Chapter 776
A Further Step Forward on the Ultimate Path to Divinity
This means that the Demon God can devote more energy to devising schemes and setting up mental traps that target the perception and reactions of the Abyss's will.
Meanwhile, Agrus, through these direct clashes with the forces of the abyss, rapidly adapted to his surging power, and the Authority of War merged and deepened with him at an astonishing speed under immense pressure.
Each injury and recovery solidified his physical body and soul, and deepened his understanding of war.
He was like a piece of divine iron thrown into a furnace of the abyss; forged in destruction, it instead burst forth with an even more dazzling brilliance.
The battle thus entered a breathtakingly intense cycle.
[Agrius took the lead, trading blows for blows, attracting and bearing the brunt of the Abyss's fury with the most ruthless ferocity.]
[Controlled by the Mind Demon God, it traverses the edge of the battlefield, using mental magic to interfere with, slow down, and divide the attacks of the Abyss's will, creating opportunities for Agris or averting certain defeats at crucial moments.]
The roar of the Abyss's will grew increasingly frenzied, and its attacks became more and more chaotic.
[At times, he focused his efforts on crushing Aglios, this tough nut to crack, while at other times, he was distracted by the inner demon, forcing him to divert his attention.]
The entire abyssal battlefield was in utter chaos and turmoil due to the intense struggle between these three forces. Waves of destruction spread outwards, annihilating countless neighboring sub-dimensions and chaotic energy clusters.
[Agrius, the newly crowned War Overlord who should have been peacefully developing in Hell, unexpectedly carved out a bloody and war-torn breach on the most brutal supreme battlefield.]
[In January of the Extraordinary Calendar 18742, the primordial sea of Hell, which had been dormant for countless eons, began to surge violently like never before, as if a primordial beast, utterly enraged, was emitting a silent roar.]
[The entire order and matter of Hell trembled under the pull of this force, and you, seated at the very center of this storm, slowly opened your eyes, which reflected the myriad phenomena of the universe, and began to digest this vast and boundless origin of Hell with absolute will and power.]
That was not energy extraction in the ordinary sense, but a deeper, almost predatory fusion.
Your divine body absorbed the surging crimson tide without exception. The infinite mysteries, endless sins, and boundless rage contained within its origin unfolded one by one within your soul, as calm as an ancient well, awaiting final conquest.
[Of such a massive hellish origin, the most intractable and deadly element is not the violent energy itself, but the crimson stain that seeps into the very core of every strand of energy, like a malignant tumor.]
This corruption originates from the most fundamental malice and chaos of the will of hell; it is a curse, a whisper, a poison powerful enough to corrupt and twist even the most steadfast and sacred soul.
Even if a true god of ordinary order is tainted by even a trace of it, it requires a long period of careful purification; the slightest carelessness will result in the tarnishing of their divine status and the destruction of their future.
[Especially at this moment, the collective will of Hell has fallen into a near-manic state of non-cooperation due to the drastic loss of its source, making it extremely dangerous.]
Although He cannot directly resist your devouring, He has concentrated all His malice and resistance into this scarlet stain, increasing its activity, toxicity, and stubbornness by more than a hundredfold.
Even for the supreme true gods standing at the pinnacle of the universe, and even for those ancient beings who have touched the threshold of transcendence, completely refining such a massive and hostile source under such unfavorable conditions would be no easy task.
This will undoubtedly be a protracted and extremely dangerous tug-of-war, requiring considerable effort and sacrifice.
[However, all of this seems so insignificant, even simple, to you, the ultimate true god.] [This is not arrogance, but based on fundamental truth.]
[Because, in a most fundamental sense, long before you ignited your divine fire and became a true god, even before you embarked on the path of the ultimate, as an ultimate demigod, the primal power related to crimson was already one of the tools you frequently wielded.]
Your foundation, your divinity, every inch of your flesh and soul, were forged in the process of dancing and fighting against various extreme forces.
[Regarding this crimson stain that terrifies even the gods, you not only possess near-absolute resistance originating from the very essence of life, but also, over countless years, have long since grasped the core principles governing its operation.]
[For you, it is less like poison and more like a potent tonic that your body can perfectly absorb and utilize.]
Furthermore, the supreme divine power you wield possesses inherent characteristics of contamination and assimilation; its domineering and absolute nature far surpasses even the Crimson Origin.
Wherever your divine power passes, it is not a simple matter of destruction or purification, but rather a forceful and irreversible collapse and reshaping of the rules governing all things and phenomena toward the ultimate path you have defined.
The Crimson Power attempts to confuse you, while your Ultimate Power inherently demands absolute order.
[An extreme and pure order that belongs only to you.]
When two forces collide, the superiority of one over the other is immediately apparent.
[The crimson stain not only fails to shake the foundation of your divinity, but the moment it touches the realm of your ultimate divine power, it is suppressed and analyzed by a higher and more fundamental power of rules, and then forcibly incorporated into your system, transforming into resources to propel your cultivation forward.]
Therefore, what appears to others as a perilous and life-or-death ordeal is, for you, a thoroughly enjoyable feast and a grand banquet of enlightenment.
[In this time, which has been carved out by the vast expanse of time, your soul remains in a mysterious state of extreme activity and extreme tranquility.]
The passage of time outside seems to have lost its meaning; your entire being is immersed in digesting and comprehending the vast and profound origins of hell.
Each strand of refined crimson essence is like a fragment carrying the secrets of countless eras of hell, perhaps imprinted with the mad roar of an ancient demon god before its fall.
[Perhaps it records the ripples of rules that occurred when a certain layer of hell was born, or perhaps it contains a unique law formed from some extreme sinful emotion...]
[Under your will, these fragments were ruthlessly shattered and reassembled by the ultimate divine power. Their useful essence was extracted meticulously, and it was mutually verified and integrated with your ultimate divine path.]
[The very essence of hell, the core of this vast world that embodies countless extreme negative concepts, ironically becomes the best mirror reflecting your own extreme path.]
【you!】
[Founder of the Red Heart Society!]
[Becoming stronger!] (End of Chapter)