Chapter 1489

Some previously very minor laws might also continue to grow stronger, becoming laws capable of supporting a Supreme Deity-level existence.

For example, the Forge Law.

The Forge Law used to be unable to support a Supreme Deity-level existence because it was too weak; if a Law Lord wanted to become a Supreme Deity by relying on the Forge Law… even if they managed it, that Supreme Deity's strength would likely be no more than that of the Lords of the Seven Seas.

But now, after the Heavenly Realm has grown stronger, the Forge Law can support a Supreme Deity-level existence.

The Law Lords of the Heavenly Realm reacted differently to Venerable Tianlan's attempt to become a Supreme Deity.

Many Law Lords felt a sense of reassurance.

Because this showed that the Flame Lord would not suppress the Heavenly Realm's prosperity as the Nine Supreme Deities once did.

For these Law Lords, this was the best news possible.

This at least meant they had hope!

Not like in the countless past years, when a mighty Law Lord could only hide like a rat for eons, seeing no hope at all, and suffering unbearable… oppression!

"Flame Lord, someone is attempting to become a Supreme Deity again—it's Venerable Tianlan, the Flame Lord's disciple."

While the Law Lords of the Heavenly Realm were discussing Venerable Tianlan's attempt to become a Supreme Deity, in the Divine Realm of the Light Lord, the War Lord spoke in a low voice.

For these tens of thousands of years, the War Lord had nearly gone mad from pent-up frustration.

In fact, over countless eons, the War Lord rarely left his own Divine Realm.

But the mood was completely different.

Back then, the War Lord, along with the other Eight Supreme Deities, controlled the fates of countless deities in the Heavenly Realm, daily looking down upon all beings with supreme detachment—his mindset was naturally good.

Now, though only tens of thousands of years have passed, the War Lord has been forced to hide within his Divine Realm, his source of faith severed; though his accumulated faith power meant tens of thousands of years' worth meant little to him.

But a Supreme Deity, forced to hide so deeply… this oppression… was about to make the War Lord explode!

It's like some shut-ins who, when idle, can stay home for months without stepping out, happily playing games and watching videos every day.

But if an external force forces these shut-ins to stay indoors for a month, they'll fall ill from stuffiness.

What you choose for yourself and what is forced upon you are two entirely different concepts!

The War Lord is now in exactly this situation.

Hmm, not just the War Lord.

The Thunder Lord is the same.

"This is a good thing."

The Thunder Lord said.

"Yes, it's a good thing."

The Light Lord spoke up.

"Once Venerable Tianlan opens this door, other Law Lords will likely find it impossible to resist—some may hold out for a year or two, a hundred or a thousand years, but beyond ten thousand years, some Law Lord will inevitably beg the Flame Lord for permission; the Flame Lord, revered as the Lord of the Heavenly Realm by its deities, will likely not oppose this trend—then, Supreme Deities will arise one after another, the Heavenly Realm will flourish further, and the Flame Lord will draw closer to that step."

Here, the Light Lord paused, as if recalling his own experience from countless eons ago.

A flicker of barely perceptible fear passed through his gaze—as if that encounter from countless eons ago had left him with unimaginable psychological trauma.

The Light Lord concealed it well; the Thunder Lord and others did not notice this flicker of fear.

"The closer he draws to that step, the faster his Day of Death will arrive."

After concealing that flicker of fear, the Light Lord spoke in a low voice.

"Damn it!"

From the Abyss, the Abyss Lord's roar echoed again.

Not only the Light Lord and others felt oppressed.

The Abyss Lord felt oppressed too!

The Light Lord and others still believed they held hope enough to turn the tide, each feeling confident of victory, so temporary oppression was nothing.

The Abyss Lord was truly about to burst from pent-up frustration.

Especially the Lord of Despair—rumor says he roared inside his Divine Realm for hundreds of years.

Lin Yan has descended to harvest four times: one small harvest, three major ones.

And as Abyss Lords, they lack even the courage to go out and fight!

Once, the Lord of Despair prepared to kill a large number of Demon Gods early, to ruin Lin Yan's plans.

But the moment he left his Divine Realm, he sensed Lin Yan's arrival—terrified, he immediately hid, then smashed his own Divine Realm into ruins!

Poor baby!

"Roar, Zhimifeier, how much longer must we endure?"

The Lord of Despair, consumed by rage, was nearly going insane.

No—he himself was the greatest demon; he couldn't even become a demon.

It was just too hard.

The Lord of Conspiracy, Zhimifeier, gazed toward the Heavenly Realm, his expression terrifyingly dark: "What's the rush? If you can't hold back, go kill him now."

"Roar, Zhimifeier, I'll kill you, smash your Divine Realm!"

The Lord of Despair roared and charged toward Zhimifeier.

"Madman."

Zhimifeier had no intention of fighting him—he waved his hand and expelled the Lord of Despair from his Divine Realm.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

The Lord of Despair roared endlessly through the Abyssal Chasms; even the strange lifeforms within the chasms, which even Demon Gods found troublesome, hid tightly, fearing to anger him.

A month passed quickly.

Upon learning that it was Venerable Tianlan attempting to become a Supreme Deity, not a single Law Lord in the Heavenly Realm entertained any other thought.

In short, this attempt by Venerable Tianlan to become a Supreme Deity was remarkably smooth, with zero interference.

For a month, Venerable Tianlan continued to imprint her soul upon the Law of Wind; she still had some time before completing this step.

Lin Yan once again arrived at the region where the shadow had appeared multiple times.

The Time Rule has reached 100%; it is finally time to test what has changed.

Soon, Lin Yan learned what differed when the Time Rule reached 100%.

There were mainly three changes.

First, the duration of time rewind increased again—from the initial ten minutes to two hours now, a rise of more than tenfold.

Second, the divine power required for time rewind decreased manyfold, saving Lin Yan considerable strength.

Third, the duration of time slow also increased—it now lasts a full 14,330 seconds, and its effect has strengthened, rising from dozens of times slower to nearly a thousandfold.

That is, when Lin Yan activates time slow, all other life in this world moves a thousand times slower than he does.

Such a powerful effect further weakens the resistance of ordinary main gods before Lin Yan; even that shadow would be riddled with openings under such a high time-slow ratio.

There may be other changes, but Lin Yan has not yet uncovered them.

After all, only through continuous use of the Time Rule can one master all its properties.

"Let's begin."

Lin Yan initiated rewind once more in the region where the shadow had appeared dozens of times.

Last time, Lin Yan had spent over a thousand drops of divine power, nearly reaching the dawn of the world's creation.

This time, Lin Yan spent far less—only a hundred or so drops of divine power—to rewind back to the previous rewind point, then continued further forward.

After spending another dozen drops, Lin Yan could rewind no further.

These dozens of drops of main god power, before the Time Rule reached 100%, would have equaled hundreds of drops.

"Has it reached the dawn of the world's creation?"

Lin Yan whispered.

At this moment, Lin Yan's divine power began consuming rapidly once more.

It seemed the pit Lin Yan had dug was too deep—he had reached the dawn of the world's creation, and rewinding to that point had triggered some taboo, causing backlash, hence the rapid drain.

In a short time, Lin Yan's ten thousand drops of divine power vanished, and the drain continued swiftly.

At this rate, in mere minutes, all of Lin Yan's divine power would be exhausted.

Lin Yan quickly rewound slightly backward, exiting the point of the world's dawn; the divine power drain slowed.

"Huh? What's that?"

After rewinding backward, Lin Yan noticed—this region at that time seemed… different!