Inside the temple, the graceful figure slightly adjusted her sitting posture.
Lazy and elegant, yet with a hint of weariness.
She murmured softly, her ethereal voice echoing through the silent palace.
This was no ordinary exhaustion, but a periodic depletion of her origin.
The root of it still lay with Pangu!
That reckless axe strike back then had not only split open Chaos, but, by a twist of fate,
had also severed the "concept" that carried a crucial portion of the Death Law's origin.
It had ultimately attached itself to that patch of Chaos cut away by the axe—the Earth.
This meant that the Death Goddess's power was not truly inexhaustible.
Every so often, after countless years had passed, she needed to personally descend upon Earth,
return to the "Death Kingdom" that should have belonged entirely to her to "recharge,"
replenish that scattered portion of her origin power,
and take the opportunity to strengthen and refine her Death Law.
This was also why Earth was often regarded as a special existence in the universe.
And now, the time had come again.
The goddess rose gently from her cold throne, her gown woven from starlight and shadow falling naturally around her.
It rippled gracefully through the air.
Without the slightest hesitation, her figure gradually faded and merged into the surrounding void,
heading directly toward that blue planet that filled her with complicated emotions, yet which she had no choice but to visit—
Earth.
She sped away across endless space and time.
The last few times she had gone to "recharge," those Ancient Gods native to Earth had driven her away like a plague, interfering with her...
Recalling those unpleasant experiences, the Death Goddess frowned slightly.
I hope this time goes more smoothly. Simpler...
She truly was already exhausted.
As for the