The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"Hmph!"

Munetimi turned around and gave a cold laugh.

"A bunch of filthy maggots. They actually dare to steal the power of the gods? Don't they know who they are?"

His voice was not loud, even soft, but every word he uttered made the surrounding air vibrate slightly.

After saying that, he narrowed all three of his eyes at the same time.

"However, even though that old bastard Lord is dead, the aura he left behind in this plane is still quite stubborn."

Munidimi muttered to himself, his gaze slowly shifting to Gregory not far away.

At this moment, Gregory had completely lost the will to resist.

He slumped onto the pile of rubble, his whole body trembling as if his bones had been removed.

His once magnificent papal robe was now covered in dust and blood, making him look utterly disheveled.

His face was ashen, and he was filled with extreme fear.

He witnessed his younger brother's death firsthand. A Source-level expert who was far stronger than him couldn't even last a second against his opponent.

The extent of the crushing defeat exceeded all his understanding of combat.

What chilled him even more was the choice GREE Gao Jie made before his death.

That younger brother who kept calling me "brother" and who had fought alongside me for decades.

In the face of life and death, he did not hesitate to push himself away and escape alone.

They didn't even say "let's go together".

"Interesting bro."

Munetimi seemed to notice the complex expression on Gregory's face and spoke again, "Are you sad?"

Gregory did not answer.

Or rather, he was no longer able to answer.

My lips were trembling, and my teeth were chattering.

My throat was choked with fear.

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Munetimi didn't expect him to answer.

He walked across the gravel, and with each step he took, the ground collapsed a layer.

When they reached Gregory, they had already created a series of potholes half a meter deep under their feet.

He looked down at the old man who was slumped on the ground.

Of the three eyes, the first two held a scrutinizing gaze, while the third vertical pupil held a kind of indescribable inquiry.

"On your body..."

"Besides the stench of that dead bastard Lord, there's another smell."

Munedimi suddenly spoke, his tone different from before.

There was less mockery and more seriousness.

Gregory paused for a moment.

Munedimi stretched out his hand and pointed his fingertip at Gregory's chest, drawing out a dark purple wisp of light from Gregory's body.

The light threads were so fine that they were almost invisible.

But as it hovered over Munetimi's fingertips, it emitted an extremely faint fluctuation.

Munetimi stared at the ray of light for a few seconds.

Then, his expression suddenly changed.

It wasn't anger, it wasn't fear... and it wasn't surprise either.

It was a shock, an indescribable shock.

That expression was like that of someone seeking immortality who had found the Jianmu tree at the edge of the universe that could grant him eternal life.

"I see, I see!"

Munedimi brought the ray of light to her nose and sniffed it before flicking it away.

The excitement in his eyes almost overflowed.

His voice was filled with undisguised fervor: "There really is a remnant of the power of the ancient lords on this plane? No... no, not a remnant, but a living power."

Yes, in His sight, that was the old authority, the true old authority.

It is not a counterfeit, not a remnant, and certainly not a scrap dug out from a site.

Rather, it is genuine ancient power being used by a living individual.

"Found it! The contingency plan left behind by the ancient lords has actually been found by our Devourer Clan."

"He's here, he's really here!!!"

Having said that, he raised his head, his fervent and awestruck gaze piercing through the ruins of the City of Eternal Winter, across the frozen wastelands of the Northern Alliance, and directed toward a distant direction.

……

In a high-dimensional secret realm, deep within the starry sky, the flames of war continue to spread.

Gu Xu, accompanied by five Calamity servants, was in that black torrent composed of countless Void Star Piercers.

They carved out a road that led to the heavens.

Of course, calling it a battle was really more like a one-sided massacre.

The once orderly military formation collapsed on a large scale under the combined crushing force of the calamities.

As for Gu Xu himself?

He still had his arms crossed over his chest, and the old wings fluttered slightly.

It drifted leisurely forward in the center of the battlefield.

Occasionally, a few fish that managed to slip through the net would rush towards him, but before they could even get close to the edge of the Calamity Domain, they would be crushed by the domain.

To put it nicely, this scene was unstoppable; to put it bluntly, it was bullying.

However, just as Gu Xu continued to venture deeper into the starry sky, preparing to see what lay hidden at the end of this path...

A sudden, extremely abrupt feeling popped into his mind.

The feeling came without warning.

It's like you're engrossed in playing a game, and suddenly someone taps you on the shoulder from behind.

Even though you know there's no one behind you, the feeling of being touched is incredibly real.

Gu Xu paused for a moment.

The flapping frequency of the Wings of the Old Days also slowed down by half a beat at the same time.

"Um?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, briefly withdrawing his attention from the battlefield.

That feeling didn't come from outside.

It wasn't an attack from the Star Piercers, nor was it fluctuations from the secret realm, nor was it any hidden trap.

It comes from within himself.

To be precise, it comes from his old authority.

It feels like there's a string inside you that's always quietly there, and you don't even realize it's there.

But suddenly, something nudged it.

"Buzz—"

An extremely subtle resonance resounded in his mental world.

Gu Xu frowned.

He was no stranger to this feeling.

Since awakening his profession as an Old One, his Old One authority has occasionally produced similar reactions.

But in the past, it was only triggered when I came into contact with something related to the past.

For example, the aura projected from the abyss in the old corridors.

For example, the aura of the Old Heart in the Red and White Collision Secret Realm.

For example, the aura of the ancient brain within the Silver Moon Realm.

For example, the aura of the Wings of the Past in Izumo: The Mysterious Realm.

However, the only difference is that...

This resonance was not triggered by his own initiative, nor was it due to his contact with any kind of authority.

Rather, the fluctuation found him on its own.

It was as if something, from an extremely distant place, had deliberately touched upon his former authority.

"What happened?"

Gu Xu stopped and stood in the middle of the passage that had been cleared by the calamities.

The Star Travelers continued to pour in from all around.

But under the shadow of the Calamity Domain, these things posed no threat to him whatsoever.

He temporarily shifted his attention completely away from the battlefield.

Concentrate on feeling the source of that fluctuation.

However, it didn't matter if he didn't feel it, but once he did, he was shocked to discover it.

That feeling grew stronger and stronger!