"Stop, stop talking."
King Ghidorah The head in the middle is slightly lowered, with six golden vertical pupils staring at the golden ball of light suspended in the void.
His tone was not polite, but he was not a polite person to begin with.
The lines on the surface of the light ball paused slightly when he said this sentence, as if he was adapting to the rhythm of this unprecedented conversation.
"So--the red dragon is dead?"
"No, Silver Radiance came out early." Guangqiu's answer was brief.
"Oh." His three heads turned at the same time, and his eyes moved away from the light ball, scanning this broken, suspended, and dead world.
"Then tell me, what is this Evil God thing about? Where is this place? And that thing--" King Ghidorah's right paw pointed at the headless giant snake that straddled the two suspended lands.
"What are they all about?"
The light ball was silent for a moment. The lines on its surface stopped flowing, like a person closing his eyes and sorting out his thoughts in the darkness.
Then it spoke - the voice was still calm, but that calm was not indifference, it was the kind of calm that after experiencing too long a time and seeing too grand a narrative, it no longer needed any emotion to add color to them.
"Evil God, Weiergalun--an ancient god that existed long before the age of gods. The most ancient and primitive evil."
The sound of the ball of light echoed in the void. "He once turned this continent into his territory, and he once destroyed billions of living beings.
It was an age before the gods were born, and the world was still young, like a piece of iron just taken out of the furnace, which had not been forged by any hammer.
He was the first being to leave traces on this piece of iron - those traces are cracks, scars, darkness that can never be smoothed away and carved deep into the bones of the world.
Now, here is His world-'Old World'.
That--is His creation, World-Devouring Serpent, who was once an important participant in Twilight of the Gods."
King Ghidorah glanced at the giant snake.
This thing actually has a title? World-Devouring Serpent?
Its head was gone, its body was broken into several pieces, and black material slowly flowed out from the fractures, like a trampled insect that was still oozing juice.
Its title sounds quite bluffing.
"Can that thing be eaten?"
The ball of light was silent for a moment. "... Should, no."
King Ghidorah looked away. "So, how do I get out?"
"Kill Evil God."
This is His world. If He dies, this world will completely collapse."
The center of this world.
There was no light, no sound, nothing that could be captured by human senses.
There is only black—thick, flowing, lifelike black.
Countless black substances gathered from all directions, like countless rivers running towards the sea, like countless blood vessels returning to the heart, like countless wanderers who had been exiled for too long and finally found their way home.
They pile up, overlap, and merge here to form a huge, irregular, black sphere that is constantly creeping and expanding.
The surface of the sphere is covered with cracks, and a dark purple light shines through the cracks, as if something is struggling to come out inside.
How many years, how many years.
A figure condensed from the black substance.
No, it's not a single one - it precipitates simultaneously from countless directions, countless points, and countless black veins, like salt crystallizing from sea water, like dew condensing from mist.
Those figures emerged, moved, and merged on the surface of the black sphere, and finally converged into a vague, human-shaped form with constantly changing outlines. It has no fixed shape because it doesn't need it.
Before the so-called gods existed, the "evil" thoughts of the world already existed.
He is not physical.
He exists in every era. In the era of three clans fighting for hegemony, Dragons, Chaos Beasts, and Primordial Giants tore the already broken earth into even more broken pieces.
He was present in that age, in the form of a plague, spreading from one rotting corpse to another, seeping from one wound into another.
He didn't take action himself because there was no need. When those giant beasts were killing each other, He was already growing in their blood.
In the Age of Gods, the gods were born from the origin of the world, took control of authority, and divided domains.
He was known by the name "Weiergalun" in that era. He fought with the "King of Gods" and was defeated.
The King of the Gods used his godhead to seal Weiergalun in the deepest part of the world. Later, War of the Gods broke out and the gods killed each other in that war, and his seal was loosened.
He once sent a creation - a monster condensed from His flesh and darkness and possessing part of His power, named "Throat of the Abyss".
That creation had been raging on the continent for many years, and the gods were too busy with the civil war to care about it.
It was not until later that a god who was not the strongest at the time, but possessed the purest light authority, stood up.
At the cost of his life, that god defeated Throat of the Abyss and sealed it at the place where he himself fell.
It is now Vagrian Forbidden Land.
And those gods who defeated creation were called "God of Light" by later generations. He didn't know the name of that god, and he didn't need to know it.
It doesn't matter, it's all irrelevant.
In the center of this world, inside the expanding black sphere, a black bead slowly emerged.
The bead is not big, only the size of a fist, and its surface is as smooth as a mirror. It rotates in the dark. Every time it rotates, it absorbs a small, dark purple energy from the surrounding black matter and inhales it into the body.
There is something flowing inside the bead, like magma that has been compressed for countless epochs and is still looking for an outlet.
A very familiar smell.
The breath from that ancient era--King of the Chaos Beasts.
In that wasteland covered with the corpses of giant beasts, King of the Chaos Beasts buried his core deep underground, waiting for a suitable time to wake up again.
But the time never came, because some older being found it before it awoke.
But instead of destroying it, He sealed Chaos Beast King Core in His treasure house and let it continue to sleep in the darkness...
But now, that core was triggered by a black substance seeping out of the void.
The core energy was activated, and the chaotic and violent power belonging to King of the Chaos Beasts was transported here through the invisible umbilical cord that spanned space and time.
Weiergalun completely absorbed that energy.
His strength has recovered to an unimaginable level. It is comparable to that of the Age of Gods, and is far stronger than anything in this era.
He could feel that the seals left by the gods on Him were disintegrating piece by piece. Those shackles that even God King could not completely erase and were carved at a heavy cost were as fragile as paper in front of His power.
His body is waking up from a deep sleep, the joints that have been sleeping for countless thousands of years are stretching, and the organs that have been rotting in the darkness for too long are growing again.
Now, it's OK.
Make "Old World" great again.
Let those forgotten, sealed, and exiled creatures who have been waiting in the darkness for too long reappear on this continent.
Let the remnant souls of the gods who died in War of the Gods, the orphans of the ancient races that were slaughtered in the age of giant beasts, and the aliens who were driven to the edge of the world during the expansion of human beings Civilization...
Everyone knows - they are back.
His voice came out from the black sphere, without direction or emotion, only an almost crazy desire that had been suppressed for too long and could finally be released.
What he desires is not revenge or conquest, but "existence".
It has left such a profound mark on this world that no force can ever erase it.
This is...Old World's desire.