"The angels you can summon are only one," the Skull Giant calmly said as he gazed at He Ao. "I can still bear the destruction supported by an array."

As he spoke, the brilliance under his feet erupted with dazzling light, almost completely illuminating the dense mist.

He looked down, gazing at He Ao, his voice hoarse yet calm. "Since you know we’ve been preparing for so many years, you should know we’ve prepared for enough error margins. We originally planned to use the power of the Fountain of Youth in Limen City, which would save a lot of trouble, but your presence behind the scenes led to the Life Goddess, who destroyed the Fountain. Nonetheless, we still successfully activated the array."

So, is this one of the reasons why the Fountain of Youth has remained undiscovered for so long? Has the Church of the Grim Reaper been trying to cover up its existence?

"Oh," amidst the quick turn of thoughts, He Ao calmly gazed at the Skull Giant, smiling, "Are you sure?"

In the next instant, the surrounding mist began to tremble violently again.

The Skull Giant looked at He Ao, somewhat surprised, "What did you do? Did you destroy another support point? No, no, it’s not about the support point."

The colossal Skull Giant suddenly exerted force, directly flinging He Ao out and onto the ground.

He Ao struggled for a moment, almost unable to stand up for the first time.

Countless space-time fissures unfolded before his body, attempting to block his movement.

And in front of him, the gigantic Skull Giant at the moment couldn’t bother with He Ao on the ground, not even considering reinforcing the blockade constructed by the space-time fractures.

He sat on the throne, clutching the armrests tightly, the surrounding brilliance almost covering his entire body.

He raised his head, glaring at He Ao, the purple flames in his eye sockets suddenly leaping into dazzling brilliance, "It’s the Netherworld, what are you doing to it? What you’re doing will receive divine punishment!"

"In case you didn’t know," He Ao clapped his hands and stood up, gazing at the Skull Giant, smirking, "The Eternal Light is currently in the Netherworld; your god is busy trying to block Her. The situation in this part of the world might be hard for your divine being to focus on right now."

Boom——

A loud boom resounded on the ground, as if even space-time appeared abnormal at this moment with a distortion.

——Not long ago——

Dense fog covered this vast space.

And in the center of this fog, a boy entirely constructed from mist was floating.

A red scarf was tied around him, with a blood-colored butterfly imprint etched on his forehead.

At this moment, the butterfly imprint seems to have sensed something and began flickering with light.

Soon, the imprint started to take shape, a blood-colored butterfly emerged from the imprint, hovering above the mist, gazing at the boy below.

Accompanying the appearance of the butterfly, various hues of brilliance rose and fell in the mist behind the boy, like numerous eyes scanning the fog.

There was purple thunder, dazzling brilliance, gray light.

Amidst the intense upheaval, the boy composed of mist floating in the air slightly trembled his eyelids, then slowly opened his eyes.

The surrounding fog instantly shook, the boy quickly stabilized himself amidst the upheaval.

He raised his finger, the floating blood-colored butterfly slowly came over, landing on his fingertip.

Roaring like thunder echoed in the mist behind him, and the brilliance hidden within the dense fog quickly distorted.

The purple thunder shone first but was quickly engulfed by dazzling brilliance.

The figure of the boy in the mist gradually became stable, he didn’t look at the mist behind him, but raised his head, glancing at the mist before him.

The blood-colored butterfly on his fingertip fluttered its wings slightly, the surrounding mist dissipating at a visible speed, and the boy’s body seemed to begin a rapid ’descent.’

He seemed to be falling quickly from the sky, but his figure remained unchanged, as if he was standing there while the entire world rose upwards.

In an instant, his body passed through the mist, through the pervasive clouds, through numerous high-rise buildings, landing on a somewhat desolate street.

And during this transit, his body was solidifying at a visible pace, clusters of flesh growing from his misty form, eventually transforming into the appearance of a young boy.

His feet firmly landed on the street.

