Back at Albis Mountain, before Dole had even warmed his seat, the two divine trees came together to seek him out, hoping to comprehend the rules.
Dole did not refuse. It just so happened that another batch of Life Essence Liquid had fallen into his hands.
Once the miscellaneous matters had passed, time had reached the autumn of year 357.
Having settled all external affairs, Dole stood for the first time before the cross-world search array, now altered beyond recognition.
He had already found three medium worlds. He prepared to split off a portion of his spiritual power, creating a split body and sending it into one of those worlds.
It was a world the evil god wished to conquer, not the world where the evil god resided. Dole did not dare go to the evil god's own world yet. If he went, the evil god would likely seize him at once.
The world the evil god sought to conquer was also a medium world. It possessed three to five lesser gods, whose powers crushed and contended against one another, plunging the world into chaos.
In truth, the ideal outcome for sending an avatar over would be to find a newly born medium world with no gods yet. But that was far too difficult. Once many worlds came into being and life began within them, they would be watched by gods. It was not merely a matter of a single world; it might also concern new divine sparks. The number of divine sparks a world could nurture was limited, but some gods might hold divine sparks across several worlds. If he wished to find a newborn world, he would probably never encounter one in his lifetime.
What Dole wanted now was a complete, orthodox White Wizard law, to reverse Elfa