Traveler of the River of Time and Space

"You have gained new insights into the Mind Storm."

The Space-Time Monitor System quickly flashed a piece of information, but Su Ziyu had no time to pay attention to it because he was soon drawn to a second bright glowing orb. However, this orb was slightly strange, with a hint of eerie dark red, and before Su Ziyu could get close, he already felt a terrifying fear, as if it was personal.

Void.

Su Ziyu seemed to have arrived in a shattered star system, an elemental plane that had been destroyed by a universe-shattering battle. He saw piles of corpses, some appearing like floating asteroids.

—Ancient Evil!

—Obelisk Demon Lord!

—Otherworld Divine Attendant!

—Blazing Angels!

When Su Ziyu's gaze swept over these corpses, he saw a torrent of information flashing by. No one knew how long this battle had lasted; he could even see, in the distant horizon, shattered continental shelves and planets cleaved open like they were sliced by a sword.

At this moment, the emotions of Storm Lord-Bachard were extremely excited.

For he had won.

He had just defeated a tremendously powerful enemy and devoured their body, seizing the Divinity within them. With just a little more time, he could complete his ascension and become a newly anointed leader among the Obelisk Demons. Although there were many tempting spoils all around, Bachard dared not seize them. Even knowing that in a faraway direction, the remains of a True God drifted in the star realm void, he didn't dare approach to devour it.

He used the storm in the void to conceal his figure, and here, his once massive body didn't seem so conspicuous. Excited beyond measure, he cautiously approached, come closer, closer.

Then.

He saw blood and flame, saw a sword light tearing through the void, saw an angel with broken wings treading the blood road in the void, appearing before him.

A great fear assaulted him!

All the invading Obelisk Demons in this Crystal Wall Element would never forget that handsome face, never forget the blood-stained armor on that person, the burning sword of blood and fire, and that steadfast fighting spirit that even demons feared.

"Asmodeus!..." Bachard's soul trembled, his mind resounding with the tremor of the other's True Name.

This blood-stained angel's expression was extremely cold.

Only when his gaze fell upon his fallen comrades did fleeting grief appear in his eyes. His vision did not linger on Storm Lord-Bachard but passed directly through his massive body, gazing at the far void.

There, a terrible power was swirling.

Space was bending and twisting, countless angels' broken bodies were torn into fragments, and the twisted void formed claws and fangs, devouring everything in this Crystal Wall Element.

Crunch!

The man carelessly tore off the already broken Angel's Wings behind him, threw them into the void without concern, and then smoke and burn marks appeared on the surface of his body, the flame destroying his handsome appearance, the angel armor blessed by gods showing mottled rust marks, gradually breaking, revealing a naked chest and a heart throbbing like a volcano, magma flowing as his blood in the renewed body.

Crunch!

The other Angel's Wing was also torn off by him, the splashing blood turning into blazing flames. This man, who had terrified countless Obelisk Demons, personally tore off the angel wings from his back, and his previously majestic body seemed slightly hunched, giant black demon horns grew from his forehead, and evil power was devouring everything around.

"He is polluted!"

"Asmodeus has been polluted by the power of Chaos!" Storm Lord-Bachard's heart filled again with immense joy, the joy that comes after fear retreats.

The most terrifying adversary becomes an ally.

Nearby in this void, numerous Obelisk Demons were joyous, and so excited they were trembling, imagining the expression of the gods as they faced the most terrifying warrior they had created.

Perhaps today they could invade Heavenly Mountain!

What an exciting prospect!

But, no.

Soon, fear once again enveloped Bachard, shrouding all nearby demons because they felt another, distinctly different evil power on Asmodeus's body. Although the power was extremely evil, it was not chaotic.

This is not chaotic!

Evil has eroded him, but chaos has not.

Asmodeus has only absorbed the evil power of demons, yet the might of Order still holds firm in the depths of his mind.

He has become stronger.

Asmodeus's form continued forward with determination. With each step he took, the burning blood and flames behind him intensified, and a power filled with order and evil demon power grew rapidly, as the massive bodies of numerous Obelisk Demons dissolved bit by bit under his shadow.

Escape!

Must escape!

To delay any further is to die!

In the nearby void, many demons had this thought, and Storm Lord-Bachard was no different. Thus, he turned and fled without hesitation, using the power of the storm to escape ahead of the other demons.

Pain! Pain! Pain!

A sudden wave of sharp pain hit.

Bachard saw his severed fin, saw other demons behind being sliced in half by a sword, saw the back of Asmodeus as he turned away, uninterested in pursuing these weaker Obelisk Demons. After cutting down some small fry with one sword swing, his gaze resolutely moved toward the far void.

There lies his battlefield, as a primordial demon from the True Void has descended upon this Crystal Wall Element.

In massive terror, the figure of Storm Lord-Bachard frantically fled.

Who knows how long it was.

Su Ziyu finally awoke from this memory. The terrifying battle deeply shook his mind; he saw the ancient gods' corpses drifting in the void, seemed to see endless Obelisk Demons, saw grotesque, unseeable ancient evils, and saw powerful angels of order. It was an era before the Bottomless Abyss, an era existing within Bachard's memories.

Suddenly.

Su Ziyu sensed a great crisis, then he saw Lord Stephen's figure appear beside him. Following his gaze, Su Ziyu's pupils suddenly contracted, as he found that in Bachard's memory sea, a handsome, refined-looking young man had appeared. He wore a bright red robe, held a scepter in his hand, and gazed calmly at him, still smiling with interest.

—"Asmodeus [Lord of Hell] [Saint Incarnation]????????"

Lord Stephen's phantom took a step forward, shielding Su Ziyu behind him, then cheerfully greeted ahead: "Long time no see."

"Lord Asmodeus!"

The Lord of Hell, referred to as Asmodeus, upon hearing this, also smiled. His gaze appeared calm, glancing at Su Ziyu with a playful expression: "I heard someone calling my True Name in their heart, peeping into my past within fading memories."

"Didn't expect it would be you all."

The tone suddenly turned cold. Under Su Ziyu's Spiritual Vision, he saw blood and fire ignite behind the other, bringing terrifying pressure.

"Hehe." Lord Stephen took out a silver pocket watch, glanced at it as if checking the time, his smile unfaltering: "Young ones need a bit of training, bringing him to understand a bit of the past."

"Surely, Your Excellency wouldn't be petty with a junior over this?"

Asmodeus's expression grew solemn upon hearing this. He scrutinized Su Ziyu carefully, then chuckled lightly: "It's him?"

"The gods of the Pantheon wouldn't treat such weaklings politely!"

Lord Stephen relished in replying: "That would be our matter; I shall teach them what politeness means."

The Lord of Hell before them fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed softly, turning into smoke, dissipating in this sea of memories.

"You continue." Lord Stephen paused, turned to smile at Su Ziyu.

Saying so, his figure vanished too.

"Young one. Seize the opportunity." Lord Stephen's voice echoed in Su Ziyu's mind: "Besides bringing you to snipe the Storm God of this Crystal Wall Element, it would be very difficult to have you encounter such a pure opportunity for the realm of [Storm]."

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