All gods gasped upon seeing the message pop up on the seventy-seventh floor.
[All gods are confused!]
[All demons are nervous that they might get on Vimalacitraās bad side!]
The demons were speechless. Vimalacitra was like the Asura King from the demonic societies, rivaling the king of gods in the godly societies long before the Tower had been created. Although there were legends that he had been defeated in a fight with one of Devaās strongest supreme gods, Indra, but at the time, he had only lost due to numbers, not individual strength.
Furthermore, Vimalacitra had repeatedly pushed Indra near destruction, so when determining who was most threatening, no god in Deva could equal him. Recently, he had even stepped out of Jie Sect and was roaming the world alone. Now that the message of his reappearance in the world again popped up, many swallowed nervously.
āā¦itās been a while since Iāve breathed this air.ā An old man who had a sword taller than himself slowly opened his abnormal eyes, which flashed. āIs this the Towerās lower world?ā
Dududuā¦!Ā The old man had only opened his mouth to speak, but the stage trembled.
āI like how fresh the air is. Itās too musty up there now, so itās boring.ā
Contrary to his statement, the current atmosphere of the seventy-seventh floor was far from fresh. The more intense the godsā attacks, the more magic power Allforone released onto the stage. Space twisted and turned while the natural laws were crushed, leaving a ruined atmosphere. It was hot and displeasingāheavy and uncomfortable.
All the rankers that had followed Yeon-woo into the seventy-seventh floor were feeling nauseated. They froze up, wondering what they were doing and where they were at. It was a battlefield where even the gods were having difficulty.
But Vimalacitra described it as āfresh.ā Although the Asura race had been combined with the Jie Sect because they were small in number, they were a group that was born to fight. And since Vimalacitra was the king of such a race and was praised as the king of kings, battlefields were like a safe haven for him.
Peace came to the heavenly world after Malach and LāInfernal made a pact and Luciferās wings were clipped. No one messed up the order of the heavenly world any longer. Thus, these past years had been extremely boring and exhausting for Vimalacitra. However, this age of confusion centered around Yeon-woo made him feel alive again, and his frozen heart began to melt. Now, it had finally melted him into action.
The raid of Allforoneāit was the greatest battlefield to be made after the gods and demons were trapped in the heavenly world. However, Vimalacitra wasnāt interested in Allforone or creator gods made anew. He wanted Yeon-woo. He needed to find the one who had called him here. His attention was focused entirely on the new king of gods.
[Many gods are astonished at the scale of divinity being exuded from Vimalacitra!]
[A few gods stand tensely at Vimalacitraās appearance!]
āAnd the way all these fools blabber on is the same as ever. Humph!ā Vimalacitra stopped breathing in the heated atmosphere of the battlefield and smiled twistedly. His tone was grave and scholarly, with a hint of certain arrogance.
Even though he tried to ignore it, Vimalacitra felt countless gazes focused on him as soon as he descended. They were full of fear, wariness, horror, confusion, admiration, and many other emotions. He scoffed. āIt would be best for you to look away before I pull those eyes out. Iām not interested in you idiots that are blinded by reputation and believe in strength in numbers.ā
[Many gods frantically look away.]
[A few gods feel insulted at Vimalacitraās mockery.]
[Very few gods express resistance toward Vimalacitra. They show hostility.]
āHumph! Hostility?ā Vimalacitra stroked his chin with his hand and scoffed.
āI suppose it would be bestā¦ā Vimalacitra gripped the black handle on his back. āTo pull out those foolish eyes that canāt realize your opponent and judge your own strength.ā
Vimalacitra brandished his sword. Although he had simply swung the sword in the air, the aftermath was far from simple.Ā Crash! Dududu. Crash. Rumble.Ā Like shooting stars, the stars illuminating the sky fell to the ground after an explosion. All the divine beings exposed to Vimalacitraās trajectory soared down in torn pieces.
[āBlack Gubitaraā has burst!]
[The god āArteā has been destroyed!]
[The god āRatuā has been destroyed!]
[The god āAllardiā has been destroyed!]
ā¦
[Many gods fall!]
[The gods near the fallen gods suffer from curses!]
[Curses spread like a plague between the gods!]
ā¦
[Many gods are fearful!]
[A few gods are shocked at Vimalacitraās newfound strength!]
ā¦
[The godly societies are shaken.]
[The godly societies are in a confused state!]
[The godly societies are in a horrified state!]
ā¦
[The leader of āMalachā Metatron takes precaution against Vimalacitra and warns him not to disrupt the raid of Allforone.]
[The head of āLāInfernalā Baal clicks his tongue and tells the demons not to get involved with Vimalacitra.]
