Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

Upon hearing this question, Nicarros immediately scoffed disdainfully:
“My two elder brothers are too arrogant and conceited, thinking that their strength far surpasses mine. But they don’t know that I am the strongest one, and have even touched that boundary.”

"Unfortunately, fate has bound me. In order to break through the restrictions set by the Father God, I used the hands of my two foolish brothers to fall into a state of deathly silence, thereby escaping the control of the Father God."

"After a long and arduous journey, I have only just managed to break free from the shackles of fate. And you, by taking over the divine office of fate, have done me a great favor!"

So that's how it is. No wonder this being was hailed in ancient times as someone capable of weaving the destinies of the gods...

Perhaps she deliberately spread this news, which aroused fear among the people and ultimately led to the outbreak of that divine war.

However, Nicarlos's ability to reach that level demonstrates his truly monstrous talent.

Such a being, if not for being harvested by its father god, the creator god Taino, might have truly been able to glimpse the realm of the Great Luo.

Now, with the arrival of Ying Zheng, the trajectory of fate will change.

Moreover, even if they are no match for the main god, it is not impossible to retreat with the help of the main god.

But that would be a shame for the goddess Nicarlos.

Perhaps we could give her an invitation from the Supreme God, but unfortunately each reincarnator can only invite one person.

But that's all for later. Right now, we need to consider how to profit from this end of the era.

After all, Ying Zheng had not forgotten his original intention in infiltrating the God Realm.

This is a world on which the creator god places high hopes, capable of bearing brilliant fruits to compensate for the lack of Dao fruits.
Its inherent resources must be incredibly abundant, and Ying Zheng would never miss this golden opportunity to plunder it on a large scale.

Thinking of the tens of thousands of gods, and the order and chaos woven from countless deities,

The fall and birth of numerous gods drive the evolution of the rules.

For Ying Zheng, this was the best resource. But acquiring it would be no easy task.

Simply trying to figure out the rules of the world is the most inefficient method. Perhaps we should really consider guiding the world into Ragnarok, as mentioned in Mission Two.

But will doing so cause the will of the creator god Taino to awaken?

When faced with this being who is at least at the pseudo-Da Luo level, Ying Zheng has no confidence that he can withstand him.

After all, even a pseudo-Great Luo possesses some of the Great Luo's power, which is far beyond what a life form assimilated by a mere trace of strange power can contend with.

Therefore, for the sake of future convenience, it is necessary to test the bottom line of this Taino creator god.

With this in mind, Ying Zheng turned his attention to Nicarlos: "Then do you know where his bottom line is? If that creator god suddenly awakens, our game will be completely overturned!"

Upon hearing this, Nicarlos also fell into deep thought. Recalling fragments of the beginning of creation, she tentatively asked:
"His current condition is probably extremely bad. Otherwise, he should have stopped me when I fell and tried to escape control, after all, my position is crucial!"

Ying Zheng, however, said thoughtfully, "What if he intends to indulge you? After all, you are still within this world, and you can't escape this cage in the end. No matter how high you grow, in his eyes it's just that the fruit you bear is sweeter!"

Upon realizing this, Nicarlos's expression changed slightly, his pupils contracted, and a storm raged within him. This possibility did indeed exist.

For countless years, she had subconsciously ignored this fact, perhaps out of fear, or perhaps influenced by some force. But she had no other choice but to fight with all her might.

Success means transcending the world, where one can roam freely in the vast universe; failure is nothing more than returning to the world and reintegrating into the body of that so-called Father God.

After all, she originated from that being, but she gained independent consciousness, experienced the beauty of the world, and became a god by wielding brilliant rules. How could she be willing to merge with it again and become a part of the creator god?

Despite the countless thoughts swirling in Nicarlos's mind, her composure allowed her to instantly regain her composure.

But none of this escaped Ying Zheng's notice. However, he did not pursue the matter further, but kept it to himself and roughly guessed what Nicarlos was thinking.

Just as the two fell silent, a faint aura of the dead began to permeate the land.

The core of this undead power eruption is located in the neighboring Kingdom of Glass. This kingdom covers an area of ​​millions of square kilometers and is home to billions of people.

But now, with the sweeping power of the undead and the skeletons and bone dragons rising from the ground, a vast ocean of white bones has been formed!
The terrifying undead scourge was unleashed, annihilating the entire kingdom in just a few days and causing billions of lives to perish on the earth.

The mountain of resentment and unwillingness, combined with the power of death, converged on the magnificent altar underground.

