His body continued to crumble and decay.
Yet his expression remained calm throughout, his gaze like lightning, without the slightest retreat or any sign of buckling under the burden.
And at last.
That mote of rules gradually took shape.
It rose into the air.
Like the most dazzling thing between heaven and earth.
It slowly merged into the brow of that figure.
And the instant he suddenly opened his eyes, boundless divine radiance burst from them.
The manifested rules filling the sky vanished at that moment, fusing into his brow. His rotting body also recovered in an instant, becoming a man with shoulder-length black hair and an aura of divinity.
In an instant.
All fell silent.
The black-haired man stood there for a long time, looking up at the black mist that blotted out the sky.
He was no longer that skeleton on the verge of decay, but he was still the Captain. His body had returned to its prime, and death could no longer stand in his way, because he was now its controller.
"A half-step rules god!"
The many Origins trembled, murmuring to themselves.
This was a rank that had not appeared in this world for a very, very long time.
One that had long been forgotten for countless epochs.
One above the Ancient Gods.
A realm that countless supreme powerhouses had once dreamed of, pursuing it with desperate roars, only to be beaten back time and again.
Because this world permitted no gods.
At some point, even.
The rank of half-step true god had been forcibly stripped from this world, leaving it little more than a legend.
Many called them Ancient Gods.
Because they had once stood at the very pinnacle of the Main Universe.
But who knew that people only called powerhouses like them gods because