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

Now that they have realized that the sun god Del and the moon goddess Hill have won, the god of death and the goddess of life are attacking with increasing urgency and ferocity. Their immense divine power is turning the underworld upside down, and countless undead races have been reduced to nothing.

Although the underworld is regarded as the realm of the god of death, it is actually an important part of the world.

Johnson was heartbroken to see his homeland destroyed, and Hansenton was also secretly resentful—he had long regarded the underworld as his own, and he wondered how much effort it would take to repair it after this destruction.

On the other side, the sun god Del calmed the void storm with his immense radiance, and his divine power swept away the turbulent currents.

He and the goddess of the moon, Hill, stared at each other for a moment before turning their gazes toward the depths of the underworld.

"It's time to lend Hansenlton a hand. We must demonstrate our power in this battle and solidify our divine position, otherwise the consequences will be dire. If possible, it would be best to capture those two completely."

Hill, however, shook his head with a serious expression: "Those two supreme rulers will never sit idly by and watch Johnson and Rosa perish. The God of Reincarnation already holds the power of life and death; if he were to gain these two divine positions, the power of reincarnation would rise to an unknown level."

Del sighed, “Throughout the long years, apart from the fallen goddess of fate, only three primordial gods have ascended to the highest position… The reasons behind this are beyond our comprehension.”

His words trailed off, his gaze seemingly sweeping across the main world: "These are not our concerns. Our immediate priority is to inflict as much damage as possible on Death and Life."

Hill understood and said no more.

The two activated the sun and moon, and in an instant, golden and silver light poured into the underworld. The power of death boiled violently under the blazing sun, while the radiance of the moon froze countless immortal beings, balancing the clash between the power of death and the power of the sun.

As divine power suppressed the underworld, Death God Johnson was filled with shock and rage: "Those two good-for-nothings! They were defeated so quickly by the newly promoted Del and Hill, a waste of their powerful divine positions!"

Rosa, the goddess of life, said urgently, "What's the use of complaining now? We couldn't even take down Hansenlton with two against one, and now that we are outnumbered, how can we possibly fight back?"

Seeing this, Hansenlton, the God of Reincarnation who had been holding firm, unleashed his power of reincarnation with a wave of his scepter, and the two energies of life and death merged and flowed, turning defense into offense!

With the blessing of such terrifying power, six reincarnation phenomena suddenly rose in the Land of Reincarnation, pressing down fiercely on Death God Johnson and Life Goddess Rosa:
"Now that my help has arrived, don't you all like to bully the weak with numbers? Today I will grant your wish—I'm going to take your death and life priesthood!"

Along with the six realms of reincarnation, the sun and moon were also subdued, becoming eternal and unique.

The sun god Del and the moon goddess Hil each drew upon the power of their divine realms, working together with the sun and moon to suppress the underworld.

The immense power of the sun god and the power of the moon god intertwined and poured forth, causing the death power of the underworld to surge violently like boiling oil meeting water, with turbulent undercurrents.

Death God Johnson and Life Goddess Rosa had no choice but to open up the realms of death and life, struggling to resist the dual suppression of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the power of the Sun and Moon.

However, this method could not last. Rosa said urgently, "Johnson! This is your kingdom, why don't you think of a solution? If you are really suppressed, won't you become a laughing stock among the gods!"

"Why do I need you to remind me!" Johnson roared in response. "Death Kingdom—open!"

In an instant, the rules of death surged forth. With the power of the ruler of the underworld, Johnson forcibly communicated with the realm of the dead. Countless undead races emerged from the phantoms, attempting to counter the divine might of the sun and moon.

The God of Reincarnation, Hansenlton, burst into loud laughter: "Josen, how can you monopolize the Underworld? The Land of Reincarnation—Suppress!"

The power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation swept across the land, vying with Qiao Sen for control of the Underworld.

The territory of the Death Kingdom rapidly shrank, and the surrounding void crumbled inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

At the same time, Del and Hill's divine power merged, and they shouted in unison: "Fused Divine Art: Yin-Yang Grinding Mill!"

"Boom——"

The intense heat of the sun and the profound darkness of the moon coalesced into an ancient millstone, colliding violently with the realm of death. The millstone slowly turned, emanating a chaotic aura reminiscent of the creation of the world, relentlessly eroding the foundations of the realm of death.

In the main world, Ying Zheng, who was watching the battle, looked helpless and sighed softly: "This scene looks a bit out of place no matter how you look at it... Oh well, it is ultimately a variable that I brought about."

Nicarlos, who also noticed this technique, had chains of rules flashing in his silver eyes: "It is indeed the work of someone from outside the realm. The trajectory of this power is completely different from the laws of the world."

Not only Nicarlos, but also the primordial creator god and the primordial evil sensed something amiss. Although the essence of the rules was similar, the Daoist principles they revealed possessed an indescribable strangeness.

