Under the eerie gazes of all the Great Old One's Rule, Yog-Sothoth stirred.
That cluster of silvery-white spheres of light slowly quivered in an uncanny fashion before seemingly confirming at last:
"That fellow, whose strength was roughly that of a Lower Great Old One, has already been assimilated by the world's fundamental laws?"
Shub-Niggurath, the Black Goat of the Woods who birthed countless offspring, was the first to voice doubt:
"So quickly?"
One had to understand that Lower Great Old Ones, who corresponded to the Daluo Golden Immortal realm, were hardly weak.
They could even destroy the vast majority of middle thousand worlds single-handedly.
And they could survive briefly in the chaos.
Just as land-dwelling creatures could swim.
"Well... although it's a little strange, I just sensed that our new compatriot did not willingly accept the laws of our world."
Yog-Sothoth spoke uncertainly.
After all, although the Great Old Ones did not consider themselves mad and had never admitted to being so, they did know something.
Throughout the worlds of the Chaos Sea.
In the eyes of those cultivators who likewise possessed strength equivalent to that of Great Old Ones.
They were, in fact, monsters and lunatics through and through.
It was just like how Great Old Ones would leave upon seeing the marks of those Ancient Gods.
Because to them, those things were like shit!
The sight made them sick!
Yet now, a perfectly legitimate cultivator from outside had actually come running over and plunged straight into the Cthulhu World's insane fundamental laws without a word!
Throwing himself into the embrace of the Great Old Ones!
This...
Could this be like those strange individuals who always cropped up in countless human societies, the ones who enjoyed being abused?
But how could someone that powerful retain such a harmful habit?