Arad's unruly savior

“In that case, with the protection of the Creator, there is naturally no need to worry.” Nordens, the Lord of the Great Abyss, with gray hair and white beard, wearing a gray robe, and whose true form was similar to that of a human, nodded.

"There's no time to lose. We're already close to a life-bearing planet, so let's each take charge of our respective areas."

A large expanse of grayish-white mist appeared around Nordens, followed by a hazy, vast ocean beneath his feet. Then, the waves surged violently, producing a roaring sound, and from within emerged a chariot made of a giant white seashell, pulled by four enormous dolphins with mysterious patterns on their bodies.

He grasped the reins made of flowing water with both hands, and drove away in a chariot made of seashells and dolphins, leaving a trail of foamy water in the starry sky. Each bubble seemed to contain a dream that lingered for a long time.

The gods of the ancient god faction immediately followed, each displaying their abilities, and disappeared into the borderlands.

Similar to the primordial gods of the original universe, most of the extraterrestrial gods are born gods, awakening to godhood upon reaching the divine realm. They are the power leaked from the Chaos Royal Court, and almost none of them are gods acquired later in life.

They do not need to rely on faith to exist, nor do they need the blessing of faith, but due to some inherent reasons, the dwelling places of the gods tend to be close to habitable planets.

For example, Idhra, also known as the "Dream Witch," has the ability to acquire corresponding talents and forms by devouring life forms. Therefore, naturally, she needs to approach the world of life to find certain life forms that satisfy her.

Abu Gesar, with his seven brass-colored eyes, symbolizes the eye and the process of perceiving the world through sight, an ability that only the living world possesses.

Therefore, on inhabited planets, there are often gods or their followers hiding in the shadows.

Watching the gods depart, Ye Lin said, "I'm going to the Chaos Royal Court."

"Okay, be careful." Naya nodded her little head, understanding him and knowing what he was going to do.

Rather than granting protection to every god, it would be much quicker to set up a sound-blocking barrier near the Chaos Royal Court.

“We’ll take care of those lifeless planets without gods; leave the rest to us.”

Nyarli rolled up her sleeves. This was no small task; she would be busy for a while. After she finished, only Azathoth, who was about to fully awaken, would remain in the outer universe. His awakening would bring endless darkness and terror, and everything would come to an end.

“Bubble, come help me, Shub…” Nyarli stopped and stared at the black goat with a rather unfriendly look. Was this guy in heat?

Shub Nicholas's human posture was alluring and captivating, with a watery, seductive look in her eyes. She took his arm and tucked it into her full, deep cleavage. Then, she deliberately raised her fingers and pulled down her clothes at her chest, revealing a patch of white flesh.

She bit her rosy lips, staring intently at Ye Lin, and said:

"Go to me."

"Get out of here! You have a job now, why are you still acting like a horny person?" Naya Li, slightly annoyed, her forehead flaring with anger, kicked the black goat Shub with a distorting force that could twist everything.

Shub quickly dodged Naya's flying kick, her expression quite unwilling, her eyes hiding a lustful depths, and replied, "You steal the food yourself and then don't let others have it too, what kind of logic is that?"

Suddenly, Shub moved closer to Ye Lin, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him forcefully. After a few seconds, she pulled away, her face full of allure, her hands supporting her breasts, and laughed:
"Before, I coveted your power; now, I truly love you."

.........

In the center of the ultimate void, beyond time, space, and matter, towering mountains are more magnificent than galaxies, and mysterious buildings lie nestled among them, covered with densely packed mysterious symbols. Hidden deep within is a black throne, where shadows sit.

The Chaos Royal Court, which the gods from beyond the realm dared not approach or spy upon, had become a terrifying wasteland. The Law of the Path of Chaos, one of the nine rank laws, spread, polluting and materializing, causing wails, delirium, distortion, madness, and the collapse of all rationality.

Are you alright?

Ye Lin transmitted his consciousness to the Chaos Royal Court, attempting to communicate with Azathoth.

A terrible thing happened: the wisp of consciousness began to rot and die the moment it left the body, collapsing and disintegrating, its power plummeting. Only a very small wisp successfully fell onto the throne in the shadows.

Immediately, a vast, silvery ocean capable of swallowing the sun swept over, and the sound of the crashing waves was not normal, but a sharp wail that pierced the depths of the soul, as if countless people were being tortured at the bottom of the sea.

