In the void, Qin Chuan's arrival was like a splash of black ink across a motionless painting.
Mortis, whom the web of law had been about to ensnare, froze in his massive skeletal divine body.
He sensed that familiar aura of shadow and death, one that had nearly torn his Divine Soul apart.
But this time, the aura did not lock onto him. Instead, it severed the deadly shackles wrapped around him.
Saint Law Goddess Aetheria's Divine Might surged wildly. Beneath her faceless silver crown, she stared at the uninvited guest, shaken to her core.
"You again."
Her voice no longer held the cold arrogance with which she had judged the Undead. Instead, it trembled with emotion she could not suppress.
In their last clash, her Holy Law Divine Authority had been torn open and her Divine Origin damaged. The humiliation and searing pain still lingered.
Qin Chuan ignored her challenge. He merely lowered the tip of Night of No Light and aimed it at the still-struggling Mortis.
"I told you. He's my prize."
The statement was calm, yet it carried more weight than any roar.
"What gives you the right?"
Aetheria's Divine Sense rang out sharply.
"You haven't even condensed a Godhead. You aren't a true god. What gives you the right to claim another god?"
Her words were filled with disbelief.
As a goddess who governed law and judgment, she understood rules far better than ordinary gods.
Igniting Divine Fire merely marked the first step onto the Ladder to Godhood.
Only by condensing one's laws and Divine Essence into a unique Godhead could one truly enter God's Domain and attain an immortal nature.
The Divine Essence within Qin Chuan was vast as an ocean, yet he showed no sign of condensing a Godhead.
Even so, that single sword