A skeletal figure stood on the altar, clad in a black robe and holding a scepter, the soul fire burning in its soul box radiating a faint divine power.

Now, this undead lich has ignited the divine fire. He only needs to condense his divine authority to be officially deified, shedding his ant-like status as a pawn and ascending to become a god who wields the chess pieces.

However, ascending to godhood is by no means easy. At this moment, dozens of peak ninth-tier transcendent beings are gathered outside the necromantic barrier.

The reason why this lich was able to destroy the kingdom so easily was also due to the indulgence and even the secret encouragement of various forces!

Everyone was speaking cautiously: "How many years has he been preparing for such a massive undead calamity!"

"Using the resentment and lives of hundreds of billions of beings as sacrifices, how cruel is this ascension ritual! This lich is doomed, and among him are even followers of my Lord!" a pope dressed in magnificent robes, his body radiating an aura of light, roared.

"Hmph, why does Your Holiness speak so grandly? Isn't it just that you want to seize the Creation and take your place? Why hide it? Isn't that what everyone here is planning?" an assassin with shadowy power surging around him sneered.

“Exactly! They talk a good game of justice, but their methods are all the same!” A warrior holding a shield retorted sarcastically.

As the necromantic barrier continues to expand, it has already affected the territory where Ying Zheng is located.

The disturbances caused by this ascension ceremony interrupted Ying Zheng's conversation with Nicarlos.

Then, the two turned their gaze to the distant death barrier, within which endless death power flowed.

Nicarlos gazed calmly at the undead lich on the magic circle and said, "He's a clever fellow. Unfortunately, his ideal choice—the divine office of the undead and death—is already taken."

“Both the dead and death are the foundation for powerful divine power. The combination of the two can even help it ascend to great divine power. So how could it have survived until now? Perhaps there was a slight possibility in ancient times.”

"What, Your Majesty Nicarlos admires him?" Ying Zheng asked with a half-smile.

"It's just that all the gods under my command have fallen, so this little guy is barely usable!" Nicarlos replied indifferently.

Ying Zheng had a similar thought: "What a coincidence, I've also taken a liking to him. After all, I've just arrived here and have no one to rely on, so it's perfect to have him do some miscellaneous tasks for me!"

"Then let this little guy make his own decision!" Nicarlos glanced at Ying Zheng, his tone tinged with displeasure. At this moment, the undead lich lurking in the underground space was feeling its divine fire nourished by boundless resentment and unwillingness.

A subtle power of law gathers within it, the culmination of Hansenlton's millennia-long understanding of the rules.

This was precisely the foundation upon which he achieved godhood. At this moment, a look of regret appeared in Hansenlton's eyes:
"Unfortunately, the most suitable divine roles such as death, undead, lich, and magic, as well as many derivative divine roles, have already been occupied."

"Moreover, I am unwilling to condense a weak divine office, as that would mean losing room for growth and having to depend on those gods and demons or deities, becoming their lackeys—this is absolutely not what I want."

"I, Hansenlton, was born free, and no one is worthy to be above me, not even the gods!"

Upon hearing this self-talk, Ying Zheng's face revealed an extremely subtle expression: "These words sound like those of a time traveler!"

If it weren't for the fact that the other party's soul fluctuations and true spirit imprint were highly compatible with this world in his perception, he would almost have concluded that this was a transmigrator or a reincarnator: "This little guy has quite a temper, just what I want!"

Nicarlos said indifferently, "Without the strength to contend with the heavens and earth, such a temperament will only bring disaster and will eventually be crushed by the laws of the world!"

"There's no need to be too demanding. He's just a newly ascended god who has just transcended the mortal realm. For him, achieving godhood is probably the pinnacle. Besides, this is the prime plane!" Ying Zheng said dismissively.

"Show yourself, my Bone Priest!" came Hansenlton's roar.

Endless ripples of rules began to gather. Within his divine fire, which had been tempered by holiness, the power of law was repeatedly forged by the divine fire. After being infused with Hansenlton's will, it gradually condensed into a dazzling divine light.

This symbolizes a crucial stage in creating something from nothing, the most difficult start. At this moment, even Hansenlton's aura weakened slightly, showing that condensing the Bone Divine Authority had come at a considerable cost for him.

At the same time, dozens of figures gathered around the outer edge of the necromantic barrier were all powerful figures who stood at the pinnacle of the mortal realm.

They knew perfectly well that they could not ignite the divine fire and condense the divine authority on their own, so they intended to seize the divine authority that Hansenlton, who was about to be deified, had refined.

