Death was a law of nature.
In truth, it should have been one of the first things humanity discovered that fascinated and baffled them.
From ancient times to the present, countless people had tried to explore the world after death. Invincible monarchs built vast armies, longing to establish their kingdoms once more in the underworld.
Travelers seeking immortals and miraculous medicines roamed the world, treasuring every herb they happened to find and testing medicines on their own bodies. They struggled up mountains where immortals were said to dwell, all for the sake of one illusory possibility, trying to escape death.
But no one could escape it—unless you happened to be an immortal. And that proved something else: death was also a kind of rule.
Since it was a rule, there would always be someone who could break it.
What the Mage had not expected was that Eternal Heaven's chosen method would be to erase Nurgle's portion of that authority completely.
As he looked at the dark green mass of clouds floating above the false starry sky, a trace of complexity inevitably entered the Mage's eyes—one wrong step, and even a god could become a tool.
The Grandfather of old no longer existed. All that remained was a mass of power essence, instinctively operating the rules It had left behind.
He wondered what reaction those Nurgle demons who still existed would have once they learned of this.
He Shenyan shook his head and threw all his thoughts out of his mind. He raised both hands, and the stars reversed, shifted, and poured down before him like a cascading waterfall.
At that moment, the world congealed around it, and a tremendous amount of Magic Power urged the nature of the spell to change.
The false starry sky gradually began to shrink. Its