Dark blue light powerful enough to crush souls engulfed the Lord of Bliss.
The blue particles released by the Divine Lamp Rule frantically sliced through its recently reconstructed divine body, tearing its soul apart.
Agony spread into the depths of its consciousness, sending its entire body into spasms.
Everything around it was collapsing.
The Purple Palace dissolved beneath the blue light, and the Teleportation Sacrificial Altar shattered inch by inch under the scouring power of rules.
The Elysium Tribe members hidden within the palace's Independent Space were being devoured by the blue light, becoming nourishment for the Divine Lamp Rule.
The Independent Pure Land, once isolated from Monster World, became a slaughterhouse.
The Lord of Bliss's consciousness sank into agony. Endless dark blue filled its vision, while the faint wails of its dying clanspeople echoed in its ears.
Its prayers, devout to the point of abject humility, vanished without a trace.
They elicited not even a whisper of divine grace.
With its consciousness on the verge of disintegration, the Lord of Bliss sighed silently to itself.
Facing death, it felt a trace of release, a trace of acceptance, but above all, an unwillingness to accept this end.
It was the Lord of Bliss, a supreme deity of Minor Worlds that had once ruled several such worlds, directing the course of all things as the player moving the pieces.
Yet in this world, it had always been as lowly as dust.
Everything it had given had been for a perfect return.
Ten thousand years of lying low, a path to ascend beyond the heavens-it had reached the divine realm in the body of an ant, concealed every edge through forbearance, endured the deadly passage of time, escaped the Demon Gods' slaughter, and severed the shackles of destiny, all to escape its