Chapter 1442: Chapter 1399: Do You Want Me to Spit It Out? Chapter 1442: Chapter 1399: Do You Want Me to Spit It Out? The God King, with his towering physique, sat upon the Divine Throne, seemingly idle. In truth, he was busier than any other being in the world, for the domain he ruled was simply too vast.

As the initial opener and creator, the strongest existence wielding supreme power, the God King had not fallen into decadence but was dutifully performing the obligations that matched his rights.

While he appeared to be seated on the Divine Throne, in reality, what was sitting there was merely an avatar, possessing but a fraction of power. His true form, along with many other incarnations, were traversing the domains under his command, dealing with all manner of issues, both great and small.

“Muria, all matters across the various domains have been almost settled; we can begin now.”

Pure white Divine Light surged in front of Muria’s Divine Throne, eventually coalescing into a tall, elegantly formed goddess.

“Mm,” the Muria seated on the Divine Throne gently responded, slowly opening his originally tightly shut eyes. Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire swirled in his eyes, and then they began to evolve into a vast and primordial world.

“Your power has become stronger again.”

Gazing into Muria’s eyes, Michaela couldn’t help but express her admiration, for being a wielder of Powerful Divine Force herself, she actually felt pressured at that moment. It was important to note that the being before her was not Muria’s true form, but merely an avatar.

“Gaining strength is normal. If I were not to progress in my current state, that would be odd,” Muria responded with a warm smile to his companion’s sentiment.

“Your power now should be comparable to a Third-rank Epic, capable of creation, right?” Michaela continued to inquire.

“It should be about there, although I’m not certain, as I have never seen a Third-rank Epic fully exerting its strength, so I can’t make a comparison,” Muria carefully and conservatively replied, his attitude indicating absolutely no trace of Pride.

“With your current state, it should not be far off the mark. At the very least, most beings of the Second Realm Simulation would no longer be your match.”

“There are no absolutes in the world; nobody knows whether there might exist Monsters who have advanced blindly within the Pseudo-realm.”

In theory, if an Epic remained in the Second Realm Pseudo-realm without breaking through and purely focused on developing their controlled world, once the world reached a certain scale, they would gain the privilege to wrestle with beings of the Eternal Level.

Of course, the possibility of this theory manifesting into Reality was infinitesimally close to zero. It was only because the Void was so vast and carried that nearly impossible one-in-a-billion chance, that Muria didn’t dismiss the idea.

“Even so, the achievements you have attained are enough to look down upon your peers. We of the same era simply cannot compare with you.”

“The achievements I have attained include your strength as well. Without your help, I absolutely could not have progressed so smoothly.”

Muria didn’t deny his partner’s assessment; it was indeed so. The Being they were now, had long since stopped comparing itself with existences from its own era, setting sights onto those far older beings. They were the true points of comparison.

“But this would have only been a matter of time. Without me, it wouldn’t affect the final result,” Muria knew in his heart, and so did Michaela. The couple never overestimated themselves, instead choosing to assess the achievements they had made from a relatively objective perspective.

“That’s not something you can just say; there was a great deal of risk involved in that battle I fought. If I had been even a step slower then, I might be pondering how to resurrect myself now. I wouldn’t have the might I have today!”

“This isn’t something we should be discussing right now; you haven’t achieved true Victory yet; there’s still one final war waiting for you.”

“I know.” Muria nodded. His avatar seated in the Divine Court didn’t move, but the parts of him that walked among the mundane began to dissipate. Power was starting to gather towards his true form.

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A melodious and ethereal chant came from the endless distance, echoing by Muria’s ear, causing the God King, previously motionless as a mountain, to suddenly look up.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing Muria’s unusual action, Michaela asked.

“It seems that before the real war begins, I’ll have a warm-up. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.”

Somewhere in the world, within an ordinary Domain, a Minstrel seemingly of Elf lineage raised his head. He stopped playing his instrument, and before the mercenaries in the Tavern could voice their complaints and rebukes, his figure had vanished.

