The confrontation between the God of Light and the Master of Order happened near the Wheel of Order, far from everyone else. Even the gods who had been able to prepare themselves because they had heard the conversation between these two masters were unable to rush over in time. Therefore, no one could personally witness the situation of the battle.
But as the two masters continued to exchange blows, everyone else could feel nothing but their intermittently palpitating hearts.
That was a confrontation between two masters who held the highest level of power in this vast world, nearest to the core of the source of the world. Their battle had shaken the source of the world, which in turn, had affected the entire world.
Although this kind of effect was not significant, the shock that it brought the gods was unprecedented.
At this moment, those gods who still had some doubts about the power of the God of Light were finally convinced.
Honestly speaking, earlier on when the palm of the God of Light was eventually intercepted by Sui Xiong, who was also doing all that he could, there were indeed many gods who were skeptical of how powerful the God of Light actually was—this was a battle of a greater Divine Power against a great Divine Power where one finger was supposedly enough for the former to finish off the latter in mere seconds. But how could a blow from an entire palm of the God of Light fail to kill Sui Xiong? Not only that, the blow was received so steadily and did not even bombard into the ground?
Although Sui Xiong was miserably wounded, the knowing eyes of many gods could see that his injuries did not involve his “divinity,” something important that the gods possessed. It was nothing more than this physical body that sustained heavy injuries.
For the gods, what was the big deal about their bodies having physical injuries? At most, they would have to change to new bodies. Though it was more troublesome that changing clothes, it was no trouble at all.
Sui Xiong could only come to terms with such a price when he received the blow of the palm of the God of Light. This proved that he himself was very powerful, and it also made everyone doubt the capability of the God of Light. The others would question the fact of whether the God of Light had actually attained the level that a “greater Divine Power” should reach.
The scene where the enchantment of the Main Plane was shattered by the God of Light might have been amazing, but Sui Xiong was also not restricted by the enchantment. There were always exceptions, or perhaps the God of Light had simply found a weakness of the great enchantment…
But now that the battle between the God of Light and the Master of Order had commenced, all rumors and speculations were immediately dispelled. His power was completely apparent to all.
As a god, the most basic requirement was always to have a mind that worked. Even if one was too slow in sensing the turmoil of the source of the world, he would at least have to understand what it meant to be able to fight against the Master of Order for such a long period.
Back in the years when the God of Justice challenged the Master of God, he was immediately sent flying away in one hit. The entire process did not exceed a mere second.
But now, the battle between the God of Light and the Master of Order had lasted a good few minutes.
At least, this proved one point—the God of Light’s power was indeed on the same level as that of the Master of Order. Perhaps he had yet to be as strong as the Master of Order, but at least, he existed on a completely different level as compared to the other challengers.
At that time, many gods who did not have good relationships with the Human God System were secretly distressed. The more courageous ones began deliberating on where they should flee to, while the more cowardly ones immediately considered how they should surrender and beg for mercy and still look dignified when doing so.
And at this point in time, Sui Xiong also finally finished his recovery.
The intense pain he felt was completely gone. At this moment, he was no longer suffering. On the contrary, his body felt even lighter than before. After spurting out so much blood, he did not feel like he had been injured. Instead, he seemed to have ridden himself of a great burden.
Gazing down at the forest that looked so strange upon being stained by that golden-green blood, he could not help recalling a line from a particular advertisement.
Dispelling toxins, feeling light and easy…
No, no, no! This was too evil. It was not right; it was simply disgusting…
Sui Xiong was secretly muttering all these incoherent things in his mind. His tentacles were waving about, tearing and cracking the void space as he rushed straight towards the Positive Plane of the Ring of the World.
The duel between the two greater Divine Powers, the Master of Order and the God of Light, should not be missed. It would be a great pity to miss it!
He had barely taken a step out. Yet before he could even take a firm footing, he felt someone pulling him. That strength clearly came from his big brother, Yorgaardman.
So he did not resist at all. He was then dragged across countless worlds and arrived somewhere that was not far from the Wheel of Order.
Yorgaardman was one of the strongest among all the powerful gods. He had also challenged the Wheel of Order before, so he could be said to be familiar with his way around here. This was also why he was one of the earliest to arrive near the battlefield to watch the fight.
He had also been dividing part of his attention to keep a watch over Sui Xiong’s condition. Seeing that Sui Xiong had recovered, he also dragged Sui Xiong over to watch the battle.
A greater Divine Power against another greater Divine Power. Such a battle was something any god who was in pursuit of greatness who definitely not miss!
The duo stood a great distance away from the Wheel of Order and watched that battle from afar.
There was something strange about the battlefield. The exchange of blows between the two greater Divine Powers was not the same as how the common gods fought, which was a reciprocal way of dealing blows. There was no sense of continuity at all. At times, several moves were sent out together, at times both sides would be motionless. It was like a video that was hastily put together in a messy way. Watching it would make people feel dizzy.
The two watched the fight for a while, exchanged some opinions, then realized that neither could find anything unique about the battle. They could only look at each other and sigh.
It was, not that easy to sneak a peek into the realm of the greater Divine Powers.
Suddenly, Sui Xiong was struck by an idea. He tried to compare of the turbulence that the source of the world was subjected to with the confrontation between the two greater Divine Powers, and true enough, he really found some inkling that could dawn some light of the matter.
Whenever the two greater Divine Powers were still without movement, the source of the world would either vibrate lightly or vigorously. But whenever they battled at monstrous speed, the source of the world would, on the contrary, be calm and quiet again.
Did this mean that their movements during the “battle” were in fact, just their way of constantly seeking each other’s flaws? And the real confrontation only occurred when they were “quietly still?”
