He became the White-Haired Evil God after wearing the Seven Curses Rings.

"Void!!! Have you returned to pollute this place once more?!"

Faced with the roar that echoed throughout the entire space, Xie Bai covered his ears.

"Hiss... Can you keep your voice down? I haven't even said what I'm going to do yet, and what's with all this prejudice of yours..."

As he spoke, Xie Bai raised the Golden Years.

"If you don't want to listen to me properly, I don't mind trying out the power of this divine artifact."

Upon seeing Xie Bai raise the golden greatsword, Falcant instantly calmed down.

"Wait, why is the golden age in your hands...?"

As the one who forged this divine weapon, Falcant may not recognize other divine weapons, but he must be well aware of the power of this spacetime artifact.

If enough history is burned, a comprehensive attack that transcends the limitations of time and space can be launched.

Every smallest time scale in all of spacetime will indiscriminately bear the damage from this attack.

The final result is that the target is constantly subjected to a continuous attack with a frequency that is at the world's limit.

Furthermore, this continuous attack has existed since the moment the opponent is born, and even if they are resurrected later, they cannot escape it.

Falcant originally intended to create this artifact to target the complete true god that encompasses all time and space.

As for why he had this initial intention, Falcant could no longer remember.

It is certain that the divine weapon in Xie Bai's hand is the golden age from Falcant's memories.

It's genuine and of the highest quality; it's a true god-tier weapon.

"However, to activate this artifact, history is required as fuel. You do not have the authority over time, so you should not be able to record history."

Although he expressed his doubts about Xie Bai, Falcant's true form did not move forward any further.

Faced with this scene, Xie Bai was somewhat speechless.

"Fine, since you asked, I'll show you."

As he spoke, Xie Bai took out the Book of Truth.

When the page for stored history is turned, the entire river of history erupts in turmoil once again.

"The Book of Truth? How did you obtain this artifact...? Wait, twenty-five branching histories, and a portion of the true scale? And how did you record all of that..."

At that moment, Falcant suddenly noticed the divine seal at the top.

"A divinely granted mark of historical transition? Is this something I, from a branch of myself, have given to you?"

Xie Bai nodded in response to Falcant's question.

"You were so enthusiastic back then. As soon as you saw me, you couldn't wait to stuff all the history you had recorded into my hands. Sigh... Unlike you now, you're so distant from me."

Upon hearing this, Falcant sensed something was amiss.

"Was that really a branch of me...?"

Although I had some doubts, the mark on the Book of Truth was undoubtedly real.

That thing can only be given with the true approval of the master of authority. Once obtained, one can directly activate the corresponding divine power effect without needing the master of authority's consent.

Although the mark from the branch could not affect him, it made Falcant realize a fact.

"I, from the branch, actually acknowledged you? No, perhaps they simply failed to see through the void power within you."

As he spoke, the long river of history surrounded him once more, providing Xie Bai with a new platform to stand on.

"Hmm? You're willing to listen to me now?"

After the river of history resumed its flow, Falcant suppressed his inner fear and spoke to the tiny Xie Bai at the center.

"Have you come here to try and recruit me to fight against the High Court?"

Upon hearing Falcant's question, Xie Bai shook his head.

"Although I've considered it, if it's you, then forget it."

As he spoke, Xie Bai took out a fragment of time and space and tossed it into the air.

"But compared to that, I have a job where I have to work in a chaotic place. How about it? Want to take it?"

……

The Northern Empire, Northgard.

At this moment, Azsharax sat on the throne, his broad dragon wings curled up behind him, and even his usually lively tail was tucked in.

Azsarax appeared somewhat uneasy in the face of receiving envoys from other countries.

Fortunately, Brandon was aware of Azsarax's capabilities and did not make her come down to negotiate in person. He simply had her sit on the throne to maintain appearances.

Although Azsarax's appearance at this moment did not seem particularly intimidating, it did not prevent her from directly releasing the dragon's aura to bolster her presence.

With the increase in world restrictions, Azsharax's level successfully reached 126.

At this point, Azsharax was undoubtedly among the world's top teams.

"But why is it that even so, I still can't beat that bastard Brandon..."

Seemingly having heard Azsarax's whisper, Brandon, who was talking to someone below, glanced in her direction.

"!!!"

In an instant, Azsharax sat up straight again, maintaining his majestic demeanor as the emperor of the North.

After seeing that there were no problems with Azsarax, Brandon turned his attention back to his work.

Sitting before him at this moment was Roland, the envoy from the Audu Empire.

"It's quite a surprise that it's you I'm meeting. I remember the last time we met, you were just a helmsman, and now you're the Foreign Minister of the Northern Empire."

Brandon shook his head at Roland's praise.

"Not at all, I'm just here to wander around since I've retired and have nothing better to do. But I heard that Master Roland is no longer serving as the Royal Alchemist?"

"That's right, that's true. After all, I'm getting old, it's time for me to give way to the younger generation to get some experience. But it seems your age hasn't affected you at all..."

"Well, I only used a few tricks. If Master Roland is willing, I can share them with you."

"Forget it, I can't take too much trouble right now, and everyone has their own secrets, so I shouldn't bother them too much."

"Oh, what does Master Roland mean by that?"

At this moment, Roland removed the disguise from his wrist, revealing a black and gold bracelet.

"I just want to say that sometimes we don't have to go through all that trouble."

Upon seeing the black and gold bracelet on Roland's hand, Brandon immediately understood its meaning.

"Oh, so you're one of us. That makes things easier..."

As he spoke, Brandon glanced around to make sure everything was in order, then released a cognitive interference barrier to protect the conversation that was about to begin.

"Since Master Roland doesn't like beating around the bush, I'll just be direct."

Upon hearing this, Roland sensed something was amiss.

At this point, Brandon's voice gradually lowered.

"Master Roland, you should have a fragment of the truth on you, right? If I'm not mistaken, that person should be quite interested in such a thing."