Naimus narrowed his eyes, observing the divine script symbols around him.
These symbols were not particularly complex. The mechanisms and effects within them had more or less been used by the Goddess of Precepts before.
Even their essence bore similarities to Naimus's Rope of Constancy and Change.
Their underlying logic remained unchanged. As long as Naimus's transformations did not exceed the upper limit of this layer of divine script, they would only drive the script into a spiral, causing it to rise and transform.
The crucial point, however, was that the values within had changed, and the source of those values had been elevated as well.
As the Goddess of Precepts completed the construction of her mythic worldview, most of the forces within this world's possibilities would operate according to the worldview she had established.
For that very reason, the Goddess of Precepts immediately and cleverly borrowed that connection.
These divine scripts had formed a close connection with the underlying rules of this world's possibilities.
If Naimus wished to forcibly break through these divine scripts, he would stir the entire world.
These divine scripts were like a rope tied to a mountain.
Unless a brute-force assault could snap the entire rope at once, it would mean fighting against the whole world.
It had to be said that the Goddess of Precepts lacked creativity. Hundreds of millions of years had worn away her flashes of inspiration, but her ability to make minor innovations was not bad.
Once she acquired something new, she could immediately combine it with her past abilities and experience, swiftly completing a technical upgrade.
Then, Naimus's self-examining awareness immediately sounded a warning. He had forgotten the existence of something.
That reminder of forgetfulness immediately allowed Naimus to capture a signal from his past memories.
"Rotting Fiend!" The existence