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

The moment the words left his mouth, a thought flashed through Gu Xu's mind.

A strange light, a blend of scarlet and deep darkness, flashed deep within his eyes.

The next moment, his consciousness, like a sharp sword, instantly severed its connection with the current dimension of the universe, directly sinking into an absolute domain independent of reality, completely under his control—

Izumo: The Realm of Mystery!

That out-of-control secret realm, which had been occupied by a false god and had seized his power and corrupted his rules, was completely covered by the Domain of Calamity when he was crowned at the fourth level, and turned into his former territory.

Under the pull of the old imprints, the targets marked will be unconditionally and forcibly dragged into this territory and automatically enter the state of "calamity judgment"!

In this territory, Gu Xu is the only god, the only law.

All of the invaders' recovery capabilities and means of resistance will be drastically weakened!

Gu Xu's mind instantly sank into it.

In the real world, the collision of rules that was enough to destroy countless galaxies came to an abrupt end without any warning.

The trillions of crimson maws that were frantically devouring the black mist of calamity suddenly froze in the starry sky, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Their menacing, rotating fangs remained open, but they could no longer bite down even a fraction.

The Zograna nebula, so vast it occupied half the galaxy, with its waving tentacles and enormous eyes filled with terror and madness, all fell into absolute silence at the same moment.

Not only Zogra, but Gu Xu, standing on the ruins of the starry sky, also froze.

He maintained his posture of looking down upon all living beings, the black and white halo around him no longer turned, and the black mist of calamity behind him was like solidified black glass.

In this fragmented Dark Star System, two towering figures, two bodies containing endless destructive power, remained strangely still.

The chaotic power shockwave, which was originally so violent and raging that it could have torn the entire Starfall Divine Realm to shreds, vanished completely as if it had never existed.

The entire universe seemed to have fallen into a silent slumber in this corner.

However... no one knows how long this long slumber will last.

……

In another dimension.

Deep within the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness drawn by the ancient seal, in the "Izumo: Ghost Realm" that Gu Xu personally reshaped.

The situation is quite different.

There is no crimson blood mist here, no shattered stars, and no echoes of life filled with despair and wailing.

There was only a suffocating blank space.

Zograna's enormous spiritual body was currently suspended in the center of this empty space.

"roar--!"

A silent roar exploded in this absolutely quiet sea of ​​consciousness.

All that could be seen was that Zogra's tens of thousands of tentacles, constructed from mental energy, were wildly lashing and whipping in all directions like a crazed python.

However, no matter how hard He exerted himself, no matter how much of the rage of laws belonging to the Lord of Devouring Dimensions He poured in.

But when it hits the surrounding space, it's like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

There was no echo, no backlash, not even the slightest ripple of energy.

This kind of unresponsive calm might just feel oppressive to ordinary people.

But for Zogra, an ancient false god accustomed to chaos, devouring, and destruction, it was akin to torture.

He is the Lord of Devouring Dimensions, and His very existence represents chaotic madness.

Wherever He goes, the rules should collapse and all things should lament.

But now, He is like an insect forcibly sealed inside amber.

"Where...is this place...?"

Zogra's trillions of eyeballs were seen spinning wildly on his tentacles.

Trying to find a flaw in this void.

However, no.

The concepts of up and down, left and right, past and future—all conventional dimensions—are completely erased here.

What horrified Him even more was that He found Himself severed.

It wasn't that it was blocked, but rather that it was cut off from all connections with the material universe at its very source.

He cannot sense the beings throughout the world who provide sacrifices for Him.

They could not feel their own enormous flesh and blood body that had descended into the real dimension.

Even His "Dimensional Devouring Law" was like a dried-up well whose source had been drained, and no matter how He tried to activate it, it received no response.

Unknown environments are often a breeding ground for fear.

Even the ancient gods who survived Ragnarok were no exception.

Zogra stopped his pointless, frenzied whipping, and countless tentacles instinctively curled inward as if encountering a natural enemy, tightly protecting the core at its center.

Since His birth, He has only experienced this sense of powerlessness once.

That was an ancient catastrophe that occurred countless eons ago, one that affected the entire universe.

Ragnarok.

At that time, He was the strongest of the twenty-two Old Gods.

However, under the combined attack of the other Old Gods, His authority was shattered.

The divine essence was torn apart.

In order to survive, He had to abandon most of His body and flee the orderly universe like a stray dog, plunging headlong into the dimensional gap where order and disorder meet.

They linger on, hiding in the silt of the river of time.

During those long years, which were beyond the measure of numbers, He didn't even dare to breathe forcefully.

It wasn't until later eras changed, and until He slowly recovered some of His foundation through the blood sacrifices of those ignorant believers and the connections of His kin, that He was able to rebuild His perception of an orderly universe.

It was thought that this descent would be the beginning of His return to the throne.

He paid a huge price to get ahead of the other old gods who were hiding in the shadows.

It devoured the "old container" that had just awakened and was not yet fully developed.

All we need to do is devour that human, and seize those pure, ancient powers.

He can not only make up for his own shortcomings, but also go further and become the true ruler of the universe.

This was supposed to be a foolproof hunt.

But now... the hunter has been trapped in an inescapable iron cage by his prey.

"Damn thief... an ant that steals power!"

Zogra whispered again.

If those whispers were placed in the real world, they would be enough to drive the inhabitants of hundreds of galaxies into a frenzy of mutation.

But under the suppression of the laws of Izumo·Ghost Realm, these whispers were like a leaky bellows.

Even He Himself felt incredibly weak upon hearing it.

"Let me out! I know you're here!"

"You think you can win by trapping me in a place like this? Once my true form tears through the outer dimensions, this mental space will be completely crushed along with it!"

Zogra cursed as he tried to mask his fear with mental pronouncements.

However, no matter how much He roared and cursed, there was still no response from all around.