Chapter 137: The Feminine Side of the

Now Salinger has decided to truly become the "God of Death," completely seizing Grejary's Authority of Death, which is what caused the contingency Grejary left behind to erupt, intending to drag Salinger into the river.

Once such a scheme succeeds, the one who awakens will be the Phoenix Ancestor!

"Grejary?!" Salinger's brows were tightly furrowed, but there was also a feeling of a stone finally falling to the ground.

Only They, who share the same "God of Death" Pathway, know just how hard it is to kill someone of their own Pathway.

For this, Salinger was also prepared!

Salinger leaped up violently, his human body beginning to change; white feathers covered in stains grew all over his body, the flesh and blood of his arms squirmed to become wings, and his legs merged into one, slowly elongating.

In just a few moments, Salinger had transformed into a feathered serpent the size of an island!

He had massive scales of a dark, greenish-black hue, and between the gaps grew feathers stained with pale yellow pus, each feather connected by illusory black tubes to an unknowable darkness.

The feathered serpent's eyes burned with pale flames, and on its face was Salinger's bronze-colored, deeply-featured face.

The feathered serpent spread a pair of exaggerated and thick wings behind it, roaring as it collided with the Phoenix already trapped in the river!

To resist the absolute suppression that a high-sequence existence of the "God of Death" Pathway exerts over a low-sequence one, Salinger changed his own Mythical Creature Form, facing the Phoenix Ancestor with a brand-new posture.

On the other side, after killing Salinger, Cheek jumped directly back into the Space of the "River of Eternal Darkness" that could hide her.

Almost simultaneously, a pillar of Purification light that covered nearly half of the Southern Continent crashed down!

The pillar of Purification forcibly pinned down the entire turbulent continent, Chumen's true body instantly roamed here, and the "Authority of Reality" turned all the terrifying disasters occurring into Dream Fantasy Bubbles.

"The ritual of the God of Death?!" Chumen's brows were slightly knit, but looking at the situation, Salinger was likely already completely dead, having completed the first half of the ritual.

"And Cheek's 'Doomsday' aura!" Chumen recognized Cheek's, understanding everything that had happened here.

After smoothing out the disaster on the spot, Chumen did not leave immediately; the situation in the Northern Continent had already gradually cleared up, and there was no need for him to participate.

It is unknown how much time passed, but Chumen suddenly looked up, sensing a condensation of power.

He had seen similar power in the Phoenix Ancestor.

That was pale death, and also a concept taking on a tangible form.

At this moment, all things that could become spirits or undead felt that their god was born.

The power of death caused anomalies in countless graveyards across the world, and an unknown number of corpses that had died but not yet stiffened broke out of their coffins to kowtow to that "Death."

"Adam?" For some reason, the first person to appear in Chumen's mind was actually Adam.

"What kind of mischief is He up to again?"

The matter of the "God of Death" becoming a god seems to have nothing to do with Him, but, well, as a Spectator, those who know, know.

……

"He really appeared again." Cheek returned to the dark space that hid her, "Only he is different from the rest."

Other True Gods might choose to save believers due to issues like "Anchors" or "faith," but only he saves humans.

During the Great Cataclysm back then, the first thing he did was save people.

"Dream Fantasy……" A cold, chilling voice suddenly flashed through Cheek's mind.

She turned her head, and a gray-white cloud composed of bones appeared out of thin air in this space, causing violent turbulence in the "River of Eternal Darkness" below.

It was Salinger, who had truly become the "God of Death"!

Perhaps His more than a thousand years of preparation had paid off; He had buried the Phoenix Ancestor for the second time, completely pinning it into the "River of Eternal Darkness," merging with the concept of "Death" to become the "God of Death."

Even because of the existence of the Phoenix Ancestor's mental imprint, His state was actually quite good.

"It's your turn to fulfill your promise." Cheek remained cold and arrogant before the "God of Death."

"No rush." Salinger slowly shook his head, "Wait for me to adapt to my state."

"No!" Cheek stared fixedly at Salinger, her long, viper-like hair pointing toward this newly ascended "God of Death."

Cheek had no fear of the "God of Death," and even had the intention of coming to blows at the slightest disagreement.

"What madness are you spouting?!" Salinger's expression stiffened, and a dangerous, death-gray luster flickered in his eyes.

"I want to become the 'Primordial' at the fastest speed!" Cheek did not retreat in the slightest, looking straight at the "God of Death."

The two strategic allies who had just been cooperating seamlessly were suddenly on the verge of a major fight.

"……" Salinger's death-gray eyes looked at Cheek, and he asked again the question he had asked once before.

"What did Adam tell you? Tell me, and I will help you hold the god-ascension ritual at the fastest speed."

"……To approach 'Dream Fantasy,' one must lean toward the 'Original'!" Cheek was silent for a moment, speaking softly, also giving this "God of Death" Majesty sufficient respect.

"And the 'Primordial' is the most important step for me to lean toward the 'Original'."

"The 'Original Creator'?!"" The "God of Death" thought of many things in an instant, about the legendary "Original Creator," about "Dream Fantasy," and about the "Primordial."

"You're crazy!" The "God of Death" squeezed this sentence out from between his teeth.

"I have merely given up the suppression of the will within my body; only in this way can I get closer to the 'Primordial'."

"I will be the feminine side of the 'Original,' letting certain traits of His awaken within me……"

"Only in this way can I become equal in status to Dream Fantasy, and have the qualifications to hold him in my hands!"

Cheek laughed with a hint of madness, her long, viper-like hair dancing behind her, and something eerie appeared on Cheek, making Salinger's expression grave as well.

A mysterious symbol appeared silently on Cheek's smooth forehead.

That was the symbol representing the "Primordial," and also the feminine side of that "Original Creator."

The appearance of this symbol made Cheek's eyes increasingly terrifying, yet Cheek herself maintained a distinct self-awareness in an extremely eerie way.

"Truly a madwoman." Salinger suddenly sighed, "However, the difficulty of your god-ascension ritual will likely drop to the minimum."

Even according to the current situation, if we wait another few years, once a certain will within Cheek's body awakens to a certain degree, the Characteristics within her body will naturally aggregate, and she will become the "Primordial Witch."

The ultimate goal of the god-ascension ritual is to stabilize the state of the consumer and maintain self-awareness to resist the influence of the Potion.

And under the premise of not resisting, the only remaining function of the ritual is to allow the Characteristics within the body to complete a qualitative change.

"Fine, I will help you become the 'Primordial'." Salinger nodded slightly, deciding to fulfill his promise to help Cheek advance to the "Primordial Witch," which would be a relatively long process.