Above the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, the Void storm still howled.
The God of Battle had fallen only moments before. The tender shoot that sprouted from the blood of battle was still swaying gently in the wind, the broken hammer handle was still stuck in the scorched earth, and a drop of ancient god's blood, which had not yet completely seeped out, slowly slid down—just then, the Void cracked open.
It wasn't torn apart, nor smashed open, but rather "allowed to split," as if a God King decree commanded heaven and earth to submit.
A figure emerged from the crack.
It was an existence beyond words, surrounded by countless phantom images of gods.
The God of Time transformed into River of Time flowing over his left shoulder; the God of Space folded into a silver arm guard on his right arm; the God of Cause and Effect wove a net behind him; and the God of Life and Death bloomed alternately at his feet like twin lotus flowers.
Each Spirit Ruins is complete and pure, and each Particle Gods represents a material structure and its corresponding law. These structures and laws intertwine, merge, and nourish each other, ultimately coalescing into an outline—the outline of a human.
Lord of Endless.
Lancelot!!
He didn't possess the Berserk aura of the God of Battle, nor the cold, orderly light of the God of Law. He simply stood there quietly, yet the ruins of the entire Primordial Heaven Realm trembled.
It was not out of fear, but out of "awe"—the broken remains of the sacred mountain, the lingering aura of the ancient gods, and the primordial essence that had not yet completely dissipated all instinctively submitted to him, respectfully bowing down to this king of gods.
Lancelot's body was no longer made of flesh and blood, but Endless Divine Body condensed from countless "matter".
Those substances included not only ordinary gold, iron, jade, and stones, but also the most primordial existences of the universe, including the core matter after a star collapses, the void matter condensed in the Abyss of the Void, the primordial materials nurtured in the depths of the Void Sea, and even Divine Matter extracted from the Divine Body.
He fused billions of substances into one, using the supreme furnace of the Matter System, ultimately forging this flawless, Eternity, and supreme Divine Body.
Countless Particle Gods faces overlapped on Lancelot's face, making him appear sometimes very young, even as if he had just been born; and sometimes very old, as if he had lived through countless eras.
His deep black eyes were as dark as the deepest Abyss of the Void, but occasionally starlight would flash across them, the final traces of the stars in the Endless Star Sea passing through his eyes.
Lancelot opened his palm, looked down, and gazed at the blood of the God of Battle in his palm.
The blood was like a translucent, blood-red star; though it had lost all its vitality, faint clusters of light still lingered within it.
That was an undying fighting spirit, different from that of the God of War of the Astral Realm Dax. The God of Battle's fighting spirit was wilder and more unrestrained, like the splendid midsummer sun, brilliant and dazzling.
A dim golden light flew out from the area where the God of Battle had fallen; this was the Primordial Divine Soul.
Martial Battle Divine Soul.
Each Primordial Divine Soul is a power bestowed upon these uniquely gifted beings by the world.
The Martial Battle Divine Soul is the original imprint left behind after the fall of the strongest ancient god in the Primordial Heaven.
At this moment, the entire Heavenly Realm is filled with countless Primordial Divine Soul, each of which records the complete existence of a Primordial God.
Their way, their memory, their emotions, their will.
The Martial Battle Divine Soul of the God of Battle is the most fervent among these Primordial Divine Soul, burning with an inextinguishable flame of war; the other ancient gods are either cold, fiery, calm, or Berserk, but at this moment they have all lost their masters and are drifting in the ruins of the Primordial Heaven, waiting for some kind of destiny.
"Come."
Lancelot spoke softly.
As the voice faded, the Primordial Divine Soul trembled simultaneously. As if sensing some kind of summons, or driven by instinct, they slowly drifted towards Lancelot.
As they floated, they merged and intertwined, eventually condensing into a huge sphere of light that hovered above Lancelot's palm.
Within the sphere of light, countless phantoms of ancient gods appeared and disappeared—there was God of War roaring to the sky, Sage meditating with his eyes closed, a madman dancing wildly, and a sorrowful person with tears streaming down his face. All the phantoms were doing what they were doing in the last moments of their lives, and all the memories were flowing Eternity within the sphere of light.
A complex emotion flashed in Lancelot's eyes.
He recognized these Primordial God, and in the God Tomb, at the moment he became the God King, it was as if he had traveled through Space-Time, experiencing all the ages of the gods from the beginning of time to the present and even into the future.