[Cernunnos continues to look at Vimalacitra with silent eyes.]
Vimalacitra smiled widely. He had worried that his sword-wielding skills wouldāve diminished because heād been training his mind and hadnāt touched a sword for a while. However, it seemed his skills had improved if anything.
āIs it because Iāve been enlightened recently?ā Vimalacitra didnāt know what it was, but it wasnāt a bad thing. Now, he needed to get adjusted to this new feeling in holding the sword. And there was no better way to do that than spill some blood, and there just happened to be idiots glaring at him.
Thump. Thump.Ā Vimalacitra struck down his sword again, as if to get rid of everything in his path to clean his way to Yeon-woo.
āWhat kind of person is the new future king of gods? Is he different from what I saw from above?ā Vimalacitra was so curious that his heart blazed.
* * *
āIs this the Fountain of Resentment?ā
According to the legends, when the king of gods Kronos made Scythe, he had collected the universeās various treasures and minerals and dunked them in the Fountain of Resentment. There was nothing more known than that, so Yeon-woo was curious what the Fountain of Resentment was.
Kronos had nonchalantly given a short explanation.Ā Itās purely the legends Iāve achieved.
Yeon-woo narrowed his eyes at the countless scenes and letters that surrounded him. There were so many scenes that he couldnāt even begin to count them. One letter after another swam in the air, tightly filling up the space like a book. Recorded were the legends Kronos had built over eons and eons. Yeon-woo felt his body sink as if he was really inside a fountain.
Adamant and Darkness Jade are required to create Scythe, but thereās something more important.
What is it?
Before Yeon-woo set his plans in motion, Kronos had explained the process in creating Scythe to Yeon-woo.
Restoring.
Restoringā¦?
The springs must be restored to their original state.
Yeon-woo immediately understood what Kronos meant. Scythe itself was an artifact with great divinity, and it was based on Kronosā legends and divine ability. To restore its functions, Kronosā roots, the two springs, needed to be fixed first.
The spring of death was completely restored, even strengthened, after you climbed to the throne of death. The concept of death you have already exceeds anything I achieved during my prime. However, the time of spring isnāt at that state. Itās because the power of time is rare and precious, which makes it hard to find gods with this ability. Thatās why you donāt know where to start to restore it, isnāt it? And you canāt just carelessly do what you want with it, since the spring of time has already been synchronized to Jeong-wooās vestigeā¦ Itās also quite different from what the Black King gave you, and from the path I walked too.
The ability of time itself was removed from the Black King. The Black King was emptiness that had existed before the creation of the universe. He represented the condition of being āpaused,ā when the concept of time didnāt exist.
Considering how time was a moving concept, it was the direct opposite of the Black King. Despite that, Kronos had the ability of time while he was the Black Kingās Apostle. It wasnāt from the Black King, but it was a power that Uranus had left behind to save Kronos from the Demonism.
It would be best if we could summon your grandfather to learnā¦but that isnāt possible.
Yeon-woo could feel the sadness in Kronosā voice as he spoke. After all, if Yeon-woo could use Summon of the Dead on Uranus, Kronos would probably be the most overjoyed.
But that doesnāt mean there isnāt a way. Enter my legends. Since youāve already absorbed my true body, if weāre united as well, there should be no problem in you going in. Weāve been synchronized once too. Meet your grandfather there and learn about the ability of time.
It was a novel way of thinking to enter Kronosā legends to learn the ability from someone they couldnāt meet anymore. However, as Kronos said, it couldāve been the only way to fully restore the spring of time. And they didnāt have much time now.
[Choose the legend you want to play from the following.]
[1. The age with Gaia]
[2. The age of quarrels]
[3. The age of a lowly adopted son]
[4. The age of an Apostle]
ā¦
[Warning! You are currently connected to a legend of an old being. The longer you are exposed to anotherās legends, the greater the threat of your ego disappearing.]
[The time limit is marked.]
[Current time limit: 12 hours]
[Finish all your tasks within the time limit. If you exceed the limit, your ego may be destroyed.]
[The countdown begins.]
[12:00:00]
[11:59:59_99]
[11:59:59_98]
ā¦
Yeon-woo didnāt waste any time and chose the legend.
[The third option āThe age of a lowly adopted sonā has been chosen.]
[The chosen legend is played.]
[You will be given a part of Kronosā memories for a smooth progression.]
Whoosh!Ā Yeon-woo felt his body becoming lighter as he was embraced in the familiar light. At the same time, he was curious why Kronosā legends were called the āFountain of Resentment.ā
āWill I be able to find out after experiencing this legend?ā With those thoughts, Yeon-woo slowly opened his eyes.