The power of the Four Horsemen swept past those worlds without stopping. There was no Creation Trait there, nothing at all—only void.
The fifth world: the Chaotic Demon Realm.
The world there was alive, but it was alive in utter chaos.
Its laws were chaotic, its energy was chaotic, and its living beings were chaotic.
Angels and demons were locked in a tangled battle, while humans and monsters were mixed together.
There was no order, no direction—only endless slaughter and devouring. The power of the Four Horsemen circled the edges of those worlds before retreating.
There were fragments of the Creation Trait there, but they had already been contaminated—by the stench of bloodshed, by hatred's obsession, by the law of the strong devouring the weak.
It was not that they could not be purified; it was that purifying them would cost more effort than the fragments themselves were worth.
The sixth world: the Shattered Divine Kingdom.
That world had once had gods, but the gods were dead.
Temples had collapsed, statues had shattered, believers had scattered, and the remaining divine power drifted through the ruins like wandering souls.
Fragments of the Creation Trait were embedded within that divine power, but they had nearly been corroded away by the resentment of believers, the obsessions of gods, and the erosion of time.
The power of the Four Horsemen swept over those divine kingdoms without descending.
Wu Heng's perception traveled through the void for a long time. He did not know how much time had passed—perhaps an hour, perhaps a day.
The silver-white cube rotated before him as points of light flowed across it. His eyelids did not move, and neither did his breathing change.
He was searching, searching for the right world.
Then, suddenly, his perception froze.
It was a world far