Birth, trough, glory, decline...
Countless gods, including those from Faith System and Primordial System, New God and Old God, and even the gods of the Northern Spirit Empire, are recorded in the God Tomb. Therefore, although Lancelot was not a powerful figure cultivated by the orthodox Divine System, his understanding of the various internal affairs of the Divine System is definitely among the top in the Astral Realm.
"I want your Primordial Divine Soul."
The Lord of Endless spoke to the clusters of light floating in his palm, especially the most blazing flame:
"God of Battle, rest in peace."
The flames did not respond; they simply burned even more intensely.
Lancelot nodded slightly, opened his mouth, and swallowed the ball of light—containing all the ancient gods of the Primordial Heaven —in one gulp.
Boom!!!
His body suddenly erupted with dazzling light!
Countless phantoms of Primordial God spun wildly, countless substances roared within his body, and the marks of countless ancient gods collided, merged, and sublimated fiercely with his own origin, causing his aura to rise at a visible speed.
Just then--
"Stop."
A chilling will descended from the sky.
The light of order poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the ruins of the entire Primordial Heaven. The illusory images of the Great Dao that were running wildly suddenly froze, the roaring matter suddenly stopped, and the Primordial Divine Soul that were merging suddenly stopped—even Lancelot's rising aura was abruptly interrupted.
The God of Law descended from heaven.
His body was still woven from chains of order, but it was larger and more complete than when he fought the God of Battle. The chains that had broken before had been completely repaired, each one shimmering with an even colder silver light. The Holy Grail of Origin was still held in his palm, and the crack on the cup was still there, but it had been sealed by layers of light of order, so it would not affect his power for the time being.
His gaze fell on Lancelot, and the torrent of data flowing in his eyes was running wildly, as if he were reading, analyzing, and evaluating the being before him.
"Lord of Endless".
The God of Law spoke, his voice seemingly etched directly into the laws of heaven and earth, resounding deep within the soul:
"The Primordial Divine Soul of the Primordial Heaven belongs to the Northern Spirit Empire. Surrender the portion you have already devoured and accept the judgment of order."
The God of Law remains incredibly powerful. Even when facing the recently infamous Lancelot, despite his apprehension, he shows no hesitation – this is the confidence that comes from a super-civilization.
Lancelot slowly raised his head.
His eyes remained as deep as Abyss Void, but now there was something else in them—a smile.
"Jud me?"
Lancelot's voice was very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself, but every word he uttered stirred up a ripple in the Void —ripples of resonance with the rules of the Astral Realm, ripples of submission to the laws, ripples that the entire Void listened to intently.
"You judged the God of Battle, and he shattered your Holy Grail of Origin."
Lancelot pointed to the crack on the Holy Grail of Origin.
"Now you want to judge me?!"
Lancelot paused, his smile deepening, yet it resembled the baring fangs of a Chaos Behemoth:
"I was wondering if you don't want this broken cup anymore?"
The God of Law did not respond, but his brows furrowed deeply.
It wasn't that the God of Law didn't want to respond, but rather that He couldn't. The moment the Lord of Endless uttered those words, He realized He was actually "guessing." As the embodiment of order, as the wielder of the laws, He shouldn't have any "guessing"—because everything is within order, everything is within the laws, everything can be precisely calculated and accurately predicted. But at this moment, facing the Lord of Endless, He couldn't calculate what would happen next.
This existence seems to transcend the boundaries of order.
The Lord of Endless is like a variable that is constantly and rapidly iterating.
It changes every moment.
The speed at which his body changed exceeded that of any being known in the database of the God of Law.
This is simply unbelievable.
"How is this possible? Is this a characteristic of the Lord of Endless Path, or some other reason?" The God of Law was shaken.
It seems you can't see through me.
Lancelot tilted his head, smiled, and said:
"Why don't you let me leave?"
"It's just a new sample. The unknown is actually a good thing, as it can make up for the deficiencies in the order." The God of Law quickly calmed down, and his expression returned to its indifferent state.
"Very well, then let's fight!!"
Lancelot smiled, and before he finished speaking, he made his move.
Without the Berserk charge of God of Battle, without the earth-shattering battle cry, without any superfluous movements, Lancelot simply raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.