He Ao raised his head, looking at the radiant sun in the sky, and the cold streets under the sunlight.

This is Wint City, but not entirely Wint City, the real Wint City should be in the nighttime now.

The butterfly on his fingertip flew up slightly, landing beside him, transforming into a little girl in a red dress.

The little girl raised her head, quietly looking at him, with a gaze full of surprise, some doubt, and some hesitation.

He Ao looked down, quietly gazing at the little girl before him, smiling, "Alice, I’m back."

The little girl widened her eyes, carefully looking at He Ao.

Then she turned around, quickly running towards the side street.

Her steps were swift, like a butterfly dancing between the streets.

He Ao pursued her steps, soon reaching a neighborhood.

The bustling crowd was moving to and fro in this neighborhood.

A few machine humming sounds came from the neighborhood.

People in the neighborhood were laughing and talking, starkly contrasting the quiet city streets outside.

"Alice, you’re back?" A somewhat tall elderly person greeted Alice walking to the edge of the neighborhood casually, then he raised his head, seeing He Ao standing behind Alice, slightly widened his eyes, "Yiluo?"

"Hello, Captain Nissen." He Ao slightly nodded, waved, and greeted the stunned elderly.

Then he raised his head, glanced at the busy neighborhood, lowered his head, looked at Alice, "Is this the Eternal Divine Nation? You constructed it in the likeness of Wint City so everyone can live here like ordinary people?"

Alice looked at He Ao, slightly nodded.

"Impressive." He Ao gave her a thumbs up.

Alice gazed at He Ao, finally showing a faint smile on her cold little face, though slightly stiff.

Then she seemed to notice something, turned her head slightly, looking at He Ao.

"I need you to do me a favor." He Ao quietly gazed at Alice, looking at this vacant and enormous city.

Boom——

A loud boom erupted in the sky.

Alice raised her head, looking up at the sky.

A series of illusory reflections now appear above the entire firmament, constructing a world of eternal obsession.

Like bubbles, they’re suspended upside down above the sky of this imaginary city, rapidly approaching.

Meanwhile, at the city’s distant boundary, clear borders begin to manifest quickly.

These borders resemble the thin membrane of a blown bubble, displaying brilliant colors while subtly hinting at the dim spaces beyond.

Light melodies resonate throughout the city’s sky, accompanied by crisp sounds of flowing water.

Alice lowers her head to look at He Ao.

"That’s the ’Netherworld,’" He Ao glances at the reflections in the sky and explains quietly, "Or rather, it’s the interstitial space extending from the Netherworld, a special ’small world’."

Alice lowers her head, slightly tilting it, obviously not understanding He Ao’s words.

But soon, her body starts to rapidly fade, transforming into a blood-red butterfly that lands on He Ao’s shoulder.

The trembling city, the reflections in the sky, all stabilize at this moment, with the light melody that echoed in the city gradually fading.

The stability of the city has been reinforced.

[Eternal Obsession] doesn’t completely represent the residual Eternal Divine Nation; combined with Alice, it represents the complete Eternal Divine Nation.

He Ao raises his head, gazing at that illusory world in the sky.

He initially thought discovering the existence of the Netherworld would be difficult.

But when he redeemed the Eternal Obsession card, he suddenly found the Netherworld, or rather, the interstitial space beneath the dungeon world, more ’dazzling’ than he imagined.

This space is currently rapidly covering the entire dungeon world, attempting to envelop the entire dungeon world within its scope of influence.

On the surface of the world, in cities like Wint City, people find it hard to notice this space’s presence.

But for spaces similar to the Eternal Divine Nation residing in the world’s depths, the Netherworld space is like an unavoidable elephant in the room.

However, contrasting this ’elephant’s’ enormity is the ’fragility’ of this space.

From He Ao’s current perception, or the perception of the Eternal Divine Nation, this space seems completely ’newborn.’

