The falling curtain

Above the Supreme dimension, a dimension that no one had ever unified rose from the darkness.

That is the dimension of death.

The ultimate destination of all death.

And in this Supreme and vast dimension.

Endless Natural Disaster bombarded the dimensions, while a tall, majestic, and beautiful figure stood at the pinnacle of the dimensions.

She was a queen clad in magnificent robes and wielding a scythe.

Her face was calm, her eyes as still as a pool of stagnant water, as if nothing in the world could move her.

Her body was so tall that it almost blocked out half of the newly born Death Dimension.

This is undoubtedly a great being; any living being who sees her will know that she is the symbol of death in the entire world.

She represents death, she executes death, she is the essence of death.

She is the "symbol"!

And on the shoulder of this "symbol" of death stands a figure that appears small, yet is far greater.

She is the embodiment of the Order of Death the Sacred River Heavenly Land, and her incarnation has become a symbol of death.

She is Rosela.

As Rosela stood on the shoulder of the symbol of death, all the information about death—past and future— of the Sacred River Heavenly Land began to appear in her mind.

After countless years of unknown duration.

She suddenly opened her eyes.

Those eyes, which had been normal, suddenly turned into a deathly, pure black.

Countless images began to appear in her eyes.

Past, present, and future.

In a Heavenly Land from bygone eras, a newly born God of Death is familiarizing himself with the Authority of Death bestowed upon him by this world.

But the next moment...

The essence of the Authority of death suddenly rose, and a projection of power shone upon him.

In the depths of his being, he sensed that the Authority of Death did not truly belong to him, the God of Death.

Rather, it belongs to a Supreme and great being.

And he was merely one of the countless messengers under this great being, wielding the Authority of Death on His behalf.

"The Authority of death does not reside in me; I am God of Death, the true messenger of death."

He raised his newborn head, gathering the power of death, which transformed into a long scythe in his hand.

He looked at the sickle with a deep affection on his face.

"The long scythe is the true weapon of the God of Death. What were I using before?"

Current timeframe.

In the Upper Abyss, a Demon God wielding the power of death suddenly felt his own Authority of Death begin to surge.

"My Authority has been strengthened, but I feel as if I have gone from being the one in charge to being the one who uses it."

What happened?

Future timeline.

A God of Death born from the negative world of Heavenly Land has just ascended to the Heaven.

Sudden.

His Authority of Death shook violently, and the divine Divine Kingdom he had been upholding lost the truth of death in an instant, but he remained a True God.

"I seem to have lost the Authority of death, but my power has only grown stronger!"

Past, future, present...

Place after place, scene after scene...

Countless beings wielding the Authority of Death —including God of Death, Wizard, Dragon King, Demon God, Knight —sense the unusual movement of the Authority of Death.

And besides them.

Some powerful Sacred God also sensed the changes taking place throughout the Sacred River Heavenly Land.

Especially those who have already come into contact with the power of concepts, such as Lord of Order Luoseda, and Waxilun, the Goddess of Radiance.

They all shook their heads and looked up at the Supreme dimension, but found nothing.

Just as they were filled with doubt and preparing to give up...

Suddenly.

The celestial phenomena of the entire Sacred River Heavenly Land underwent a dramatic change.

A deep black "veil" appeared at the Supreme point, carrying an aura capable of causing death to all living beings, and descended with a roar amidst the fear of countless creatures.

"What's going on?!"

"How could a deep black sky suddenly appear?"

"Is the sky about to fall?"

"Help! The sky is falling! I can almost feel my great-grandmother's presence!"

Heaven Paradise Mountain.

The gods of Heaven.

The gods watched nervously as the deep black sky slowly descended above.

This marks the birth of a new dimension.

But it was too heavy and too unusual, so it was rejected by other dimensions. Especially since this Land of Being was born in light, and death is an anomaly, the upper dimensions of the Sacred River Heavenly Land instinctively banished it from the Supreme dimension.

However, this banished dimension became a catastrophe for the entire Sacred River Heavenly Land.

It was there, and no one could stop it from falling.

Once it truly falls to earth, endless death will engulf all living beings.

The gods looked worried.

They are gods, and perhaps they are not worried about the effects of this Death Dimension.

But no one wants to live forever in a desolate, deathly environment.

The gods were worried and terrified.

The powerful Sacred God were different.

The Elf Greater God Seweier sighed softly, the War God Youlun remained expressionless, and the Goddess of Radiance Waxilun clenched her fists.

Luoseda's expression was complicated.

They all understood.

The dimension of death does not appear out of nowhere.

It's new!

He sighed.

"The gods need not worry."

"A new dimension has been born, and the aura of death has shrouded everything."

"The Sacred River Heavenly Land was born in light, and only by becoming a part of the Sacred River Heavenly Land can one bear the mark of death within the Radiance!"

"To become a part of it, one must travel back to the end of time and become a part of the very beginning."

"Therefore, the only one responsible for all of this Rosela."

"The Empress of Natural Disaster, the River Lord of the Sacred River Heavenly Land, she has become the true Sovereign."

"Just wait and see, she will appear and put everything back on track."

then.

The gods were at peace.

They believe in Luoseda.

really.

Just as the curtain of death was about to fall upon the Endless Heavenly Land.

A black-robed goddess, wielding a long scythe, with a blurred face and a gigantic figure, suddenly appeared beneath the curtain of death.

She is aloof and mysterious, profound and resolute!

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd.

She gently extended one hand.

He held back the descending canopy of the sky with one hand.

"I am the Order of Death!"