The amusement on Dies Martin's face finally vanished after Qin Chuan said, "That's everything we have."
He drained the ever-shifting mass of Fraud Power in his cup. His movements were no longer casual; they carried the gravity of an Upper God.
"I understand."
For once, the Lord of Lies did not talk around the issue. He acknowledged how serious it was.
"One Main God, two Mid-Rank Gods who've barely settled into their Divine Seats, and a handful of Lower Gods to make up the numbers... With a lineup like that, forget standing tall across the realms. Any Abyss Legion of a decent size could smash everything you've built."
He looked at Qin Chuan and spread his hands.
"Fortunately, you're strong enough to buy those youngsters plenty of time."
"So you're telling me this because you want me, or the Night Lady, to jump ship and become your hired muscle?"
Dies Martin's tone was self-mocking, but Qin Chuan understood what he was getting at.
Qin Chuan said nothing. He simply watched him and waited for him to continue.
"Shadow, I know you're strong. Absurdly strong. But there are rules even strength can't break."
Dies Martin raised a finger and tapped the Void. A new screen of shadow unfolded between him and Qin Chuan.
There were no images on it, only two sources of energy shining with different light.
One was a brilliant blue, representing the Blue Star Origin.
The other was a constantly twisting dark purple, representing the Abyss.
"Look, it's simple." Dies Martin pointed at the dark purple mass. "My Divine Seat, my Godhead, my Divine Authority—everything about me bears the mark of the Abyss. I was born there and became a god there. Even if I spend every day in your Shadow Domain now, I'm still a 'registered resident