"Damn it… the people from Heaven's Mountain."
Although Chu Hao had never personally seen the legendary Divine Realm of Heaven's Mountain, after living in this world for many years, he could still recognize its presence from the light and singing alone.
After all, in this world, only the beings ruling over Heaven's Mountain would make such a flamboyant entrance.
Cough. Well… perhaps that wasn't entirely fair.
More accurately speaking, every Divine Realm was completely unique.
Beyond differing laws and followers, their manifestations also influenced other worlds in distinct ways.
For example, Bai Chen's world, when manifested, exuded the power of the stars.
Chu Hao's Endless Abyss, on the other hand, emitted dark, corrupted chants when it appeared.
And when Heaven's Mountain manifested—partially, at least—it brought forth the same familiar scene as now.
Disgusting white feathers falling everywhere, angelic hymns echoing across the skies.
As a true god, Chu Hao was unaffected by such things. While mortals wept at the divine song, he—whose mind was illuminated by divine fire—could sense clearly that the so-called "song" was merely the overflow of a rule.
Among those rules was one akin to mind control.
Such a law could enslave weak-willed beings, turning them into puppets of Heaven's Mountain.
Yes—puppets.
No matter how devout one appeared after being lured in, no matter how fervently they begged for salvation, in the eyes of that monstrous world called Heaven's Mountain, they were worthless tools.
Only the angels decided who was truly worthy to enter and be accepted.
"Damn it… why would an angel from Heaven's Mountain come here?"
Though Chu Hao had no reason to oppose the angel yet, he could sense instinctively that its arrival was not simple.
In that instant, countless clues flashed through his mind, connecting into a vague realization.
The mutation in the secret realm, the "great figure" Moira once mentioned, the conspiracy theories he'd heard, the main gods stationed to guard their domains—
All of it made him feel closer to uncovering part of this world's truth.
"Whatever. I'm getting out of here."
Rational and calculating as ever, Chu Hao made the wisest decision the moment Heaven's angel entered this world—leave immediately.
He no longer cared about the resources or the rules from the eight-shaped world he'd just conquered.
The loss seemed large, but he had gained something better—a brain worm.
Its genetic structure and unique abilities, once analyzed, would easily compensate for the loss.
In fact, Chu Hao sensed that the secrets within this Void Zerg were even more important than the sacrificial rule itself.
"Retract—the tendrils of the Endless Abyss…"
His calm voice echoed out.
At once, the black mist of the Abyss, which had stretched across the battlefield to battle the gray tide of the Void Zerg, began to rapidly draw back into the crimson vortex of the Endless Abyss.
But before all of it could return, Chu Hao's eyes widened.
He noticed something impossible—
The anchoring teleportation method he planned to use had been sealed off by a brand-new crystalline barrier rule.
Slowly, Chu Hao turned his gaze toward the space behind the descending angel.
There, within the expanding rift, countless golden "swords of light" interlocked to form a massive crystal wall.
This wall not only prevented the Zerg-infested multiversal embryo from spreading outward—it had another purpose as well.
It blocked all forms of information, including divine fire itself, from leaving or entering this world.
Everything was sealed by that new crystalline barrier.
In simpler terms—
Chu Hao was completely trapped by a god stronger than himself.
No matter what method he used, he couldn't leave.
Even the anchoring teleportation he relied upon was useless—unless the other side allowed it.
And that stronger god was none other than the Archangel of Judgment—Peter.
Realizing this, Chu Hao lifted his head, eyes burning with fury and malice, staring at the distant angel.
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"My God… what a disgusting creature."
The Archangel Peter, having descended, fixed his gaze on the gray tide in the distance.
With his divine sight, he clearly observed the Zerg—every grotesque detail of their bodies and even the secrets buried within them.
Unlike Chu Hao, ruler of the Endless Abyss, Peter was far stronger. He could perceive vast amounts of information with a single glance—something Chu Hao could never yet achieve.
That was the difference between a seasoned god and a newly ascended one.
Accumulation—
The weight of countless years.
"Endless hunger… so that's what it is."
Though Peter had studied the Zerg's traits before entering this multiversal core, only when he faced them directly did he feel the suffocating pressure they exuded—an instinct that could suppress even gods.
Under the swarm's devouring tide, one secret realm after another turned to lifeless gray ash.
And with each world consumed, their numbers only grew.
"If these Zerg aren't exterminated soon, this entire realm will be destroyed…"
Peter took a deep breath.
Then—unlike other gods who summoned their followers—he did something shocking.
He reached into the light behind him and drew out… a horn inscribed with golden runes.
As the others looked on in confusion, Peter raised it to his lips and blew.
A resounding call burst forth.
Light—endless light—erupted from behind him.
And within that light, legions upon legions appeared.
An army from Heaven itself!