Ithaqua's rise to power really was outrageous.
He had taken less than a hundred million years to go from a beast with a little supernatural power to a Great Old One in the truest sense!
More importantly, almost none of his upgrades had come from power he had acquired himself.
To put it simply, powerful big shots had carried him all the way up!
Even the final ritual that made him a Great Old One had been essentially irreversible and impossible to reproduce.
Not just anyone could truly hear Azathoth's muttering directly at close range.
And there were very particular considerations involved in hearing that muttering.
First, if he was in his world-creating state-that true chief of the Demon Gods, the Demon Sultan-
The Blind Idiot God, in his first awakened state, the being who ate Great Old Ones for breakfast-if it was his muttering you heard...
You might as well tell everyone to start preparing your funeral feast.
And remember to stay clear of Azathoth. In that state, his indescribably maddening muttering, normally only useful for clearing out the little fry, received a supercharged multiplier!
The simplest example would suffice.
As long as Azathoth was whole and stood before a group of beings from the Primordial World-
Everyone below the Daluo Golden Immortal realm would fall to their knees!
They would explode on the spot, without so much as a speck of ash remaining.
Because they simply could not withstand what came from Azathoth, a Creator God-level being invincible among Limitless Primordial Daluo Golden Immortals. Pangu alone could arm-wrestle him.
But someone like Pangu had been the top dog among the three thousand gods and demons of Chaos back in the day!
With Pangu's Sky-Opening Axe in hand, he had hacked his way from Chaos's southern gate to its