What was peculiar was that, after the popular Minstrel who had attracted the attention of most of the Tavern’s patrons disappeared, no disturbance ensued. Everyone acted as if the handsome Minstrel had never existed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

And similar events didn’t just occur in a single Domain but happened in dozens of places simultaneously. Such anomalies naturally drew the attention of certain organizations or institutions.

However, after a brief investigation, they each abandoned Tracking and chose to remain silent, acting as if blind to everything they had seen.

And beyond the world, where this minor ripple scarcely stirred the waves, the tides of the Void came sweeping over the heavens with a force that seemed to cleanse and drown everything in their path. Amid the billowing azure light, a colossal creature akin to a mountain range moved. Yet, when it neared the brink of collision with the World, it went from motion to stillness and came to a sudden halt.

“Hey, I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be you, the big fish. You had me excited for nothing.”

A voice tinged with slight regret emanated from in front of the Whale God within the World. The power of Law surged, the Sea of Origin Force boiled, and without any interval, a Divine Being enveloped in Thunderfire and bathed in golden light appeared.

Majestic and profound Divine Might swept across the skies, pervasive and emerging like an invisible wall that forcibly pushed back the restless tides nearly a hundred meters.

“Muria, is it really you? How did you become a god?” a voice of mild surprise rose from within the tides. In the next instant, the waves parted on their own, revealing a Giant Beast.

“Rather than answering a question whose answer is obvious without asking, I’m more curious about whether you’ve eaten something special on your way here.”

Muria sized up the big fish before him. Its general Form remained unchanged—still as he had seen it the last time they met, only now it was larger.

But that was just a similarity in Form. Aside from that, this big fish had undergone significant changes compared to the one in his memory. Had Muria not fought with it and remembered its Qi, he might have even questioned whether it was its twin sibling.

The body of the big fish, mainly blue, looked somewhat translucent, like an art piece carved from a gradient blue crystal.

And on its back, to Muria’s astonishment, he spied a microcosm of a Continent, a complete ecosystem with towering mountains and sprawling rivers and prairies.

Though the Continent on the back of the Epic Creature seemed smaller, to Muria’s eyes, it was undeniably real, without a hint of falsehood.

Crucially, this Continent was not as small as it seemed; it was only a partial projection of the world the Whale God controlled. It had manifested on its body due to some disturbance in power or similar reasons.

But these were minor issues. Muria, looking at the slightly altered form of the Whale God, felt a surprise no less significant than that of the being opposite him.

He couldn’t recall this big fish possessing Earth-related Laws when they last fought. Thus, it must have acquired this power after Muria had left.

To say that the big fish had comprehended it on its own would be an insult to intelligence. Hence, for this big fish to have mastered an entirely new Law, it must have swallowed something extraordinary.

“Hehe, I just happened upon an immature Evil God, and then it turned out like what you see before you,” the big fish said proudly. “I devoured it.”

“Hmm, that’s quite interesting,” Muria mused, feeling the familiar power within the Whale God’s body, and couldn’t help but laugh. Sometimes, things just turned out to be wondrously strange.

“What’s interesting?”

“The one you swallowed, I know it.”

“What, it’s someone you know? I can spit it out right away.”

Hearing Muria’s words, the Whale God was taken aback, then immediately tried to rectify the situation. Knowing that the individual before him had such deep roots, it seemed like a fall from grace to have become a god. Yet with power so inconceivably strong, a mere slap felt like it could kill him. At this level, what difference did it make whether one was a god or an Epic?

Honestly, if one could possess such power upon becoming a god—if even just half of that—the Whale God might consider such a fall.

“No, no need. You’ve swallowed it, and while I know it, it’s not a friend of mine. In a way, it counts as one of my Enemies,” Muria stopped the obedient big fish.

“So, I don’t need to spit it out?” the Whale God asked warily.

“No need,” Muria confirmed.

“That’s a relief.” The big fish heaved a sigh, for who would want to spit out what they had already eaten?

“All right, enough small talk. Confess, how did you find this place? I didn’t leave you any coordinates when I left.”

“Hehe, it’s a stroke of luck.” Hearing Muria inquire about this matter, the Whale God got excited and began to share its entire journey with Muria in great detail, letting Muria know the challenging path it had traversed.

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