“A god whose reason has completely collapsed, acting only on instinct.” Ye Lin looked over calmly, his pupils gleaming with a silvery light, searching his mind for a target that matched his characteristics, and finally a name appeared… Yah Kaalh.

In the past, He was an Old One who danced around the Chaos Court. He had no fixed form and changed at will. His most frequently used form was a sea of ​​mercury or a sea of ​​magma. He was rational, ruthless, and indifferent. Once He interfered with reality, He would cause the order of an entire world to be distorted and destroyed.

In the distant past, Yah Kaalh descended upon a world, as if an endless sea of ​​mercury covered the sky. When He departed, in that world with the flame of civilization, all life and matter in reality merged, their bodies becoming incorporating stones, branches, or creations and trash of civilization. Wisdom dissipated, and they all transformed into beasts.

The encroaching Yakh Kaalkh was accompanied by a sea of ​​silvery water, filled with countless eyes, severed limbs, and blood-red crystals.

boom!
Ye Lin glanced over, and the silvery ocean suddenly exploded, turning into a torrential downpour that fell on the black mountains of the Chaos Royal Court. Immediately, every drop of liquid seemed to be alive, slowly writhing, gathering in one place, and emitting a sharp, painful wail.

Having received no response from Azathoth, Ye Lin pondered for a moment, then treading upon the black mountains and bottomless abyss, he ventured into the deepest part of the Chaos Royal Court, cutting through the pervasive darkness, his domain untouched by any pollution.

A spiritual storm arose from the symbols etched on the mountains, taking on a tangible form, indistinct, slender and twisted, like the shadows cast by countless horsehair worms, encroaching upon us.

Ye Lin displayed a portion of the aura of a creator, and those corrupted, living forces quickly retreated and avoided him, becoming fearful and daring not to approach him even a fraction of a second. Wherever his feet landed, the laws of the chaotic path were suppressed and dimmed.

Deep within the Chaos Royal Court, dozens of towering black pillars, seemingly capable of supporting the sky, stand majestically, inscribed with mysterious patterns and runes. A single glance at them evokes a sense of mental torment. At the center of each pillar is enveloped by a large amount of gray-black mist, within which a mysterious throne is vaguely visible, upon which rests an even more indistinct figure, invisible even to Ye Lin.

"Is that Azathoth himself? But what I see may not be the truth."

The closer one gets to the core area, the more terrifying the power of the Path of Chaos becomes. It seems to be chewing everything up from above and below. Ye Lin also felt considerable pressure. If he continued to advance, there would be danger, as he would directly confront Azathoth.

"Are you alright?" Ye Lin asked, his voice instantly transforming into tangible ripples before collapsing and disintegrating within the gray-black mist, unable to travel through.

Ye Lin frowned, pondered for a moment, and manifested the laws of chaos. He slashed his sword towards the core area, and the sword light, like a galaxy falling, cut into the mist, splitting open a rare moment of clarity.

"Snap, snap..."

From deep within, a mysterious, chilling chewing sound suddenly rang out, as if an invisible maw was easily crushing bones and turning them into powder in the mouth.

"What are you eating?!" Ye Lin's eyes narrowed. He saw a dim, lifeless divine chain composed of numerous rule symbols deep within the gray-black mist, where the sword light had cleaved it open, bearing many irregular bite marks. "Hiss, no wonder I didn't see the Path of Rules in the Chaos Royal Court. You're forcefully devouring the Order Divine Chain, consuming the Path of Rules?"

Ye Lin frowned, feeling a chill run down his spine. Azathoth was forcefully swallowing the second path.

The path of rules and the path of disorder are opposites, and in theory, a state of equilibrium and coordination can be achieved, suppressing the blindness of disorder and preventing the abuse of rules, thus creating a continuous and eternal cycle.

The problem is that there is no suitable method. The consequences of forcibly swallowing the second path are unpredictable. It may cause His own state to collapse again. Water and fire are incompatible. After the two paths of personality are suppressed to the extreme, they will surely release an incomparably terrifying power.

He once used the laws of chaos to help Azathoth merge, but failed. Is He now impatient?

Ye Lin immediately unleashed his full power, suppressing the gray-black mist throne with the laws of chaos. The towering pillars around it were covered with black runes that flowed down, turning into liquid and spreading in his direction.

"Creation!"

He raised his hand and pointed to the core. The laws of chaos changed, the world became hazy, covered by chaos, and then suddenly a dazzling light shone.

boom!
Simulated by the laws of chaos, the moment of creation was illuminated by billions of beams of light. The terrifying power shattered the nearby black pillars and soared into the sky, tearing apart the power surrounding the Chaos Royal Court.

