Midgod!

The central region of the Lost Forest.

The immense fluctuations of the Natural Laws appeared once again. This time, Rog had broken through to the Midgod level!

The Elemental Laws of Lightning and the Judgment Profound Mystery had finally been completely fused today, breaking through that bottleneck. Beyond it lay an entirely different world.

A century ago, when Rog had just become a god, he had been one of the most powerful god-level experts on the continent, but it had been hard to say whether he or the planar overseer Feiqi was stronger.

But now that he was also a Midgod, there was no question about it. After all, he was a Midgod who had fused Profound Mysteries, on a different level from ordinary Midgods, not to mention that he was also a Soul Mutator.

Now I can truly say that I'm invincible in the Material Plane. After that sigh of feeling, Rog began to experience the changes that had come with becoming a Midgod.

He carefully sensed his soul, which had undergone another transformation, and the Midgod Power now circulating within his Divine Clone. The quality of this divine power was no inferior to his previous Fused Divine Power. When Rog tried fusing his divine power again, it turned a blackish purple, but its quality decreased instead of increasing. It was inferior to the Fused Divine Power he had possessed when both his divine selves were Lowgods, and it could not compare to Midgod Power on its own.

My soul has undergone another transformation. A breakthrough in the Death Rule should come soon, too. As for the Death Rule, Rog was still concentrating on the path of the Soul Ray. The depth of his understanding of that path was already approaching the strength of his two Lightning Element Profound Mysteries, while his understanding of the Heart of the Undead path was only as deep as that of a single Profound Mystery.

"Dimont, you madman! Must you force me to take you down with me?" The strongest being here in the Polar Northern Plains was a Silver-Clawed Snow Lion Emperor. This fellow, named Aisi Keluofu, was also a Water Element Lowgod, but he had comprehended the Sharpness of Ice, the Water Law Profound Mystery with the strongest material attacks. He was far stronger than the Water Element god Dimont had encountered over a century ago.

Crack! Crack! The aftershocks of their battle easily tore countless great holes in the ice field. They had even smashed several snow-covered mountains apart.

"Keluofu, you think you can take me down with you? Dream on!" Dimont sneered. Slaughtering the weak over a long period could no longer help him progress in his cultivation, so he had turned his attention to god-level experts. These fellows would all become nourishment for his advancement!

"Ice Edge - Space Rend!" Dimont's weapons were his fists, and Keluofu's were likewise his claws. The Sharpness of Ice he had comprehended, combined with his pair of sharp claws, was enough to tear any enemy apart!

Those icy claws, imbued with absolute zero, tore through space as they struck at the human body Dimont had assumed. The power of this claw strike was already no less than Apide's had been back then. But Dimont was no longer who he had been; his understanding of the Edicts of Destruction was now not far from a breakthrough to the Midgod level. He had long since reached the peak of the Lowgod level.

"That move of yours is somewhat interesting, but that's all you're capable of." A trace of expression appeared on Dimont's cold face. In human form, he was a cold-looking, muscular man with black hair, whose features bore some resemblance to Rog's. His human form was also nearly two meters tall, while Rog himself was only 1.8 meters tall.

"Annihilation Fist!" Although Dimont's cultivation method did not involve specializing in any one path of the Edicts of Destruction, and his attainments in those edicts were far below Rog's in the Death Rule, he had gained some understanding of all three paths of the Edicts of Destruction. The combined amount was not far from what he needed to break through to the Midgod level.

An aura of pitch-black Destruction Divine Power surrounded his iron fist. This Annihilation Fist was Dimont's favorite move. His punch pierced straight through space, and its terrifying power made Keluofu, who was charging in for close combat, turn several shades paler.

Bang! A muffled sound rang out in the air, and a figure dropped to the ground like a ragged sack full of grain. Dimont's body shifted again in midair. Several bloody wounds had been torn into his shoulder,

But injuries of that extent did not even count as minor wounds to him. As for Keluofu, who had fallen to the ground, a shocking hole had appeared in his abdomen. His entire abdomen had been punched through, and traces of Destruction Divine Power still clung to it.

An ordinary Saint-level expert might have died on the spot from such a severe injury, but Keluofu was a god, after all. Though the injury was serious, as long as no one interfered, he could use divine power to recover completely and repair the gaping hole in his body.

"Die!" Unfortunately, Dimont would not give him the slightest chance. Charging forward, Dimont swung his iron fist again. This time, the fist filled with destructive power struck at his head, and the already gravely wounded Keluofu's eyes went wide.

"No!" Amid his unwilling, terrified roar, the iron fist rapidly grew larger before his eyes, and then his consciousness was swallowed up.

