Chapter 777
The Banner of Loyalty Will Shine Through the Ages
The extremes of hell, its crimson purity, and the power of authority all inspire and refine your path from the opposite perspective.
[You witness another way of operating within chaos; you experience the twisted yet undeniably real drive of desire deep within evil; you feel the deepest tremors and resilience of the soul that pain can ignite.]
All of this is not about good or evil, but about the essence of existence and power.
[Benefited by the unique mirror of Hell's origin, your already unparalleled path to divinity has become increasingly clear, increasingly solid, and increasingly profound and expansive.]
[Like a glorious road that continuously absorbs nourishment from everything along its path and expands itself, with no end in sight.]
Finally, in a fleeting moment of profound enlightenment, it all seemed to fall into place naturally, or as if a flash of inspiration cleaved through the chaos.
A sensation of touch unlike anything you've ever felt arises from the deepest recesses of your soul.
[You sensed it in your mind's eye: ahead of the divine path that seemed to stretch to the horizon, an invisible yet undeniably real barrier had appeared.]
[Or rather, it's a bottleneck concerning a fundamental leap forward.]
It is not an obstacle, but rather a threshold that marks a higher realm.
[Simply sensing its existence elevates your understanding of your own power and your knowledge of the rules of the universe to a completely new level.]
An incredibly strong premonition is stirring within you.
Once you gather all your divine soul, divinity, and divine power, along with all the insights into power accumulated over the past ten thousand years, you can use your supreme will to break through and ultimately overcome this bottleneck.
[Then, the leap you will achieve will surpass the imagination of ordinary true gods and even those beyond human comprehension.]
[You vaguely glimpse the scenery after breaking through the barrier, and the level and quality of the authority and power you will wield may rival the will of the spirit realm, which is almost at the pinnacle of the universe.]
That means you will no longer be confined to being a powerful individual deity, but rather, to some extent, possess a near-phenomenal, ultimate existence with the vast power of a top-tier great world!
[Once this thought arises, it will burn like wildfire in your heart.]
If one truly reaches that level, even in ordinary circumstances, one would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with an existence like the will of the spirit realm.
If the situation becomes critical, forcing you to burn everything, reach the pinnacle of power, and briefly step into an ultimate battle stance that transcends the ordinary.
Then, the immense power you unleash will be enough to surpass even the will of a single, unified world.
Even facing the combined might of Hell, the Spirit Realm, and other unknown supreme worlds, you possess absolute confidence in your ability to defeat them, even utterly crush them!
That would be a true victory!
A domineering aura, surveying the world and controlling destiny, surges powerfully within you, accompanied by an unprecedented unwavering belief in your own path.
[You seem to already see that when you take that final step, the entire boundless universe, whether in the realm of light or the realm of darkness, whether in the land of living beings or the forbidden zones, will be enveloped by your radiance and power.]
The name of Loyalty will no longer be merely a title or a banner, but will become the sole order in this vast universe.
[And also, its final resting place!]
A loyal and devoted will will become the will of all realms.
The banner of unwavering loyalty will surely be planted in every inch of time and space, fluttering eternally in the winds of all dimensions and all laws!
In June of the year 20000 of the Extraordinary Calendar, above the Spirit Realm, chains of law cascaded down like a golden waterfall, illuminating the entire void as if a divine kingdom had descended.
The Lord of Death stands in the core hall of the spirit realm, a supreme throne built from the bones of countless beings, bearing the weight of tens of thousands of years of war fought for the spirit realm.
At this moment, He slowly opened His palm, and the five essences of authority, like dancing stars, flowed between His withered fingers. This was His ultimate bargaining chip, earned through countless moments of life and death; it was the testament to His achievements, etched stroke by stroke with divine blood and bone as ink in this great battle that swept across the heavens.
Despite this massive battle, He had no significant impact on the wars between the great worlds.
[The fact that they could block the gods of the Red Heart Society, injure several true gods of the Red Heart Society, and destroy several divine military legions is already an immense achievement.]
So, He came!
The embodiment of the spirit realm's will manifested in the void; it was a halo woven from pure laws, faceless, emotionless, possessing only unchanging justice.
Under the watchful eyes of countless deities, the gazes pierced through layers of void, focusing on this hall.
Some were envious, some were jealous, and some secretly clenched their fists.
Resources in the spirit world are always limited; every outflow of authority and source means the loss of opportunity for other competitors.
But the Lord of Death doesn't care; He has waited for this moment for far too long.
When the primordial authority transformed into five streams of light and entered His chest, the entire spirit world trembled, as if ancient gears had finally meshed into their correct positions.
The next moment, the Lord of Death made a move that everyone had anticipated.
[Sacrifice!]
[He unhesitatingly threw the very source of power He had just acquired into the altar of the void.]
Golden flames shot skyward; they were not flames of destruction, but torches of sublimation.
However, at this moment, the will of the spirit realm did not erupt in fury or howl. Instead, it extended its power to form a protective shield, like a mother's hand covering a child's forehead—gentle yet irresistible.
The supreme rules, those supreme decrees that transcend ordinary laws, manifested as tangible patterns in the void, like a vast net, enveloping the Lord of Death entirely.
A Journey of Transcendence!
Right now!
And so, the transformation began.
The Lord of Death's divine body disintegrated within the web of rules, only to reassemble itself in the process.
His bones became the eternal foundation upon which the concept of death rests, and His blood flowed as the tributaries of the underworld.
[His will, like a sword drawn from its sheath, through countless tears and reshapings, finally severed the shackles of divinity on the self.]
When the last ray of light from the rules entered His brow, the entire concept of death in the spirit world paused, as if in worship of a newborn king.
The Lord of Death is born!
He slowly opened his eyes. The flickering soul fire in his pupils was gone, replaced by a profound emptiness—a detachment that transcended the boundaries of life and death, and the absolute freedom of finally taking control of himself.
[The divine will was once His shackles, an instinct He had to obey.]
Now, those shackles are shattered, shattered completely.
[He has regained his free will!] (End of Chapter)