Rumble...
Numerous auras at the level of eighth-rank wizards descended, causing a flicker of shock to appear in
To this question, Leilin smiled but gave no answer.
In the instant they exchanged divine thoughts, several powerful figures had already passed through the Crystal Wall System and officially descended into the World of the
"The World of the Gods... the place where eternal mysteries are hidden... at last, after the Final War ended, it has opened once more..."
The eight Calamity Lords, led by the Eye's Emissary and the thunder giantess Menglianna, stood proudly in the void.
Just by gathering together, their formidable calamity power spread outward ceaselessly, making the void itself cry out in anguish.
After the agreement was signed, the Dream World had begun restoring its supply of primal force, and those Calamity Lords had finally been freed from their bonds, no longer forced to self-seal within the Dream World like prisoners.
And Leilin, serving as the arbiter, was someone neither side could afford to offend.
He had squeezed the Dream
And the Calamity Lords had become his free muscle.
Eight Calamity Lords — that was eight evil gods of intermediate divine power! Combined, they possessed enough strength to topple an entire continent...
A smile crept onto Leilin's lips.
Of course, he wasn't simply exploiting and oppressing them — it was cooperation, with each side taking what it needed.
The soul resources of the World of the Gods would serve as a tremendous supplement to these Calamity Lords' recovery as well as to the Dream World's primal force.
At this moment, the Calamity Lords also bore the critical mission of collecting enough world primal force so that the Dream Will could maintain its primal force supply indefinitely!
And what was more worth plundering than the World of the Gods?
"World of the Gods... I have returned..."
Besides the eight Calamity Lords, two unfathomably deep beings also stood beside Leilin's wizard main body.
One was a young girl with fair, delicate skin and an intelligent, refined face, who studied the surrounding world with an expression of quiet emotion.
This was Sharr, originally a goddess of the World of the Gods, who had by chance made her way to the outside world and become one of the wizards.
After being subdued by Leilin, she had become one of his core forces, and naturally had to be brought along.
"Hmph..."
The other woman standing beside Sharr — a stunningly alluring young matron — let out a cold snort. She looked more mature and captivating than Sharr, and every strand of her hair drifted and curled through the void with a faint hissing sound.
"The Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes!" Mother Core recognized the old acquaintance.
"Great Guardian of the Earth! We meet again..." Facing this peak eighth-rank wizard, the Mother of Ten Thousand Snakes clearly dared not be disrespectful, and gave a slight bow.
"Ten eighth-rank wizards, plus your main body and avatars..."
Mother Core was clearly stunned. Such power would have been enough to produce a decisive impact in the ancient Final War.
In the present day, it was an even heavier weight on the scale — enough to tip the balance of the war.
"You have now... completed your path, and can ascend to peak eighth-rank at any time..."
Mother Core looked at Leilin with complicated emotions. Although she had always held high expectations for him, she had never imagined he would reach the same realm as her so quickly.
Moreover, the power he had gathered under his command was something no being could afford to ignore.
"Mm... obtaining Nightmare Power has solidified all my foundations. Now all I need to do is completely devour the last traces of
Leilin made no attempt to hide his path or his plans, for there was nothing left that could stop him.
"Until I ascend to peak eighth-rank, I will not involve myself in the Final War's affairs, and neither will they..."
Leilin gestured toward Sharr and the Calamity Lords.
Seeing that no one else objected, Mother Core was further astonished by the powerful deterrent and control Leilin wielded.
She had originally believed Leilin and these rule-level beings were merely allies, but now it was clear it went far beyond that.
Furthermore, a divine kingdom in Bator Hell garrisoned by eleven eighth-rank wizards — even several greater gods would likely meet their end there!
This was absolute confidence. It was plain to see from Leilin's fearless display of strength — it served as an enormous deterrent to any being, any faction.
"My preparations are nearly complete. What about you?"
Leilin then turned to Mother Core.
"Rest assured... preparations to summon the
A vision of the deep earth surfaced within Mother Core's pupils.
"The Summoning Array is also being prepared... five rule-level beings from the Wizard World are guarding it... at some future juncture, we will be able to draw the Wizard Will directly into the World of the Gods and change the rules here..."