The gods saw a dazzling beam of light erupt from the Chaos Royal Court.

At the same time, Ye Lin used the laws of chaos to simulate the power of the path of rules. Large swathes of divine chains intertwined and transformed into a sea, and supreme power was thrust into the depths of the gray-black mist, thus temporarily suppressing the spread of disorder and awakening a part of Azathoth's rationality.

"Pfft~"

An ancient book, almost devoid of its luster, was expelled by a gray-black mist. It was the Book of Order, manifested from the Path of Rules. Corrosive liquid clung to it, causing immense damage to the artifact of creation. About two-thirds of the book remained, and many symbols and characters had been obliterated.

Fortunately, the core of the Path of Rules lies in the mysterious space of the Book of Order; what is damaged now is only the creation artifact corresponding to the Path of Rules.

Ye Lin picked up the half-damaged artifact of creation, shook it to clean off the contamination, and said:
"Before the War of Ranks began, I talked with the Lord of the End and the Great Will. They each had a method to merge the second path, but none of them had succeeded so far. The Great Will's method was close to success, but I ruined it. His state is very strange. I suspect that an ancient will is awakening."

From the depths of the gray-black mist, from the hazy throne, drifted ancient text, which coalesced into a sentence:

"My awakening is inevitable. The path of forcefully devouring the rules is my instinct. The path of disorder can destroy the power of other entities."

Ye Lin was somewhat surprised after reading it. Was it a judgment made after forcibly swallowing the path of rules?

Doesn't that mean that if he hadn't descended upon the Chaos Court, the Path of Rules would have been swallowed and distorted by Azathoth, losing the effect of advancing to the rank of Creator?

“The path of rank is immortal; temporary changes will reappear in the future.” Ye Lin quickly deduced the truth: Azathoth’s destruction was not eternal, but a temporary one.

"Find a way to put me into a deep sleep, provided you can survive my future awakening."

After that, no more sounds or words came from the depths of the gray-black mist. Ye Lin held the half-damaged Book of Order and waited in the same spot for a while before turning around and leaving the Chaos Royal Court.

"The Path of Rules, is it no longer needed?" Ye Lin looked at the Creation Artifact in his hand, his expression somewhat strange.

Azathoth seems to have given up on the idea of ​​merging the second path, allowing him to leave the royal court with a path of status.

"The boss is so generous, just casually leaving a road open. Who can compare to you?"

"But the inability to integrate is still a problem." Ye Lin sighed, glanced behind him, and after confirming that there was no movement, left completely.

He had a strong premonition that the path of rules was not given to him for free. There is no such thing as a free lunch. The current advantages and gifts would surely come at a price he would have to pay in the future.

However you look at it, there's no reason to leave a path to rank in the Chaos Royal Court.

"If we can find a method that suits me, there is still a chance."

After returning to the edge of the universe, Ye Lin pondered for a moment, flipping through the Book of Order, which still had two-thirds left. The other third had been swallowed by Azathoth and was probably difficult to recover.

The moment Ye Lin turned to the first page, he sensed something and tried to pass over a wisp of primordial chaos. The pure energy smoothly merged into the incomplete artifact, and the originally dim pages gained a strange luster, with the faint light of divine chains bursting forth.

"With the effect of the Chaos Law, I should be able to repair this book." After confirming the effect, Ye Lin focused on repairing the Creation Artifact.

As for the hidden essence of the rules in the book, Ye Lin didn't touch it for the time being. Since he couldn't integrate it anyway, he might as well steadily increase his combat power.

.........

“Darling, I’m back…”

Naya stopped mid-sentence, then stared intently at the glowing ancient book in Ye Lin's hand, her eyes gleaming, before moving closer with the speed of a blur.

"Darling, you actually stole the Path of Rules?"

This thing is in the Chaos Royal Court, guarded very closely by Azathoth, and even his children cannot touch it at will.

"No, He spat it out himself. He lost his mind and tried to swallow it whole, so I took it with me." Ye Lin continued to repair the Book of Order, which was currently about one-fifth complete.

"Hiss, the path of rules!"

Shub Nicholas's voice was filled with excited panting, her eyes glowed red, her whole body trembled, and she swayed her breasts and hips as she rammed into people, hugging Ye Lin's head tightly.

"Darling, I want this." Shub didn't even bother pretending anymore. (End of Chapter)