The news of the Black Storm’s dispersal came directly from the God of Demon Spirits herself. Mortals, after all, lacked the divine power to sense changes across such vast distances.

To confirm the news, Oran traveled to the great sea, accompanied by a group of demon spirits.

Standing upon the ocean, a gathering of extraordinary beings and an apostle bearing God’s Form looked out at distant clear skies that stretched for ten thousand miles as their voices rose in joyous celebration.

“It’s gone… It’s really gone.”

“Do you think Ray made it through the storm?”

“How far do you think he’ll go?”

“Will he come back?”

“He will. And maybe, just maybe, he’ll return to tell us what the land where the sun rises is really like.”

It was certain. The Black Storm that had once encircled Ruhe Beast Island, spreading for ten thousand miles, had finally disappeared.

Oran felt a surge of emotion, his heart brimming with anticipation for what might unfold now that the Black Storm had ended.

“This is an opportunity for everyone on Ruhe Beast Island.”

“It marks the beginning of a new era.”

“The era of the sea, the era of distant lands.”

The thought even crossed his mind to leave Ruhe Beast Island for a while, to see what the outside world was really like.

Ruhe Beast Island was the Origin Site of the divine beings, the place where the divine descended and their myths began.

Going back a hundred million years, this land belonged to the Yinsai and Abyss civilizations of the First Era.

Whether in reality or in legend, this island was incredibly unique.

Still, many on the island dreamed of leaving to explore beyond, as people felt both fear and endless curiosity about the unknown.

The unknown held greater possibilities.

The unknown offered the chance to create a different future.

Gamel felt equally stirred, as if he were witnessing a turning point in history, beholding a scene destined to be recorded in the annals.

“Master Oran, what do you think the Black Storm’s dispersal will bring us?”

“What will it bring to all of Ruhe Beast Island?”

Oran answered without hesitation. “It will bring hope and greater possibilities.”

“More ships will appear on the sea. More people will journey to distant lands, explore new places, establish new nations, and perhaps even create new civilizations.”

“Our maps will no longer be confined to Ruhe Beast Island. They will begin to record more distant places.”

“We may encounter the Avel people of old, witness new species, and bring back new things.”

“Perhaps we will even meet that legendary other intelligent race, the Winged People who were born to belong to the sky.”

Gamel’s thoughts drifted to the myths of the Snake Mother Sermos and the ancestor of the Winged People. When certain things came closer, they could evoke fear and revulsion, but when they remained far away, they were often idealized in the imagination.

In the end, Oran decided against leaving Ruhe Beast Island. His purpose was far more significant.

Returning to the alchemy tower in Abyss Royal City, Oran immediately began sorting through his belongings. He planned to store the tower in a storage tool and take it with him.

“Tower of Heaven,” Oran called out as he entered the Tower Spirit control room on the third level.

Inside, the silver Cup of Desire rested within the pool, its head softly singing a haunting melody.

“Tower Spirit,” Oran addressed it directly, his tone steady. “Prepare to enter dormancy and seal the alchemy tower.”

The silver Cup of Desire immediately began to follow his command, but in the final moment before dormancy, it suddenly turned to glance at Oran.

“When do you plan to let the Tower Spirit mysteries lead this world and this age?”

Oran answered simply, “Soon.”

The Cup of Desire’s flower closed, enveloping its own head.

The alchemy tower’s doors and windows began to shut. By the time Oran stepped outside, the great door had sealed completely.

Oran stood before his alchemy tower, reflecting on the question the Cup of Desire had just asked.

In a way, the Cup of Desire embodied Oran’s deepest longings and obsessions, serving as a manifestation of his desires.

He was no longer an ordinary apostle. He had already become a Reincarnator.

However, becoming a mythological being required at least hundreds of thousands or millions of reincarnations. Oran knew he could not afford to undergo them slowly, one by one, in this era.

For this reason, he had to move on to his next destination, the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents.

There, he would meet Apostle Sukob, the one mentioned by the God of Desire and Alchemy. Sukob had discovered a new Path of Mythology and a method to become a deity in this new era. Oran was determined to witness it for himself.

“One final visit to the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents to meet one more person.”

Oran touched the bracelet on his wrist, activating its mechanism. He then pressed his palm firmly against the alchemy tower.

A radiant layer of rainbow light spread outward from his hand, shimmering and flowing like oil paint being brushed across the world.

The rainbow light faded, and the towering ten-meter alchemy tower vanished into his storage grid.

Gamel asked, “Who are we going to meet?”

Oran replied, “Apostle Sukob of the God of Knowledge and Truth.”

This apostle, who had long lived in seclusion in the wilderness, was not as famous as Oran. Many people had never even heard his name.

Yet Oran knew this person was far from simple. He explained to Gamel why the individual was so unique and why they had to seek him out.

“He has discovered a way to ascend as a divine being in this era,” Oran stated.

Gamel nodded. He was already aware that Oran’s journey was driven by his desire to follow the God of Desire and Alchemy and to become a new deity himself.

“Do you think he will be willing to assist us?” Gamel asked.

Oran paused for a moment to consider the question. “I cannot say for certain. I have never interacted with Sukob before, but I am confident we will succeed.”

Gamel tilted his head slightly. “What makes you so sure?”

Oran’s expression remained steady. “I already have a plan. I do not necessarily need his direct help. I only need to find him and confirm my theory.”

He looked toward the horizon, his voice calm yet resolute. “Perhaps just meeting him and observing his work will reveal the answers I seek.”

