices. The galaxies around it were not nebulas of dust and gas, but shimmering spires of pure light, held in perfect, harmonic orbit by vast, invisible arrays. This was a place where technology was a form of magic, and magic a branch of fundamental science. Everything was a flawless blend of logic and power, a concept that resonated deeply with Elias's own being.

As the Aegis and its attendant fleet transitioned into the universe's local space, they were met not with an ambush, but with a magnificent reception. A fleet of sleek, elegant ships, powered by what seemed to be controlled wormholes, emerged from a dimensional gate. At the head of the fleet was a flagship made of solidified starlight, and on its deck stood the ruling Universal Gods of this universe. They were beings of both immense cultivation and profound technological mastery, their bodies glowing with spiritual energy and their forms subtly interwoven with a network of holographic circuitry.

Their reception was warm, but it was a warmth born of immense, bone-deep respect, edged with a terrifying wariness. Elias Vance's reputation had traveled faster than his armada. The legend of the pill-making magnate who had casually and completely erased a Multiversal Being was the new cosmic ghost story, whispered in every corner of the known realms.

As Elias's clone stood on the bridge of the Aegis, a clear, holographic transmission appeared before him. The face of the Universal God leading the fleet, a being with eyes that glowed like miniature stars, materialized.

"Greetings, honored guest," the God said, his voice a calm, resonant hum. "We are the Conclave of this universe. Your arrival was… noted. We welcome you. Your reputation precedes you."

"Noted," Elias's clone replied, his voice flat and direct. "My business is simple. I have heard of your recent breakthrough in energy creation. I wish to speak with the researcher responsible. I seek not to steal, but to gain advice and inspiration for a problem of my own."

The Conclave members exchanged a glance. The being's directness was jarring, almost insulting in its lack of pleasantries, yet it was also refreshing. The thought of this terrifying being simply seeking "advice" was a strange and unsettling concept.

"Advice?" the God of Stars asked, a flicker of uncertainty in his glowing eyes. "We are a pragmatic people. We do not give away our secrets for nothing."

Elias, never one for protracted negotiations, had already prepared for this. A new holographic window appeared, not with a contract, but with an image. It was a single, glowing pill, different from his usual Condensed Star Pills. It was refined to its absolute peak, a masterpiece of his perfected Laws.

"This," Elias stated, his voice devoid of emotion, "is a perfected pill. It can not only restore a cultivation base but can also push a cultivator's innate talent and comprehension to its absolute peak. It is a single pill, a single serving. It represents the pinnacle of my understanding of the Laws of Cultivation."

The Universal Gods on the other side of the transmission gasped. They were a civilization built on the very principles Elias was discussing. A pill that could truly enhance a being's fundamental talent? It was a legend, a myth.

"I have a proposal," Elias continued, unmoved by their shock. "You grant me an audience with your researcher, allow me to observe their work, and in exchange, I will provide you with a full shipment of these new pills. Enough to not just bolster your military, but to revolutionize the cultivation of your entire civilization."

The God of Stars' gaze flickered with greed. The offer was too good to be true. It was a compensation so vast, so profound, that it would catapult their civilization to a new level of power. But the offer came from a being who could erase them all with a thought. It was too risky not to at least consider a subtle test.

Without a word, a single, almost imperceptible wave of energy, a subtle probe of the Law of Inquiry, rippled from the God of Stars and surged towards Elias's clone. It was a harmless inquiry, a question about his nature, a subtle attempt to gauge the true limits of his power.

The probe hit the clone and simply… vanished. It was not blocked, or deflected. It was unmade. The inquiry never returned to its source. It simply ceased to be. The Universal God of Stars' eyes widened in a mixture of terror and utter disbelief. He had just probed a being who could unmake a Law as casually as a mortal could swat a fly. The message was clear: there were no secrets he could learn from this being. He was an absolute power beyond their comprehension.

The other Universal Gods, sensing their leader's profound, immediate terror, knew what had happened. They needed no more convincing.

"Agreed!" the God of Stars said, his voice now filled with a new, frantic eagerness. "We accept your proposal, Elias Vance! We will grant you a full and open audience with our lead researcher immediately. We will prepare a reception for your fleets at our capital nexus."

The transmission ended, leaving Elias's clone standing in the silence of his bridge. He had just made an offer that no cultivation-focused society could refuse. His reputation, his power, and his unimaginable wealth had made the impossible possible. The stage was set. He had his audience. Now, all that remained was to find the inspiration he so desperately needed.

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