The Heavens Shattered and the Earth Split Apart (VIII)

"Aman'Thul."

Y'Shaarj emanates a strong aura of death as he battles against the world of the living.

"I was just unwilling to accept it, but now I have achieved my goal and have no regrets."

Y'Shaarj revealed a relieved expression. "I've never understood how you, as the leader of the Pantheon, could have fallen to such a state. In my experience, there's only one reason for the fall of beings: the pursuit of desire. I've found the answer. You're afraid, aren't you?"

Aman'Thul silently gazed at the two Old Gods, his face expressionless. Y'Shaarj, "So the answer was right there in the open. What you feared was death. It turns out even Titans grow old."

The Highfather Aman'Thul, is depicted as an elderly man with white hair and beard, a wise and virtuous sage who adds to his majesty.

Aman'Thul was probably the first Titans, the oldest and most ancient one in the Pantheon. If Titans could age, Aman'Thul would be the first forerunner; the other Titans were too young to know the truth.

In fact, this image says it all: if given the chance, who wouldn't want to look younger?

Just like the answers to many questions are right on the surface, but they are overlooked by everyone.

Aman'Thul remained silent, while Elune, smiled sweetly beside him:

"Y'Shaarj, you're right. Aman'Thul has existed in the universe for countless ages. If he hadn't sensed his own aging, he wouldn't have built the Pantheon. His purpose was to find the answer to immortality. Don't be fooled by his obsequious demeanor before me, seemingly blinded by love. Heh heh, that old geezer is quite wicked."

Elune, had a statue-like face that seemed to see through everything, especially the vertical eye between her brows, which radiated a sinister light. "I am the High Priestess of Nature and Life, and only I know how to live forever."

Y'Shaarj said calmly, "I see, I understand now."

Unable to gather enough power, Y'Shaarj was forcibly resurrected and engaged in another life-or-death battle, enduring a blow from Aman'Thul. Y'Shaarj had already collapsed long ago, and only his strong will has allowed him to hold on until now.

Having learned the final answer, Y'Shaarj was finally free of all attachments. His body was torn to pieces, and the seven-headed Sha fell towards Pandaria like shooting stars.

Aman'Thul ignored him; if Azeroth were destroyed, how could seven insignificant Sha survive?

"Elune, you must believe me, my love for you is real," Aman'Thul explained sincerely.

Elune, gave a disdainful smile:

"Alright, what haven't beings like us seen? Don't try to play those petty mortal tricks. Love is just a byproduct of a transaction. It's better to have love, but the transaction can continue even without it. If you weren't the Highfather, the leader of the Pantheon, would Eonar have married an old man like you? Don't even mention that you two have love; that disgusts me."

Aman'Thul opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

Despite Titans's incredible computational abilities, he was equally incapable of understanding women's minds.

Aman'Thul turned his head and looked at Yogg-Saron was secretly trying to escape.

"Your Highfather Aman'Thul, I won't trouble you any further. I will return to my cage myself."

Yogg-Saron, with its terrifyingly large mouth and tentacles covered in eyes, clearly a forbidden being, hastily adopted a fawning expression and retreated little by little.

Seeing that Aman'Thul showed no intention of attacking, he actually flew towards Ulduar's direction.

"This insect is quite sensible." Elune, swept her cold gaze across Azeroth:

"Aman'Thul, what are you waiting for? For our deal, or rather, your so-called love, I can't wait to savor the delicious World Soul."

Suddenly, a huge shadow rose from the sea.

"Ha! I, N'Zoth, have returned! Aman'Thul, let us wage war for ten thousand years!"

The repaired N'Zoth rose into the air once more. His enormous body was far more imposing than Y'Shaarj and Yogg-Saron, with tens of thousands of huge tentacles waving and countless eyes on his body staring at Aman'Thul.

"Aman'Thul, you defeated me with despicable means. The great Old Gods will not fail twice against the same trick. Now is our true duel."

Aman'Thul frowned slightly. In his calculations, it would take N'Zoth at least several thousand years to recover from his injuries.

The Titans, masters of calculation, would never waste a single ounce of their power.

If the Azeroth is destroyed, even if these Old Gods are lucky enough to survive, they will only become miserable wanderers, drifting in the cold universe for endless years before dying tragically.

Something unexpected happened.

Aman'Thul began to use his time manipulation abilities, and the scenes of the battle flashed before his eyes like slides. His powerful calculation abilities quickly led him to the answer.

"Azshara, she is still alive. At the moment Azshara City was destroyed, she was protected by a mysterious figure. Strange, why can't I see her clearly? What force is clouding my senses?"

"This is the power of time. How is that possible? What being could possibly surpass my control over time?"

Aman'Thul was taken aback; having suffered a setback in his strongest area, Aman'Thul became less confident.

"Who is it? Could it be the Burning Legion, or a force from the Void?"

Aman'Thul clenched his fists, jealousy fueling his rage and igniting a fierce fighting spirit.

"The three lowly Old Gods, N'Zoth, Yogg-Saron, C'Thun, come at me all at once!"

Seeing that N'Zoth had unexpectedly recovered from his injuries, Yogg-Saron stopped running away and looked at N'Zoth's massive body with envy. Aman'Thul had successfully discovered that some of C'Thun's power was hidden in N'Zoth's countless eyes.

A fierce battle was about to break out. A third of N'Zoth's tentacles melted and merged into one thickest tentacle, covered with suckers and eyes of all sizes.

"Sword, come!"

N'Zoth said seriously.

The seawater parted, Sea King Trident of N'Zoth, forged by the Highborne, flew out from the depths of the ocean, its tentacles tightly binding it.

"This isn't a sword, it's a halberd," Yogg-Saron said, pointing fingers.

Don't you think shouting "Sword, come!" would be cooler?

The jet-black Sea King Trident was actually a converted warship of the Night Elves.

Inside this warship, hundreds of thousands of Highborne stood ready for battle.

Illidan.

Queen Azshara wielded dozens of tentacles, manipulating the core command area of Sea King Trident.

"You will fight alongside me. I will be responsible for casting spells, and you will be responsible for controlling N'Zoth's movements. In this battle, we will face a Titans head-on, bearing the heaviest responsibility. No one knows the extent to which we will be Corruption, so you must be fully prepared."

"As you wish, my Queen."

Illidan, now Demons, entered the control room. Among all the Highborne, Illidan's talent and experience in melee combat were unmatched.

Having provoked Aman'Thul and satisfied his verbal urges, N'Zoth's mission was over, and he voluntarily relinquished control of his body.

Aman'Thul suddenly felt something was amiss. N'Zoth still had that hideous, grotesque appearance, but his movements were no longer predictable.

He quickly spotted the tiny creatures hidden within the Sea King Trident, Aman'Thul immediately became serious.