Fear, endless fear!
When Chaos uttered the cry of "Primordial Beginning," the entire void seemed to distort.
Not to mention the three mortals in the museum who were all bristling with anger, even the giant skull watching everything from outside the void couldn't sit still!
[Death] appeared directly above the [Memory] Treasury. Facing the giant hand of [Chaos], whose divine power was gathering and whose authority was gradually being restored, He did not hesitate to take out the [Death] Scythe, which was adorned with divinity.
The situation instantly turned to freezing point, while the void was boiling violently. A divine war was about to break out, and whether the fuse could be lit depended entirely on what Chaos wanted to do.
However, Chaos also doesn't know what He wants to do.
He is the collection of all disorder in the world, the helpless cry of the lost after the curtain falls on civilization, and the powerless lament of the awakened at the beginning of chaos.
He only knows that the Origin created Him, and this is the only connection between Him and the world. He wants to get closer to the Origin.
[Deception] promised Him that as long as He replaced [Order], He could see [The Beginning].
He agreed, but what about now?
[Fraud] is gone, [Original Source] is gone, and the plan to take their place has failed. So what should we do next?
The will that resonated with the lost took the upper hand for a moment, making the chaos even more chaotic. When the giant, yellowish hand saw the approaching death and sensed an unusual danger, it was shocked and enraged, so it transformed into a palm and slammed directly towards the Fishbone Hall.
However, with his divine power just restored, he was no match for Death, who had long held the divine position. With a mere wave of his divine scythe, he deflected the attack of the giant yellow hand and cleaved all the chaotic yellow mist in the void in two!
"boom--"
As the power of death swept through, a chasm that could never be closed suddenly split open in the void. From that abyss-like rift, green flames burst forth, enough to burn everything away, instantly scorching the surrounding chaotic yellow mist.
"Why!
Why is it "death"?
I do not want to see death, I want to see the primordial origin!
"[Yuan Chu], come out and see me!"
The massive, yellowish hand let out a deafening roar, its voice a mixture of sorrow and rage, filled with a cacophony that drove one mad. This chaotic sound might not affect death, but it caused the three unfortunate souls in the library to cover their heads and kneel on the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
Even though Li Wufang possessed the power of [Order], he couldn't withstand the "contamination" from the gods. He knew that this audience would go far, but he didn't expect that the "Order" being presented to him would not perish on the spot, but instead fight with another god.
"Boss, I can't take it anymore, please purify me..."
"This is divine sound, the roar of [Chaos]! Do you think it's just a trick of [Chaos] cultists, that it can be purified...?"
Cheng Shi was also rolling around. Before the divine power, everyone was equal. Under the gaze of [death], he might not die, but that didn't mean he wouldn't suffer.
"It's worth a try. What if His divine power has only recently recovered and he's not as powerful as we imagine..."
"Endure it!" Cheng Shi gritted his teeth and endured it, saying nothing more.
Li Jingming, who was rolling to the side, didn't look very presentable either, but after hearing Cheng Shi's words, a slight smile still appeared on his lips. This was the only bit of fun in this torment.
The struggle between chaos and death continues. The clash between the two gods is quite significant, but compared to the previous civil war of nothingness, it is merely a drop in the ocean.
The power of [Chaos] had not reached its peak, and [Death] had not gone all out. It simply kept swinging its scythe to cut off the opponent's power reaching towards the [Memory] repository, and kept a close eye on the opponent's words and actions to avoid attracting the "gaze" from beyond the universe.
The giant skull didn't take the weakened "chaos" seriously; what it was truly wary of were the unexpected and unknown events from the real universe.
No one can be sure whether the cry of [Chaos] will attract the attention of [Primordial], and although [Death] thinks it won't, in this abstract age, He dares not gamble.
They especially dare not gamble when they are already in the presence of others.
In this way, the confrontation between the two gods becomes like a play on a stage, with one improvising without any rules, while the other is on high alert, fearing that he might lose his composure.
If this insane scene had happened at any other time, Cheng Shi would have just been laughing so hard he was pounding the ground. But now, even though he was laughing so hard he was pounding the ground, there was no smile on his face, only pain and contortion.
However, beneath this pain and distortion, a shrewdness was still hidden on the Joker's face.
Even so, he was still assessing the current situation and had seen through the absurd nature of this divine war.
The chaotic yellow mist surging towards the top of the library didn't look like it was being reassembled after the [Chaos] will regained its senses; rather, it looked like someone was continuously "sending" this [Chaos] power back to them.
And who else could do this besides [Fraud], who has long held the throne of [Chaos]?
This is a very delicate time point. Returning everything to [Chaos] when [Chaos] is in a state of clarity is a very delicate matter. Who would believe that Lezi God didn't have a plan?
Cheng Shi hadn't forgotten that his identity as the [Chaos] Envoy was something that [Chaos], who was about to become [Order], had "personally acknowledged"!
Is it possible that this very similar scene is exactly what the God of Joy wants to see?
My plan paid off!
A glint of light flashed in Cheng Shi's eyes. Just then, the returning chaotic yellow mist reached its peak density.
The chaos of regaining lost power suddenly brought clarity, and the will briefly shifted from the confused to the clear-headed.
He withdrew all his divine power and quietly retreated, putting some distance between himself and Death. Looking at the dazzling divinity on the Scythe of Death, Chaos remained silent, only laughing maniacally.
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