A tremendous force is supporting this space to swiftly expand, covering the entire dungeon world.

It is merely large, but its structural stability is still inferior to the Eternal Divine Nation.

He Ao gazes at the enormous space and then glances at Nisen, who just began reacting and is still bewildered, "Captain Nisen, please have everyone enter the buildings to take refuge. There might be some small storms soon, whatever happens, do not leave the buildings."

Nisen lowers his head, glances at He Ao, then slightly nods, "Alright."

At this moment, He Ao already turns around, cuts across the street, and quickly runs toward the direction of the silent city.

Boom—

Accompanying He Ao’s actions, a gigantic crack suddenly appears in the sky, originally covered with reflections.

Then, in an instant, the entire firmament seems to be grabbed by a hand and forcibly torn open.

Boom—

Intense tremors accompanied by thunderous rumblings akin to mountain collapse tsunami rumbles through the city.

"Is this the ’small storm’?" Nisen widens his eyes, then unhesitatingly runs away, shouting to the people still on the street, "Hurry back! Get inside the houses."

As he runs and people panic, from the giant crack in the sky, inverted illusions and cities rapidly squeeze out.

Meanwhile, He Ao, running, also raises his head to look ahead.

On the far horizon, at the city’s boundary, the illusory membrane shatters, revealing a pitch-black serene world at the city’s edge.

With the appearance of this pitch-black serene world, the city’s boundary pushes forward like a shovel into soil, advancing the entire city into the pitch-black serene boundary.

At this very moment, this city is plunging into that pitch-black space, attempting to absorb the newborn world’s power, completing its self-expansion.

Woosh—

A fierce whistling sound suddenly emerges from the depths of that world, followed by the grand city being lifted like a tablecloth on a table, the ground tossed waves like an ocean, as buildings collapse at a visibly rapid rate.

Only the blocks still inhabited by people maintain stability, staying structurally intact amidst the waves.

He Ao leaps over the waves raised by the ground, while the butterfly on his shoulder slightly flutters its wings.

"It’s the Divine Being controlling the Netherworld," He Ao casually remarks, "Don’t worry, we can win."

The city already transformed into ruins continues forward, diving deeper into the dark silent space.

Simultaneously, splendid rays suddenly illuminate the depths of the dark space, like an arm, grasping the ruined city, pulling it deeper, promoting the city’s fusion with the deep space.

This is the influence of the Eternal Light.

He Ao gazes upon the radiant brilliance.

He knows very well, the Eternal Light isn’t genuinely aiding him out of goodwill.

During the final divine battle at Wint City, the Eternal Light’s power was expelled from the Eternal Divine Nation, though the remnant of the Divine Nation still maintains a certain mystical connection with the Eternal Light, it remains outside Eternal Light’s control.

But at this moment, He Ao activated the Divine Nation, entering the interstitial space of the Netherworld. The Eternal Light in the Netherworld can conveniently guide the Divine Nation into the Netherworld, intending to integrate the Divine Nation with the Netherworld and intermingle power, achieving control over the Divine Nation while also commanding a portion of the Netherworld.

Yet, this move was within He Ao’s expectations.

That is to say, given the expressed interest by the Eternal Light in the Netherworld, when He Ao activated the Eternal Divine Nation, it would certainly act in this manner, possibly even promoting the Eternal Divine Nation as the dominant part of this new integrated Netherworld.

This facilitates control over the Netherworld and suppresses any possible residual power of the Grim Reaper within the Netherworld.

With the emergence of those lights, the deep serene space seems to have predicted the lights’ intention, trembling intensely.

Boom—

In this clash, a giant crack manifests between heaven and earth, the vast city pulled apart as if a hand suddenly exerted forcefully.

Blood-red butterfly flutters its wings once more.

"No problem, we can continue," He Ao glances at the giant crack, lowers his head, and keeps moving forward.

Behind him, above the torn space, amid faint mist, a red storm vehemently surges.