A long spear materialized out of thin air in his palm.
It is the Spear of Destruction.
The gun's body was as black as Void Abyss, with countless runes flowing across its surface. These runes were not any known script, but rather the embodiment of "Destruction" itself. Each rune was writhing, roaring, and yearning to Termination everything. The gun tip was not sharp, but a constantly collapsing singularity, as if it were the ultimate Destruction, the end of existence, and the embodiment of everything returning to nothingness.
The Spear of Destruction.
It was formed from Augustus, the God of Destruction, within Lancelot.
Augustus a weapon, not a tool, but an independent, complete, and self-aware God of Destruction.
Before being completely refined by Lancelot, he was a being on par with the Peak Supreme God, the Supreme God who wielded the Law of Destruction and ruled a vast Knight Empire, the founder of the knightly path, and the supreme faith of countless knights.
But he was defeated, defeated by Lancelot, and refined into a part of the Infinity Particle Gods of the Endless Divine Body. From then on, he slept deep within Lancelot's Divine Body, residing on the throne of Destruction, becoming one of the two Pillar God.
After transforming into the Destruction Long Spear, Augustus became almost like a weapon spirit.
A blurry phantom appeared on the gun, a figure clad in black robes with a ferocious face and eyes burning with a mad rage to Destruction everything—it was Augustus, who had completely entered a state of Destruction frenzy.
"Finally... it's time to Destruction again..."
The phantom emitted a low laugh, filled with anticipation and madness.
Lancelot ignored Augustus.
He simply gripped the spear tightly and gently pushed it forward.
This handing over was done without any fluctuation of power, without any manifestation of laws, without any earth-shattering phenomena—it was just like an ordinary person casually handing over a wooden stick.
But the pupils of the God of Law suddenly contracted!
In His perception, this was not an attack, but a "definition"—the Lord of Endless was using this shot to define one thing: from this moment on, this area is no longer governed by order.
The Holy Grail of Origin trembled violently, and the power of order within it surged forth automatically, attempting to resist this "definition." But as soon as that power of order emerged, it froze in mid-air, and then—vanished.
It wasn't defeated, it wasn't neutralized, but rather "defined" as non-existent.
The God of Law took a half step back for the first time.
"Matter System... can also interfere with Eternity rules?"
Are you already pursuing three paths simultaneously?
"Three roads?"
Lancelot shook his head slightly:
You've misunderstood.
He took a step forward.
As this step was taken, the ruins of the entire Primordial Heaven trembled violently—not because of power, but because the "rules" themselves were being rewritten. The ruins, which were originally shrouded in the light of order, began to return to a state of chaos; the space that had been formatted began to crack again; and the aura of the ancient gods that had been erased re-emerged from the void.
"What I can do is not interfere with the rules."
Lancelot took another step.
With this step, the three chains of order on the God of Law simultaneously snapped—not because they were shattered by external force, but because the rules governing the rebirth of this world explicitly stipulated that "these three chains should not exist."
"It uses the structure of matter to manipulate and reset the rules."
Lancelot took his third step.
With this step, the crack on the Holy Grail of Origin suddenly widened—the crack, which had been sealed layer by layer, now broke through all the seals and spread wildly in all directions. The power of order within the cup began to leak out, and each drop of leaking power of order transformed into a land of laws in the Void. However, as soon as that land of laws was formed, it was forcibly rewritten by some higher will, turning into chaos.
The God of Law's expression changed drastically.
The God of Battle and the Lord of Endless are two completely different beings.
The God of Battle doesn't care about rules. His fighting spirit is so intense that it ignores the existence of rules, forcibly carving out his own path under the suppression of rules. He is a beast struggling madly in the cage of order. His struggle will break the cage, but he will always remain in the cage.
The Lord of Endless directly rewrites the rules. He doesn't struggle within the cage of order, but stands outside the cage, casually telling it: You are no longer a cage, or rather, you must be in another form.
This is the power displayed by the Lord of Endless before he has cultivated his own Law System to his current level. If he advances further in the future, it will be an earth-shattering breakthrough.
Upon realizing this, the God of Law experienced a violent surge of emotion for the first time. It was genuine shock, the instinctive reaction of the embodiment of order to an existence that transcends order.
Lancelot did not answer.
He simply raised his Destruction Long Spear and aimed it at the God of Law.