this infinite world

"Ilúvatar, are you just going to watch like this? Are you going to give up this opportunity that you finally got?"

Not long after Yang Yun stepped into the Lord of the Rings plane, an extremely dark, cold, and terrifying deep song sounded in the void, as if a mountain rose from the deep sea, with its peak reaching the sky, the mountain covered with solid ice, and the top of the mountain surrounded by thick smoke and fire.

The moment this song appeared, the great movement of Ilúvatar's creation suddenly trembled, and several deeply hidden discordant notes emerged from the originally harmonious and smooth melody. These dark syllables were like poisonous snakes that had been lurking for many years, finally showing their fangs at this moment, causing the previously soft melody to suddenly surge, and even the entire outer periphery of the Lord of the Rings was filled with a frenzied ocean of sound...

Of course, that discordant sound was nothing more than a small part of the vast movement of creation, just like a storm to the sea, a whirlpool to the ocean, and it was impossible to cause any essential impact. Ilúvatar only turned his eyes slightly, and the originally chaotic melody returned to harmony like a tamed beast, making the melody of the great movement of creation return to its previous softness.

And those few most cold and heterogeneous notes were unraveled by Ilúvatar with exquisite techniques and integrated into the grand symphony of his own holy way. The originally pure and holy movement thus added a bit of depth, just like the perfect ink-colored lines on the white jade, which not only did not appear abrupt, but made the overall artistic conception more magnificent and the style even higher...

"Melkor...you should not be here. Your exile sentence is infinite." After stabilizing his own great movement of creation, Ilúvatar looked at the figure that had just appeared and said in a cold voice.

"What's wrong? Could it be that the great high-level saint Ilúvatar is willing to completely exterminate a mere junior saint like me today, even at the cost of damaging his holy way and wasting countless years of hard work?"

Until this moment, the figure called "Milkor" finally revealed its true form. If the incarnation of Ilúvatar is the "eternal fire" that burns from the void and seems to illuminate the existence of all things in the world, then the image of Melkor in the material world is the flame of revenge burning in hell. The light in his dark and terrifying eyes is like a raging fire, which can burn everything with high heat or penetrate everything with extreme cold, which just complements his temperament and the evil burning in his heart...

Facing Ilúvatar's cold questioning, Melkor just laughed, as if he didn't care at all: "Don't pretend, Ilúvatar, as long as the notes I played as your subordinate in the past are in your great movement of creation, you will never be able to really kill me, because this is to deny your own way-"

"—you can try it."

The next moment, Ilúvatar's cold words stopped Melkor from speaking, causing the junior saint to pause and his momentum to be completely suppressed. After a long while, Melkor, who was obviously at a disadvantage, sneered, "Oh, don't vent your anger on me... You and I both know that the only reason the Primordial Heaven Court can tolerate your existence is because of the good relationship you formed with 'him' in the past."

“But since he made a great wish before, it proves that he stood on the opposite side of the primitive human race and the Heavenly Court. Even the Human Emperor himself could not tolerate him. Now that the Holy Saint came here as the messenger of the Human Emperor, it is the best proof…”

"Ilúvatar, don't you understand? The only way to survive is to stand up and resist... In the past, His Majesty the Emperor Donghuang, who was willing to sacrifice his life to fight for a glimmer of survival for myriad races, did just that!"

Listening to Melkor's words, Ilúvatar remained silent. Melkor became more and more excited as he spoke: "Otherwise, is it possible that even if we try every possible way to hide, escape, compromise, and even sacrifice ourselves, we will still be unable to prevent the final destruction?"

"You don't understand..." After a long time, Ilúvatar slowly spoke: "Our way out does not depend on His Majesty the Ice Phoenix, but in this plane, in 'his' hands, in the 'protagonist'. This is the last and only chance of survival for our ancient races, and it is also the last chance left to us by Gu, Jun, and His Majesty the Human Emperor..."

"Hey, protagonist, what a protagonist!"

Hearing this, Melkor sneered. But facing the two names that could be called "myths" even for the myriad races of the prehistoric world, and the "First Emperor of the Creation" who was still famous in the multiverse, he did not dare to be as presumptuous as before. He just sneered and said after a long time: "Maybe it was like this before, but now the situation has obviously changed... After the arrival of the member of the Reincarnation Team of the Near Saint level, Ilúvatar, can you still say that?"

"... Let's wait and see what he will do next."

Upon hearing this, Ilúvatar fell silent for a while. It was obvious that the creator god of the Lord of the Rings world had some doubts about Yang Yun's arrival: "He came as the 'protagonist' and he is a saint, which is the best proof of his identity——"

"——Is it possible that every member of the Samsara team is a lackey of the Human Emperor?"

Hearing this, Melkor laughed out loud, as if he had finally found the flaw in Ilúvatar's words. "Today, the destiny is disordered, cause and effect are unclear, and the multiverse is at its most chaotic moment... So what if he is a saint? Regardless of whether he is just bullying others, even if he is really a saint, can he really fight against you, a high-level saint, the god of creation, who has already stepped into the innate realm, in the world you have carefully built for countless years?"

"Ilúvatar, you are really going backwards as you grow older!"

Facing the silent Ilúvatar, Melkor became more and more annoyed. He could no longer bear it. He flashed and followed the route that Yang Yun had taken before to the plane of the Lord of the Rings. The discordant notes in the great movement of creation sounded again, and Ilúvatar was unable to stop him at this moment. He could only hear Melkor's figure floating in the distance saying...

"In this situation, even if I really kill him here, what can I do? It all depends on our ability... If His Majesty the Human Emperor is unwilling to give me and the myriad races of the prehistoric world a way out, then I will go and get it myself!"

Melkor's voice gradually faded away, leaving only the incarnation of Ilúvatar in the void, silent and speechless. She still had one word left to say, which was...

"Even if I really use my full strength, can I really defeat that Saint?"

"You know, the aura coming from him is even comparable to that of the former Earth Emperor..." (End of this chapter)