At this moment, Chen Fan was still not a Main God. The power of the Fusheng Zither he could wield, as well as the information contained within it that he could access, remained rather limited.
Yet even in Chen Fan's current hands, the might of this item still surpassed that of the most elite Main God artifacts.
Things like the Destruction Sovereign Sword could not catch up even if they rode a horse; the gap was simply too vast.
It also contained the power of the most supreme Light Rules, insights that reached directly to the level of an upper Main God.
"If I were this Light Titan God, with such a treasure in hand, I definitely wouldn't have come to this so-called Plane Battlefield..."
This Light Titan God had been far too weak. Even with a supreme divine artifact in hand, he had been fundamentally unable to unleash its power. It could only make him stronger than an ordinary Main God, and perhaps in a mid-level plane, he could have counted as a noteworthy figure.
But once he arrived at this Plane Battlefield, he could not be considered one of the foremost experts at all.
Even if he had not fallen into the Death Abyss, he might still have died at someone else's hands.
In fact, the reason he had entered the Death Abyss was likely that he had encountered an opponent too formidable to defeat and had been forced inside.
Chen Fan shook his head. He then wandered through the abyss, collecting the divine sparks and other items left behind on those skeletal corpses...
Afterward.
Chen Fan did not leave the Death Abyss. Instead, he sat down cross-legged and silently began cultivating the power of Rules.
His Destruction Rule was only a thread away from the consummation of