Arriving beneath the temple of the Demon Spirit Pyramid, Oran did not meet the God of Demon Spirits directly this time.

Instead, he bade farewell to the God of Demon Spirits Elena from beneath the temple, expressing his heartfelt gratitude. He thanked her for her care during this time and for guiding him on the path to becoming a deity.

As he departed, a large group of demon spirits gathered to see him off, holding strips of paper in their hands and waving them enthusiastically toward him.

At first glance, the scene was touching enough to bring tears to one’s eyes. It seemed as though Oran was deeply cherished in Abyss Royal City and the demon spirits could not bear to see him go.

However, upon drawing closer, one could hear what they were actually shouting.

“Don’t forget to pay us back!”

“Make sure you send our things over soon!”

“And don’t mess it up this time! It’s for the Rainbow Tree in the city!”

The papers they waved clearly bore Oran’s name. Each one was an IOU.

Oran waved his sleeves and took away an alchemy tower, but he left behind a mountain of foreign debt.

As he boarded the flying carpet, Oran let out a sigh of relief. The constant presence of creditors had been a heavy burden.

The flying carpet rose slowly into the clouds.

He looked westward, where his final journey awaited him.

On this journey, he had already discovered his purpose for becoming a deity and realized the kind of deity he wanted to be.

And there, he would find the answer to how to ascend as one.

When Oran and Gamel entered the territory of the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents, they were met with shocking news.

The God of Knowledge and Truth and the Evil God of Original Sin from the Abyss had descended. The two mythological beings engaged in a fierce battle in the mortal realm, which resulted in a terrible disaster.

A garrison fort in Zakhar Territory

Here stood what could barely be called an inn. It was a simple earthen structure where merchant caravans stopped to rest. Travelers had to pay the stationed soldiers for the privilege of staying.

The northern region of the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents was entirely tribal. It preserved nomadic customs and had almost no cities nearby. To maintain control, the Royal Court stationed soldiers at key locations, and this was one such place.

“What?”

“When did this happen?”

Hearing this news, Oran could not hide his shocked expression.

Divine wars were something he had only heard about in myths. He never imagined one would occur so close to him.

The elderly merchant from the caravan paused to think. “It was around three or four months ago, I believe.”

“I heard that when the divine beings descended, half the people in Mooneclipse City lost their lives.”

“When I passed through two months ago, I went to see it for myself. The area around Mooneclipse City was completely changed.”

“Several mountains that used to stand there were gone, wiped out entirely. The forests had burned down to ash. The ground was scarred with massive craters, and some have now filled with water and become lakes.”

“By the divine beings above, it was a sight that could chill a man to the bone.”

Based on the timing, it must have occurred just as they were preparing to leave the Thunderlake Kingdom.

They had been secluded in the Endless Desert, completely unaware of such a significant event.

Oran quickly pressed for more. “What happened in the end?”

The elderly merchant scratched his head. “I’m not entirely sure. What I heard is that the Earth Witch prayed to the God of Earth, and the God of Earth stepped in to send both deities back to the Kingdom of God.”

He paused for a moment before adding, “If the Earth Witch hadn’t shown up, who knows what might have happened.”

Both Oran and Gamel understood that what the merchant called the Kingdom of God was what Ability Users called the Dream Realm.

Oran wanted to ask for more details, but the old man only had hearsay. He could not provide any specifics or explain what had truly happened.

Everyone in the caravan shared different versions of the story, with many contradictions and inconsistencies in their accounts.

At one point, they claimed the Evil God descended, and the God of Knowledge and Truth appeared to stop him and protect Mooneclipse City.

In another version, they said both divine beings fought and caused a terrible disaster, until the God of Earth intervened and drove them both out.

In yet another version, they described three deities engaging in a chaotic battle that turned the heavens and earth upside down.

This was not surprising. None of them had been present. Even if they had been, a single movement from a divine being would have been beyond their perception. How could they possibly know what truly occurred?

Most likely, all the ordinary people in Mooneclipse City had seen were flashes of chaotic light in the sky and strange phenomena appearing one after another, before everything came to an abrupt end.

As for who did what and what actually happened, they could only guess and rely on the fragmented stories passed along by others.

However, Oran could roughly guess the specific situation.

The Abyss Evil God was likely plotting something in Mooneclipse City, and the God of Knowledge and Truth must have uncovered this plan. When the two clashed, they were unable to restrain themselves, so the God of Earth had to step in and send them both back to the Dream Realm.

Gamel was utterly shocked. “Master Oran, a war between divine beings…”

“How many people must have died?”

Gamel could not determine the details of the situation or who among the three was right or wrong. For ordinary people, such events were nothing but undeserved calamities, disasters that descended from the heavens.

Oran, however, noticed something unusual about the incident.

While everything seemed to have concluded, the repercussions of this affair were far from over.

The Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents had changed. In truth, Ruhe Beast Island itself was no longer the same.

Oran said, “This might actually be a positive thing.”

Gamel frowned. “A positive thing? Half of Mooneclipse City was destroyed. Mountains were wiped away, forests burned to nothing, and rivers dried up. Countless lives were lost. How can you call that positive?”

Oran nodded thoughtfully. “What has already happened is tragic, and nothing can change that.”

“But looking ahead, this could lead to something better.”

Gamel looked puzzled. “How could this possibly lead to anything better?”

Oran explained, “The outcome was that the reckless and unrestrained deity was forced to leave.”