Pope Browning spoke in a hoarse voice:
"The fluctuations in the rules have appeared. This is the second step of the ascension ceremony. The rudiments of divine office are already formed. Aren't you all going to take action?"

"His divine authority has been initially formed. Next, it needs to be nurtured to perfection. When the divine authority is fused with the divine fire to transform into a divine essence, that will be the end!"

The assassin lurking in the shadows whispered in agreement:

"Once he condenses his divine spark and becomes a true god, we will have no chance. This is his weakest stage. Although his divine office is not yet complete, we are strong enough to seize it!"

"Exactly! Break through this tortoise shell now and drag him down the steps to godhood. We are still struggling in the mortal realm, how can we allow this old friend to transcend!" roared the berserker wielding the jeweled greatsword.

"I will make the first move, extraordinary divine art: Purgatory!" the old mage in his robes chanted.

The amethyst gems inlaid in his legendary staff burst forth with dazzling light, whispers echoed in the void, and the omnipresent magic network of heaven and earth was activated, releasing the extraordinary divine spell, Purgatory.

"Boom!"

In an instant, countless purple lightning bolts danced wildly, transforming into a world of thunder that bombarded the undead barrier.

Holy Light and lightning spells are effective against undead barriers.

Wherever the lightning passed, the energy of the undead was scorched and annihilated.

"boom!"

As the barrier shattered with a deafening roar, the berserker's greatsword swept across the sky: "Transcendent Divine Art, Blood Qi Rage!"

In an instant, his fighting spirit surged within him, and every move he made seemed to possess the power to split mountains and shatter the earth.

With a swift stride, he shot towards the core area he sensed.

"Don't even think about it!" Pope Browning's body condensed holy light into feathers: "Wings of Holy Light!"

"Shadow Follows!" The assassin simultaneously activated a secret technique, flashing and dashing forward in the shadows.

"..."

Seeing everyone taking action one after another, Ying Zheng nodded and said:
"No wonder they dared to covet the undead lich who were about to be deified; it turns out they all possessed extraordinary divine arts. It's a pity they lacked comprehension; without divine guidance, they would never be able to glimpse the gate to the divine realm in their lifetime."

"The world is never short of such ants. Even if they barely master a divine technique beyond their level, so what? Without comprehending the rules, they are still just mortals. After a thousand years, such beings will nothing more than turn into bubbles and vanish with the wind."

Nicarlos spoke with a sense of vicissitude, as if recalling the past.

Although Ying Zheng did not press the matter, he sensed from the words that this deity might be hiding some stories.

Meanwhile, deep underground, Hansenlton, nurturing his divine power and intending to strengthen it enough to fuse with divine fire and condense his divine essence, saw his divine fire gradually intensify, and his mocking voice echoed through the space:
"A bunch of fools, completely ignorant of the power of a demigod. Very well, my ascension ceremony requires the sacrifice of your so-called pinnacle of humanity to be considered complete!"

For the necromancer Hansenlton, the real threat was never these transcendent ninth-tier beings.

Although they are in the same realm, he has already ignited the divine fire and condensed his divine authority, making him a demigod. The difference between them is like heaven and earth.

What Hansenton truly feared were the divine incarnations that might descend upon the Prime Material Plane.

Those beings would never mind taking on another divine office, as it means the opening of new divine paths.

Even if the path to divinity has reached a bottleneck, having an additional divine position can enhance one's strength.

This is also why Ying Zheng had to act cautiously. If the situation hadn't reached an irreversible point, he would never have attempted to bestow divine titles at a time when divine incarnations were descending one after another!
However, Ying Zheng had already sensed the impending crisis. Due to that strange guidance of fate, the main world had become the core of the storm's vortex, yet he dared not easily escape. If he left the main world now, having offended the Abyss Demon God, he would be instantly torn to shreds.

Therefore, he had no choice but to risk taking the step of ascending to godhood, solely to increase his strength and seek survival in the impending turmoil. This was a gamble he could only gamble on; defeat meant utter destruction.

"Transcendent Divine Art: Thunder Prison!"

The sky full of lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, coalesced into the shape of an abyss and crashed to the earth.

"Boom!"

Where the lightning struck, charred cracks spread like a spiderweb. From the crater thousands of meters deep created by the blast, a mist of death rose, interspersed with a faint divine aura.

At this moment, all the powerful figures held their breath, their eyes fixed on the source of the divine aura. They were not only wary of the impending appearance of the undead lich Ying Zheng, but also of each other's hastily formed alliances—in this life-or-death struggle, only one would ultimately stand firm. (End of Chapter)