Under the suppression of the three powers, the Goddess of Life, Rosa, gritted her teeth, and her life power surged, transforming into a divine tree of life that connected heaven and earth—a supreme divine art that was one with her true form.

Using the method of substituting herself for the divine tree, Rosa's true form quietly disappeared into the path of all living beings. Although her divine kingdom of life was shaken and withered as a result, she could no longer care about anything else.

Seeing Rosa flee, Death God Johnson's eyes widened in fury: "Rosa! You traitor..."

Although Hansenlton felt regret, he knew that it was impossible to keep both gods alive at the same time, so he immediately said sternly, "You still have time to care about her? You should take a good look at your own doom!"

The power of reincarnation surged once more, and the Kingdom of Death retreated steadily, shrinking to its core territory. Sitting atop his divine throne, Johnson's face contorted in agony as he roared hoarsely, "You forced me to this—Lord, save me!"

Before the words were finished, the power of the endless abyss poured in from the void, and the aura of destruction and annihilation swept through the underworld, as if to reduce everything to ruins.

The projection of the abyss crashed down, and the underworld shattered and wailed.

"Click——"

With a creaking sound as the world crumbled under its unbearable weight, an ancient figure slowly emerged from the projection of the abyss. All things trembled under its oppressive power, and countless beings involuntarily chanted its divine name.

The moment the primordial evil manifested in the world, Hansenlton gripped the reincarnation scepter tightly, no longer displaying his previous arrogance; Del and Hill also retreated to the Sun and Moon Kingdom, attempting to use the primordial stars for protection.

However, as the gaze of the Primordial Evil swept over them, the three gods felt the imminent threat of death looming over them—even with the protection of the Land of Reincarnation and the sun and moon, it seemed that as long as this supreme god made a single thought, their divine status would crumble and they would be condemned to eternal damnation.

“Great Primordial Evil, Your Majesty, we have not violated the covenant you made with the primordial creator god…” the sun god Del spoke, barely suppressing his trembling.

The primordial evil turned its gaze, and the void collapsed in response.

"puff--"

Del's divine body was nearly half destroyed, and divine blood gushed out, leaving him in a sorry state.

"Oh?" The primordial voice spoke calmly, yet it chilled the three gods to the bone. "You mean... I'm being unreasonable?"

He stared at the three of them and questioned them again: "Speak, who instructed you to simultaneously master three great divine powers?"

"Don't say it's self-enlightenment—if you were capable of that, why have you stagnated for millions of years?"

Faced with the primal evil's interrogation, Del, Hill, and Hansenlton exchanged bewildered glances, their lips trembling, ultimately daring not to utter a single word.

After all, the primordial god who created the endless abyss was someone they absolutely dared not offend.

Their mysterious and unpredictable master was also someone not to be trifled with. Having chosen to pledge allegiance to him, how could they dare to easily betray him?

If we were to reveal our Lord now, we would likely become a casualty in the clash between the two supreme rulers, and then we would be truly annihilated, with no chance of resurrection.

Having endured countless hardships to ascend to the position of great divine power and stand at the pinnacle of all beings, how could they willingly become pawns in a game of chess? Thus, for a moment, the void fell into a deathly silence.

This strange stalemate caused all the gods and demons who were watching to lower their gazes. Even the usually arrogant God of Death, Josen, stood timidly behind the Primal Evil, not daring to make a move.

However, the silence of the sun god Del, the moon goddess Hill, and the god of reincarnation Hansenlton seemed to have exhausted the little patience the primordial evil had left: "You won't speak? Then don't blame me for personally searching through your souls to find the truth!"

"boom--"

Before the words were even finished, an overwhelming force of destruction swept over the three gods like a torrent, frantically eroding the world's favor and the rules of the cycle of the sun and moon surrounding them.

This destructive force seemed capable of crushing everything in the world, and even the rules and authority were as fragile as paper before it.

The three gods knelt in the void, their faces contorted, feeling as if their divine bodies, souls, and even divine essence were on the verge of collapse. An irresistible will invaded their very being, bringing with it a pain and resentment bordering on despair.

Seeing this, Death God Johnson's eyes flashed with pleasure.

"Enough, Misius!"

At the critical moment, a clear and cold voice suddenly resounded through the void. Its voice was mysterious and difficult to discern as male or female, and it carried a vast divine power that caused time to stand still.

The supreme power of destiny reverses the laws of heaven and earth, and all paths bow down in submission.

With a distant sigh, a figure enveloped in golden light of destiny slowly emerged from the void.

That ancient and weathered aura made the gods tremble, and a long-forgotten title suddenly surfaced in the hearts of all the gods and demons: "Goddess of Fate!"

All spectators were shocked—this primordial god, who was rumored to have been asleep forever, had actually reappeared in the world!
Only then did they realize: the ascension of Del and the other two gods to great divine power was actually the work of this supreme being. Only the primordial god who holds the reins of destiny possesses the power to create such divine positions.

