Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

It was possible that they would be transformed back into Origin, strengthening the power of the world. It was also possible that these remnants would be reassembled into large and small “planes” attached to the main body of the world; all of this was indeterminable.

Even Chaos might, because of these unexpected yields, give birth to deities that did not exist in their original fateful trajectories.

Laine and Erebus actually had only a short moment to explore these remnants; that was when the “world”-level power on the remnants was nearing erasure by Chaos, yet had not been completely erased.

This was also why The Dark Overlord had previously waited here: these remnants, since they could drift from the “void” outside of the world, naturally retained the true power of the world. Faced with a piece of cake that was destined to be uneaten, the two of them should naturally focus on how to eat it faster.

“You’re right, so, do you have a target?”

Agreeing, Laine spoke as he looked at the cluster of remnants in front of him.

“First come, first served, I’ll let you choose first.”

Although he had only arrived for a short while, Laine had already roughly browsed through the surrounding plane fragments. Among these remnants were nine particularly colossal ones, onto which the thickest chains of Law were locked, while the rest were far inferior. Undoubtedly, these nine were their true targets.

Despite the separation of the forces of the world, it was still possible to vaguely distinguish the differences between these fragments. However, the more Laine looked at these fragments, the more shocked he felt.

He had guessed why these fragments had come to Chaos. Previously, Laine thought it was the result of The Great Sun Bathes the Eastern Seas, but now it seemed that, at most, it served as an accelerator, and determined that the location of these fragments’ approach was towards The East of the world.

What truly attracted them here was probably Laine himself and the Nine Hells that he had opened not long ago.

On the level of the world, information, energy, and matter were essentially equivalent, and the same information could create special connections. Laine had named the fifth layer of Hell ‘Midcourt’ merely as a tribute to the past, never expecting to actually draw the real Midcourt here.

What he didn’t expect more was that what he had drawn was not “alive,” but “dead.”

This was actually quite logical, after all, if it were a complete world, it might not come simply because of a name. However, looking at the remains of these dead worlds, Laine doubted whether there were any living beings left inside these fragments.

“Let’s go with this one, it looks very suitable.”

“That being said, this time, we both don’t know the outcome——”

Erebus, who obviously did not know what Laine was thinking, had simply pointed to a target he had set his eyes on from the start.

It was one of the nine largest fragments. Although it looked ordinary at first glance, it was undoubtedly dominated by the forces of Darkness.

Laine was not surprised by Erebus’s choice; the reason he generously let the other choose first was because anyone would prefer to choose options close or opposed to themselves when it was unclear what exactly was contained within.

And among the nine fragments present, there just so happened to be two that were individually dominated by Darkness and Light.

“Then I’ll choose this one. When it comes to luck, I still have a great deal of confidence.”

With a casual gesture, Laine selected a fragment twinkling with golden light.

He was actually a bit hesitant. Another fragment exuding chill and one shrouded in mist were also important, but in the end, Laine still chose this one.

After all, this was just the initial choice; as long as one was fast enough, no rule stated that only one fragment could be explored, and the same applied to Erebus.

“Alright, that’s settled then.”

Glancing at Laine’s choice, Erebus did not find anything amiss.

In Chaos, Laine had been born earlier than he had, therefore he possessed methods unknown to him, which was understandable. But when facing these things from outside of the world, they were on the same level.

Even the power of “Fate” was perhaps useless before these plane fragments that did not belong to Chaos. Therefore, although Laine was initially known to the world for Prophecy, Erebus did not think he could see anything.

The so-called “luck” was probably not going to be effective here.

Thus, having made their choices, the two of them stopped conversing, as there was nothing for them to talk about. At the edge of this world, they silently observed the spectacular collision of world forces.

Although both belonged to a world, the Spirit Realm was undoubtedly far inferior to Chaos and the ancestors of these remnants; they were complete planes that could exist on their own in the void, and Laine still had a long way to go. In the midst of the mutual confrontation of the forces of two worlds, many things that were usually hard to observe revealed themselves.

Laine was unclear about Erebus’s gains, but he had indeed learned some useful techniques from them.

Time passed, indeterminably so, and even some of the smaller remnants were completely erased of resistance by Chaos, then dragged into the void by chains of Law until they disappeared. Until a certain moment, the power on those nine largest fragments finally reached a nadir, and it was possible to break through them.