When that perfect figure, formed by endless mysterious light points, completely manifested.

Everything on the scene seemed to suddenly freeze and fade in Aster Grant’s perception.

In his eyes, only the being before him, indescribable by any known language, remained.

She transcended the definition of beauty, the ultimate expression of harmony and perfection.

The brilliance of the flowing galaxies was her dress, the trajectory of the sun and moon her rhythmic breathing.

She simply floated quietly, exuding no pressure, yet making Aster feel a reverence from the very origin of the soul, almost instinctive.

Not fear, but as lower life forms face the universal principle.

That smallness yet pure awe born from understanding.

A thought, uncontrollably emerged from the depths of Aster’s heart, crystal clear:

"This is... God."

Compared to her, the demons which once wrought calamities were merely a bunch of twisted monsters, that stole great power and acted wantonly.

As if sensing his thoughts, on that flawless face.

The corners of the mouth lifted ever so slightly into a curve.

A voice, as gentle as a heavenly sound, echoed deep within his soul:

"Are you not curious about who I am?"

Aster shook his head.

No need to guess for he could understand, this might be the very culprit who brought him to this world.

And undoubtedly an existence more terrifying than a Divine Level!

When he broke through to Totem Level, he discovered a hint of something amiss with the system.

Therefore, eventually, he gradually abandoned the system.

Finally achieving everything solely by his own power.

And now, it seems the moment of truth has unveiled.

"You are truly the one I chose."

In that heart’s voice, there was a hint of relief.

Then, that incredibly beautiful figure gently raised a hand, seemingly made of the purest light, and casually waved at The Void.

Silently and seamlessly, the scene before Aster faded away like the tide.

The shattered battlefield, the standing Demon Gate, the beings after the calamity...

All disappeared.

He found himself standing in an infinite, deep void, beneath him was not solid ground, but...

A grand scene so immense it made one’s soul tremble.

He slightly lowered his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Beneath, it was not a single world.

Several worlds, emanating different auras, different lights, different Law fluctuations, quietly laid beneath his feet.

He saw the Demon Abyss, brimming with endless evil and chaotic aura, seeming to endlessly squirm and swell.

He saw the Alternate Space, just having experienced a battle, scarred yet exuding a hint of rebirth.

And he saw that azure planet, filled with familiar aura, his second homeland.

Additionally, there are the Angel World, Ghost World, Chyterra...

Not just these, but many more worlds, smaller and with fainter auras, scattered around.

But what shocked Aster the most was, between these seemingly independent and isolated worlds.

There existed countless extremely fine, almost transparent threads.

These threads, like a spider web, vaguely connected all these worlds together.

Forming an incomplete yet still discernible overall outline of a...

Giant puzzle.

"You see, those connections."

"Yes, originally... This was a complete world, a vast, united, infinitely vibrant great world."

Aster held his breath, waiting for more.

"In that primordial, complete great world, two original and final primal consciousness were born."

The Goddess’s voice was calm, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"I, am one of them."

"And the other..."

She paused, her gaze seemed to penetrate the void, falling upon the largest and darkest Demon Abyss bubble.

"Is now the true master of the Demon Abyss, the source of all Demon God power, what you call... The First Demon God!"

Aster’s heart skipped a beat.

The master of the Demon Abyss?

An existence born from the same origin as this Supreme Goddess before him?

"Our birth originated from the manifestation of all opposing unified Laws like yin and yang, light and dark, creation and destruction, order and chaos from that complete world."

"I lean towards balance, creation, guardianship, and guiding all things to evolve orderly, allowing the world to thrive in diversity."

"And she..."

The Goddess’s voice remained calm, but with a trace of sigh.

"She believes the world’s ultimate is returning to chaos and unification, that all things will ultimately merge into one in destruction and devouring."

"That is her pursuit of perfection."

"The fundamental conflict of ideologies made it impossible for us to reconcile."

"The rift deepening with time, until finally... it erupted."

"That conflict was not about right or wrong, but only a choice of paths."

"But its result was catastrophic."

"Our clash of powers tore apart the foundation of the Origin World, collapsing the unified Laws."

"That great world... ultimately fractured, shattering into countless world fragments you now see."

"Demon Abyss, Alternate Space, Azurea, Angel World, Ghost World, Chyterra... all are parts of it."

Aster’s mind was shaken.

So, these seemingly different worlds, are actually from the same origin!

And this disaster that swept through several worlds, its root lies in the clash of their ideologies!

"Then why..."

Aster couldn’t help but ask: "Why do all Races have to be enemies with the Demon Abyss and the Demon Clan? Since they are originally from the same source..."

"It’s not simply about enmity."

The Goddess interrupted him, her gaze seeming to see through his thoughts.

"Aster, have you wondered why these shattered worlds can still relatively independently operate until now?"

"And why is the Demon Abyss always trying to devour and merge other worlds?"

She slowly revealed the more cruel truth:

"Because the shattered worlds are unstable, with incomplete Laws, and lost origins."

"Like shattered ceramics, each piece is slowly weathering and dying."

"She and I, during the conflict that shattered the world, both suffered severe injuries, unable to directly repair or destroy each other, or even manifest and interfere for long."

"Thus, we chose different paths."

"She infused most of her power and will into the Race originally most aggressive, best adapting to Chaos and Devouring Law in that world... the Demon Clan!"

"Her goal is to forcibly merge all the shattered worlds again through the Demon Clan’s devouring and battles, to rebuild the Origin World in her perceived way."

A chilling sensation rose from the depths of Aster’s soul.

Forcible merging?

At the cost of devouring all other worlds?

"And I," the Goddess’s voice brought him back, "I have tried to guide and aid many Races, Angels, Elves, to fight against the Demon Clan..."

"But all failed!"

"In the end, I deduced countless possibilities, choosing a different path."

The Goddess’s gaze fell on Aster, that gaze containing incomparably complex implications.

"I no longer tried to support a single, powerful Race to oppose."

"I chose a Race that seemed weak, yet held infinite possibilities and inclusivity - humans."

"And granted them a unique power system, Beastbond."

Aster’s pupils contracted sharply.

The power of Beastbond... was actually created by the Goddess before him?

"I allowed the Human Race to contract with other Races, share power, complement each other’s strengths, even evolve together."

"The ideal state is to hope for the Human Race to be the bond, uniting all Races to fight against the Demon Clan."

"However, this path is equally difficult."

"Suitable leaders who can bear this cause and effect, too few, too hard to find."

"I sought, observed, and guided throughout the endless Voranthos, but was repeatedly disappointed until..."

Her gaze fixed on Aster’s face.

"Until your arrival!"

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