It was actually the Origin King!
A king several eras older than even Grand Zeno.
Looking at the blood-red sphere of flesh not far away, blazing like a great sun and radiating endless pressure, the Grand Minister's thoughts drifted. He suddenly recalled his battle with the Dark Angel Lansius, as well as the culprit Lansius had desperately sought—the one responsible for the premature destruction of the White King's era.
"So that's it. The one who killed the White King and the East King, bringing about the end of two eras—the mastermind behind it all was the Origin King!" the Grand Minister muttered. Everything made sense now.
The Origin King was the true final mastermind lurking behind the scenes. Whether it was the Dark Angels before or the demon god Demigra, they were merely insignificant figures he had pushed to the forefront.
Suddenly, the Grand Minister's heart skipped a beat, and his expression darkened.
Someone as wise as the Grand Minister had already guessed what the Origin King intended by appearing now when he thought back on all the anomalies of the past.
"Could it be that the Origin King believes Grand Zeno is the current ruler, and thus thinks he has a chance to achieve the transcendence he failed to attain over two eras? Usurping the nest, corrupting the rules—what utter contempt for Grand Zeno!"
The Grand Minister's face turned stern, his eyes filled with rage.
Grand Zeno was innocent and pure. Though such a nature meant he would be unable to transcend in the future, the strange power he possessed remained supreme until the end of an era.
In the Grand Minister's eyes, the Origin King had appeared this time because he had set his sights on Grand Zeno's immature mind. He intended to usurp his place and take