The Fallen Deity of the Northlands Became Soil for Breeding Calamity

The Fallen Deity of the Northlands Became Soil for Breeding Calamity

"If it were a disaster, there should have been signs long ago—changes in the weather, temperature, things like that. So judging by how things are now, the disaster the orc deity mentioned should still be far off."

Ryan was not that afraid either. To a Great Being, a hundred or a thousand years were brief—perhaps no more than a single sleep—but not to humans.

Even now, there were no signs of disaster in the Frozen Earth Territory at the northernmost edge of humanity. That meant there was still some time.

What deities called soon might mean several centuries to humans.

He felt his worries were unnecessary.

After returning to Rhino Horn Mountain, Ryan opened the Spirituality Panel. He was considering whether to open a new Planar Gate.

Yes, that was right. Ever since the Spirituality Panel, which had been restless for so long, calmed down again with the formation of the Legendary Boon, Ryan had gradually discovered that he could actively control certain powers.

Thanks to his Legendary Boon, he seemed to possess a portion of great authority.

Little by little, he was truly becoming the master of the Spirituality Panel.

The power of this authority was simple. If he needed it, he could actively have spirituality search through the Pan-Plane world and anchor an Otherworldly Plane.

He no longer had to wait for the Spirituality Panel to tell him that he could open a new Planar Gate, nor did he have to wait for winter to arrive every year.

As long as he made up his mind, the Spirituality Panel—or rather, that vast and boundless world of spirituality—would actively seek out a suitable Otherworldly Plane. The process would take around half a month to a month, after which