The primordial evil called "Mithius" looked up, its destructive power surging again, its sharp edge pointing directly at the end of all things: "Nicalos, you have finally shown yourself. I thought you were going to abandon these three pieces."

At this moment, Ying Zheng was imitating the aura of Nicarlos, using the power of destiny and mysterious forces to conceal his true nature. Even Mithius, who was also born at the beginning of creation, could not distinguish between the real and the fake.

With a flick of his sleeves, Ying Zheng caused ripples to spread across the river of fate, and the three gods, including Del, instantly returned to their peak condition.

The three knelt respectfully and bowed, saying, "Thank you for your protection, Lord!"

Ying Zheng did not respond, his gaze suddenly turning to the depths of the void: "Puluo, now that we've come this far, why hide your true colors?"

The power of creation flowed in response, and the supreme being on the side of order—the primordial god of creation, Pro, manifested his form.

He gazed at the goddess of fate, who was Ying Zheng in disguise, with a complex expression: "Although I had long suspected it, I did not expect that you would be able to break free from all the constraints and revive at this moment... It is truly beyond my expectations."

"Disappointed?" Ying Zheng said quietly, "The end of the era is approaching, Ragnarok is destined to come, and all things will eventually return to the embrace of the Father God. This is the destiny, and even I cannot defy it."

He paused slightly, then his voice deepened: "However, the creation scroll left by the Father God is the only variable. How could I possibly miss such an unprecedented opportunity?"

Upon hearing this, both Mithius and Pro were shocked.

They had never revealed the events of the end of the era and Ragnarok to the outside world, but now that they had been exposed in public, it would surely cause turmoil throughout the realms. At that time, even the primordial gods would have to expend considerable effort to quell the chaos.

Upon hearing this, the gods and demons were indeed shaken to their core—what calamity did the end of the era signify? Ragnarok was a harbinger of the fall of the divine! The creation scroll became the only ray of light in their despair, and countless gazes were instantly filled with madness and longing.

Having achieved his goal, Ying Zheng did not linger: "Old grudges have not been settled, and this farce should come to an end."

The power of fate distorted the void, and he and the three gods suddenly departed.

Pro and Mithius exchanged a glance and then vanished—they had to clean up the mess left by Qin Shi Huang immediately.

Within the main world, Nicarlos, who had been observing the situation calmly, pursed his lips slightly: "How interesting. Appearing in my name, aren't you afraid those two will launch a preemptive strike and eliminate you, this variable?"

She toyed with the silver hair at her temples, her eyes sparkling: "It must have been difficult for you to break through the Father God's restrictions and descend to this realm. If you return empty-handed, wouldn't it be a wasted effort?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty Nikolaus." Ying Zheng's figure quietly appeared in the hall, and he calmly met her probing gaze. "Besides, isn't this action precisely to share the risk for Your Majesty? From now on, you can remain behind the scenes and calmly make your plans—isn't that right?"

From Ying Zheng's words, Nicarlos already understood the purpose of his visit: "Then, what do you seek?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng revealed a profound and unfathomable smile: "What I desire, I will obtain personally. Your Majesty only needs to restrain 'that one' for a moment—this was originally part of your plan. This transaction is not a loss for you, is it?"

Nicarlos naturally knew he was referring to the creator god Taino, and did not object to the proposal: "Alright. But in addition, I also need the divine duties of day and night."

Ying Zheng's gaze flickered, his expression suddenly becoming meaningful. Since his encounter with Nicarlos, he had been unable to discern the true path she sought—after all, there were very few authorities in this world that could rival destiny. Now that she had taken the initiative to request these two divine positions, Ying Zheng's suspicions were finally confirmed.

"At most, one can contend with fate with the authority of time, but it is far from enough to break free from the shackles of that being." Ying Zheng slowly analyzed, "Day and night merge, involving both time and space. Your Majesty has your own plans regarding time, but regarding space... it seems you intend to elevate it to a celestial divine authority, thereby touching upon the origin of the world?"

As he stated his conjecture, he intently observed Nicarlos's reaction. Though her expression remained unchanged, he keenly sensed a slight pause in her breathing. In Nicarlos's mind, Ying Zheng's danger had risen once more—to deduce this much merely from demanding a divine position, it was truly difficult to gain the upper hand in a contest with a wise man.

“The speculation is correct,” Nicarlo frankly admitted without trying to hide it.

Ying Zheng chuckled softly, remaining silent. He knew that relying solely on the rules of spacetime was insufficient to contend with the Creator God. If he could merge the two into the Great Dao of Spacetime, there might be a glimmer of hope. However, such a realm was far beyond Nicarlos's current reach. But for Ying Zheng, none of this was crucial—he only needed someone to distract Taino; the stronger Nicarlos was, the more advantageous it would be for him. (End of Chapter)