Bang! The crisp sound was like a watermelon being smashed. Dimont's way of fighting was as simple and brutal as ever. After smashing his opponent's head, Dimont gained some insight. He put away the Godspark, divine artifacts, and other spoils, then found a secluded cave nearby and entered it to cultivate.

One day, roughly half a month later, fluctuations of the Natural Laws descended upon the Polar Northern Plains.

Dimont had advanced to a Destruction Midgod!

Although Dimont's understanding of the edicts was only that of an ordinary Midgod and could not compare with that of a genius who had fused Profound Mysteries, once he developed the potential of his body, he would presumably be able to rival powerful Highgods. Moreover, now that he had reached the Midgod level, his Innate Divine Ability would become even stronger.

After his successful breakthrough, Dimont no longer showed himself on the continent, but the name of the Demonic God of Destruction echoed throughout the Glais Continent for a long time.

About five years later, Rog's Death Rule Divine Clone finally made its breakthrough as well. In terms of the amount he understood of the Death Rule, Rog might still have fallen short of Dimont's understanding of the Edicts of Destruction, but his understanding of the Soul Ray was exceptionally deep.

Once that depth reached a level comparable to the fusion of two Profound Mysteries of a law, Rog successfully broke through to the Midgod level, even though it encompassed a much smaller amount of the rule.

Hum... Over the past century or so, the successive fluctuations of the Natural Laws had numbed the Saint-level experts of the Glais Continent, even giving them the illusion that becoming a god was easy. In reality, becoming a god in a Material Plane was not easy, especially since the Saints of most Material Planes had only a partial understanding of how to do it. Napu, for example, had simply wasted his innate talent.

The Death Rule has also reached the Midgod level. Next, it's time to go to a Divine Plane. With his breakthrough in the Death Rule, Rog could fuse his two types of Midgod Power to produce power comparable to Highgod Power. Coupled with his fused Lightning Element Profound Mysteries, he was strong enough to rival a Five-Star Fiend in the Infernal Realm. Even there, he would not be considered too weak.

The plane I'm most familiar with is still the Higher Plane of the Infernal Realm. Besides, all the laws are much clearer in the Higher Planes, making them somewhat better than the Seven Divine Planes in that respect. And since I've come to this world, wouldn't the trip have been wasted if I didn't meet those memorable people from the story? Rog soon made his decision: he would go to the Infernal Realm, one of the four Higher Planes.

I wonder where exactly we are in the timeline. Are the Four Divine Beasts still alive? Has Beirut yet to become a Sovereign? Has the protagonist Linley been born? With a measure of excitement and anticipation, Rog took Dimont to the enormous planar teleportation array deep in Starlight Forest.

"Master, I wish you and Brother Dimont good luck on your journey." Watching the two depart, Wald, who had transformed into a burly, bald man, could only offer his good wishes. He was merely a Lowgod who had become a god by refining a Godspark, and his strength was far too weak. If he went to the Infernal Realm, not only would he be unable to help his master, he might even hold him back. Presumably, that was why his master had chosen not to take him along, leaving him on the Glais Continent instead.

"A Higher Plane... I hope we can meet again someday." According to his master, one needed at least the strength of a Seven-Star Fiend to accumulate enough wealth to return from a Higher Plane.

Although Wald did not know what level a Seven-Star Fiend was, he had never heard of a god returning to the Glais Continent from a Higher Plane or Divine Plane in all these years. He knew that doing so must be extremely difficult, but he firmly believed that his great master would surely succeed.

Deep in Starlight Forest.

Eleven enormous planar teleportation arrays stood behind the three of them, corresponding to the four Higher Planes and the Divine Planes.

Feiqi looked at Rog and Dimont standing before him, his gaze complicated. It had taken him tens of thousands of years to cultivate to the Midgod level, and that had been in the Life Divine Realm.

He said with emotion, "It's only been a little over a hundred years, hasn't it? Yet you two have already reached this level. Going from Lowgod to Midgod in a hundred years-you two are the greatest geniuses from the Glais Continent I've seen in over twenty thousand years."

"You're too kind, Mr. Feiqi. I still have to thank you for recommending that I go to the Hanno Mountain Range back then. The environment there really helped me a great deal." Rog remained composed, and he was grateful for Feiqi's guidance back then.

"Comprehending the Profound Mysteries of the laws ultimately depends on oneself." Feiqi shook his head. "Let's leave that aside. Which plane are you planning to go to?" Feiqi changed the subject and asked Rog.

"The Infernal Realm," Rog replied.