In Mother Core's few words, the outline of an earth-shattering plan was faintly revealed.
Those audacious wizards actually intended to draw the Wizard Will directly into the World of the Gods and destroy the Will of the Gods in a single stroke!
"The success rate of this plan is hard to estimate, but even the worst outcome would be mutual destruction, which would simultaneously grievously damage the World of the Gods' rigid rules..."
Leilin understood exactly what these wizards were planning.
Just like the gods, there was no shortage among the wizards who were willing to take risks. Even Leilin himself had little desire for the Wizard Will to fully awaken and then lord itself over him.
Therefore, knowing the broad outline of the plan, Leilin raised no objection.
"Mm! I'm going to enter extended seclusion... I'll leave affairs in the outside world to you..."
Leilin said to Mother Core, and then the silhouette of the Nightmare Hydra materialized behind him, carrying his wizard main body directly into the depths of the divine kingdom's earth.
"Everyone, let's go!"
The Chip avatar, which had reached the pinnacle of intermediate divine power, led the remaining ten eighth-rank wizards into various parts of the divine kingdom like falling stars, subtly forming a powerful formation. Even without drawing upon the divine kingdom's power, it was sufficient to bring about the demise of any greater god.
"When he appears again, he will have surely ascended to the peak of eighth-rank..."
Mother Core gazed at the divine kingdom as it was now, light flickering rapidly through her pupils, before her figure slowly faded into the void...
Naturally, the gods detected what was happening here. But thanks to Leilin's earlier display of strength — over a dozen intermediate gods, plus the deterrent of two greater gods — the gods who had been formulating plans were thrown into panic once more.
The mere thought of battling these beings within their own divine kingdom gave even the most righteous among the gods pause — even
The Shadow of Twisting had also vanished, its dark machinations unknown.
The plague in the Material World continued, and the gods' divine kingdom migration plan had already begun. Meanwhile, in the Abyss, the Lord of Chaos and the Defiled Evil Eye stirred up even greater turmoil. New rule-level wizards had even joined the fray, conquering yet more domains of the Abyss.
Although scattered battles raged fiercely in the outside world, the surroundings of Hell had fallen eerily quiet.
Leilin's wizard main body was immersed in the final construction and perfection of the Path of Original Sin, while the other rule-level beings each had their own tasks.
With the strength and capability of his Chip avatar, he could naturally keep everything running in perfect order.
...
In the Material World, Doren struggled to bundle his last remaining belongings onto a borrowed cart, tying them tight with hemp rope.
Looking back on everything that had happened, it all felt like a dream.
After the mob had vented its fury, the burly leader and the red-nosed man had vanished without a trace. More farmers and ruffians poured in from all sides, carrying everything out of Lord Hoffman's mansion — they didn't even spare the door panels.
They looted everything in sight, then set a massive fire that turned Lord Hoffman's grand estate into a sea of flames before scattering in every direction.
Poor Doren stumbled home in a daze, gripped by constant fear that at any moment, the town constable would kick down his door with a squad of soldiers and drag him out to hang.
After several days passed without incident, Doren confirmed one thing.
Their lord had truly pardoned all the rioters. No arrest warrants, nothing. In that moment, Doren wanted to fall to his knees and thank the gods for their mercy.
But some time later, after everything looted from the Hoffman mansion had been completely used up, Doren was stunned to find that his life had returned to exactly the way it was before — not a single thing had changed! And several other rioters he knew were in the same situation.
Doren couldn't understand it at all.
He had seen those mountain-high stacks of wheat with his own eyes, and the silver and gold vessels, and the enormous gems — how had everything just vanished?
In that instant, he poured all his rage onto the town's sole merchant buyer, but he didn't dare actually do anything — the man had the lord's backing, after all.
Speaking of the lord, Doren suddenly remembered that the charred estate and all the property under Lord Hoffman's name had apparently passed into the lord's hands.
That would have been an absolute given in the past, but now it stirred a flicker of anger in his heart.
"These noble lords... they'd rather watch their people starve and perish from disease than part with a single copper coin..."
In normal times, he would never have entertained such treasonous thoughts. But now things were different...