Was it just that the level of such sort of confrontation was simply too high, or its speed was much too fast that even Sui Xiong was blind to it?
Sui Xiong whispered this conjecture of his to Yorgaardman, who went still for a moment. Then he carefully scrutinized the situation and slowly, he started to show a thoughtful expression.
“So…” he whispered, “No wonder… no wonder!”
“What on earth is this all about?” Sui Xiong asked out of curiosity.
“The reason why we can’t see their battle clearly is not because of the difference in ours and their levels. But rather, it’s because the world around us has been distorted by their power. What we see are scenes from different times, which are definitely not scenes of the situation happening at this very moment at all.”
Yorgaardman paused for a moment to allow Sui Xiong some time to grasp what he said. Then he went on to say, “The reason why the source of the world vibrates every time we see them at a standstill is that every time they exchange blows, their powers will fall on each other instead. Thus the world around us becomes less distorted. So the world around us tends to be at a standstill in such a situation—which was none other than the stagnant image that we see. On the contrary, during the intervals of their battle, the world around us becomes more distorted. Those images of battling will then be transmitted out to where we are able to see.”
“So that goes to say that if we move closer, we can see what’s happening in real-time?”
Yorgaardman gave a bitter laugh, shook his head, then said, “By moving closer, we might perhaps really see what’s going on in real-time, but that is if we have the chance to make it back alive.”
Sui Xiong was still, then he too laughed bitterly.
Getting close to the battlefield of the two greater Divine Powers? Even if he was tired of living and wished to die, there was no need to seek such a way of dying where it was likely to be excruciatingly painful!
Although, he did have a strange feeling that even if he were to get closer, he might not necessarily die. But no one could live just by gut feelings alone, and what if this was nothing more than an illusion?
When on high grounds, many people would feel, “So long as I jump, I will be able to fly,” when in fact, they would fall and become a heap of mess. Then the policemen would have to go through the trouble of clearing their dead bodies from the scene. At the same time, their horrible deaths might cause the witnesses to be harassed by nightmares, and their loved ones would be weeping out of sadness. All these things were for sure…
Oh, this might even attract the attention of several online public relations firms who would create all kinds of rumors, be it true or false, and spread them on social media platforms like WeChat and Sina Weibo! Perhaps in the blink of an eye, the identities of the dead, as well as the time and venue of the incident, would all be changed. Or maybe the whole world would have to keep up with them by moving all over the globe, from Paris, the city of the arts, to Hong Kong, the Pearl of the East, and then from the snow-capped Siberia to the sweltering Equatorial Guinea…
Just as thoughts were thronging in Sui Xiong’s mind, right in the middle of the battlefield where no one could see clearly, the God of Light and the Master of Order had stopped the fight for the time being.
Both greater Divine Powers had suffered some injuries. On the whole, the God of Light’s situation was slightly worse while the Master of Order’s situation was significantly better.
“Now, you’re still not as powerful as me,” said the Master of Order. “If you choose to challenge me again in 10 thousand years’ time, maybe you’ll still stand a chance of winning.”
“Ten thousand years? I can wait that long, but this trick that I’m going to use, which is my forte, can’t wait,” replied the God of Light as he sneered. “I have to admit that now, you are indeed stronger. But victory and defeat have never been decided by virtue of one’s own strength!”
“You mean to say that you still have some dangerous cards that you have yet to reveal?”
“Of course! In fact, I didn’t want to challenge you so early in the first place. But after exchanging blows with the Void Mask a while ago, I realized that his power far exceeds my expectations. In that case, that trick of mine might be destroyed by the Void Mask way before I can even use it. If that is so, then I can only choose to challenge you ahead of time and quickly utilize that trick of mine.”
“I’m looking forward to seeing that trick of yours. I hope it will not be a letdown.”
“Fret not! You will not be disappointed!” said the God of Light as he laughed heartily. He was holding another gray and dull-looking light ball in his hand, which he suddenly crushed into pieces.
As that light ball shattered and cracked, an aura that was completely different from that of the Master of Order spread. Then even more blood and flesh floated amidst the void space messily. Though they had been sealed for so long, they still contained a powerful strength, especially that extreme and pure taste of Chaos. Even the Master of Order could not help but frown and take a step back subconsciously.
He was not afraid of this power, but he abhorred this aura. That was naturally an instinctive reaction.
“Chaos?” he asked. His face, which had always been expressionless, showed a look of surprise. Then he was hit by a realization and turned his head to look in another direction beneath his feet.
That was the direction of the abyss, the direction where the deepest region of the abyss was. It was the place where the most terrifying magic beasts in the entire history of the world slept. It was also the place where those demons and gods, whose ultimate goal was to destroy the world, lived.
As he was looking in the direction of the abyss, he saw that it was boiling and bubbling.
An aura of unimaginable vastness was rising from the abyss. It was rising from a certain place that no one had ever seen before. Within an instant, the aura had spread throughout the entire abyss. Then it continued to spread in all directions, furnishing everywhere with its overwhelming presence as it headed towards the Negative Plane of the Ring of the World.
At the same time, a vague voice sounded.
That voice sounded so incoherent that even the most knowledgeable scholar would not be able to differentiate what it meant to say. But based on their feelings, anyone who heard it would be able to understand what it meant.
It meant—Chaos.
In the whole wide world, amidst the Big Circulation of the Thousand Worlds, there was only one who could make such a sound.
This was the creator of the abyss, the Master of Demons, a former greater Divine Power that had since fallen. It was the earliest, and also most powerful demon. It was the most terrifying crisis in the world.
This was Chaos, and it had awakened.
