Chapter 72: Underworld

The intense force of convergence gave the Dragon of Imagination's body a strong sense of being torn apart; both of its bodies had the illusion of being completely shredded and devoured by the Chaos Sea.

Convergence is an instinct, and just as He said, for the Dragon of Imagination, that one is irresistible.

The force of convergence had even begun to tear at the Characteristics within His body, rushing toward the Ancient Sun God!

This was even worse than the Dragon of Imagination's initial judgment; He had absolutely no ability to resist in front of the complete Ancient Sun God.

"Many things were destined long ago." Chumen looked at the Dragon of Imagination, who was completely trapped by the Chaos Sea, and shook his head slightly.

The Ancient Sun God could have killed the Dragon of Imagination at the same time as the Elf King, but ultimately spent some effort to guide things to the current situation.

The biggest reason for this was not the Dragon of Imagination's own abilities, nor even the worry that other Ancient Gods would interfere, but the "Original God" Himself.

He was the God closest to that one, and knew best how great the power of the "Original God" was.

This was also a disparity in information, causing all the Ancient Gods to fall into the Ancient Sun God's schemes.

The Ancient Sun God was simply unwilling to face a Dragon of Imagination that had truly gone mad and awakened the will of the "Original God."

After all, such a situation was too dangerous and could very likely lead to the "Original God" awakening within Him.

Therefore, He needed to give the Dragon of Imagination a glimmer of hope, luring Him into falling for the strike of Illusion Dream.

Now it seems everything is perfect.

The Ancient Sun God gently raised His hands and pressed down slowly.

The entire Chaos Sea surged indescribably; at the same time, the power of the three Pathways already controlled by the Ancient Sun God all entered the Chaos Sea.

Splash!

Chumen immediately moved far away from the surging Chaos Sea.

The current Chaos Sea was excessively active, with formless and qualityless seawater surging out from the depths of the earth, arriving in this illusory world.

It was as if the tides of the true ocean were rising and falling; it seemed that even the Chaos Sea realized it was time for "resurrection."

"Roar!" The Dragon of Imagination struggled crazily, but everything was in vain; He sank deeper and deeper into the Chaos Sea, and it was already impossible to break free.

Chumen did not want to watch this Ancient God's final struggle and jumped directly onto the City of Miracles.

"Boom!"

The City of Miracles was already collapsing.

Having lost the enhancement of the Dragon of Imagination's "Imagination" Authority, the City of Miracles naturally could not be maintained; it was becoming faint and finally returned to its original appearance.

"Illusion Dream!" Chumen acted directly to pull all the Dragons into an Illusion Dream; most of them would be kept in the Creator Kingdom, either becoming Characteristics or becoming "protected animals."

But Chumen also let go of one very special Dragon.

That was the "Dragon of Wisdom," Herabogen.

"He is a mole." Sasriel swapped places with the main body, managing to break free from the battle with the Dragon of Imagination; He appeared beside Chumen, looking at this fallen City of Miracles.

The Ancient Sun God's previous prophecy had also come true; today was the day the City of Miracles would fall.

"Your Grace Dark Angel, Your Grace Dream Angel." The Dragon of Wisdom's massive dragon head looked at Sasriel and Chumen, its body gradually changing, transforming into a normal human.

His external appearance was that of an old man with white hair and beard; his eyes were the most special, with brass-colored pupils that flickered with a faint light, as if able to see through all of a person's secrets.

He was a "Wisdom Angel."

"Hello, Herabogen." Chumen nodded in a friendly manner; this was another colleague of his for the next nearly thousand years.

Moreover, this colleague was extremely skilled at picking sides, worthy of being called an "Erwulong"; this title sounded very promising, and it was the most suitable for surviving in the world of Mysteries.

"Your mission was completed very well." Sasriel looked at Herabogen and nodded with satisfaction.

"Everything lies in the Lord's protection, and I merely spoke what I saw." If even one of those was missing, Herabogen would have been unable to say those words in front of the Dragon of Imagination and would have only been cruelly killed by the Dragon of Imagination.

"You have obtained redemption through repentance and sanctification through redemption, which is the exact opposite of those who ate the fruit of sin and fell to the earth." Sasriel said this in a chanting tone.

The next instant, drops of chaos-colored seawater seemed to drill out from the ground and fall onto Herabogen.

This was a favor from the Chaos Sea similar to that of Medici and the others.

"From today on, you shall be the Wisdom Angel under my Lord's throne!"

"May your wisdom forever shine upon my Lord's believers."

"Thank you for the Lord's favor!" Herabogen knelt on one knee, bowing his head to Sasriel to show submission.

This would be another classic scene recorded in history.

"The Giant side is probably almost there too; can you make it in time?" After placing the City of Miracles in the Creator Kingdom, Chumen asked Sasriel.

"I am not in a hurry; for now, I have only obtained the Characteristic and have not truly merged with it." Sasriel responded, "You can summon me at any time."

The "I" here was the Ancient Sun God.

"Good!" Chumen nodded gently; he could not rest yet.

The plan had reached its climax, which was bound to be like a violent storm, arriving suddenly; before all the schemes were put into practice, this trend would not stop.

Chumen did not say anything more, but instead Roamed directly into the depths of the Spirit World; he was still very busy, and he had to coordinate the schemes everywhere.

He arrived in the Spirit World and, without needing to search at all, saw two Ancient Gods locked in a fierce battle in the Underworld.

The Phoenix occupied the absolute upper hand, but ultimately lost the initiative; the rules of the Underworld were destroyed, and it was also invaded by the Twilight of the Giant King's Court; now, it would take a long time for the Phoenix and the peak-state Giant King to determine a winner.

The battle between the Giant Race and the undead creatures had reached a white-hot stage, and large-scale casualties had begun to appear.

None of these were what Chumen was concerned with; he avoided the center of the battlefield and stood on the land of the Underworld, able to feel a dangerous aura beneath his feet.

"River of Eternal Darkness..."

Chumen raised his brows slightly; Source Quality was still quite intimidating to him, and the water of the River of Eternal Darkness had the characteristic of "Sleep."

This seemed to exist specifically to target him.

"You have come..." A faint voice entered Chumen's ears; it was Amanises.

The power of Hidden established a mystical connection with him following Chumen's identity as a Night Pontiff.

"I need you to send me into the underground once." Amanises's words made Chumen somewhat surprised.

"You should know what is down there; it is very dangerous to approach with your current level," Chumen reminded.

"That is why I need you, my Pope..." the faint voice reminded Chumen.

The believers of Deep Darkness City had not seen their Pope for nearly a hundred years!

"Uh..." Chumen knew he was in the wrong, and after weighing it, he realized that if he did not enter the true river water directly, the risk would be significant, but still acceptable.

"Fine." Under the guidance of Hidden, Chumen arrived beside Amanises, her faint figure taking shape from the air.