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Chapter 337 A Twist of Fate, the First Firmament Makes Its Move

Earth-65, Kamar-Taj, Nepal. Golden magical sparks flickered beside a field as a portal opened, and Russell stepped out.

After leaving the Temple of Eternity, Russell and Sithon split up. Russell went to find the Ancient One, while Sithon went to find the Vishanti.

Looking at the cracked soil in front of him, which looked like a wheat field that hadn't been watered or tended to for a long time, Russell frowned slightly.

The Ancient One, who was originally a farmer, retired from his position as the Sorcerer Supreme of Earth-616 and lived in seclusion here. With nothing else to do, he returned to his old ways. Over the years, he has diligently cultivated this land, and it has never been left uncultivated.

Could something have gone wrong?

Russell started walking, leaving the wheat field and heading towards the Whitebeard Ancient One's thatched hut. Before he even got close, he sensed the Whitebeard Ancient One's mental fluctuations, and the two greeted each other from a distance.

Knock knock~ A polite knock on the door.

"Enter."

Russell pushed open the door and entered, where he saw the white-bearded Gu Yi sitting cross-legged, a smile playing on his lips. Two cups of tea had already been placed on the low coffee table in front of him.

"Please." Whitebeard Guy gestured for Russell to sit down and have some tea.

Russell smiled in response, and also sat down cross-legged, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Good news: it's bland, like water, with no bitterness or off-flavors.

Setting down his teacup, Russell smiled and said, "This disciple congratulates the Master on his ever-improving mastery of the art of tea, hoping he will reach even greater heights."

Whitebeard Guy stroked his beard and smiled, pouring Russell another cup: "Most spiritual practices in the world are like this: diligent study and practice day after day, year after year, until finally you gain something."

"What the monk says is true." Russell picked up his teacup, took another sip, and found it slightly bitter.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with the tea?" Whitebeard Guy asked.

"It's slightly different from the last one," Russell replied.

"No two leaves are exactly alike, nor are any two cups of tea exactly alike," said the Whitebeard Ancient One, as he picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it all.

He poured himself another cup, took a small sip, and immediately frowned.

Finish it, then have another cup.

"Hmm, it is indeed a bit different, a little bitter. Perhaps it's because I waited for you for too long and the soaking time was too long."

Putting down his teacup and refusing to try again, Whitebeard Guy shifted the blame and took the opportunity to explain the principle to Russell: tea contains substances such as tea polyphenols, theophylline, and caffeine. Prolonged steeping will cause these substances to leach out in large quantities, making the tea bitter.

"Master, it only took me three to five minutes to walk from the wheat field," Russell said quietly, adding that the time wouldn't affect the taste of the tea.

"Hmm, walk faster next time." Whitebeard Guy nodded, changing the subject, "You really stole the show in the battle where the cosmic gods defeated the Dark Gods and Logos."

"Master, you got the news so quickly?" Russell asked, somewhat surprised, as he took another sip of tea and put down his cup.

"Is there any possibility?" Whitebeard Guy glanced at Russell, his tone gloomy, "I didn't just receive the news; I was one of the parties involved and participated in that battle."

Russell remained silent, picked up his teacup, and took another sip. The battlefield was chaotic at the time, and he was busy posing; with so many Ancient Ones around, he hadn't really recognized the Whitebeard Ancient One without careful observation.

But these words cannot be said directly.

"Master, although there are no two leaves that are exactly alike in the world, there are two similar flowers. I thought they were variations of yours," Russell said without batting an eye.

"Hehe." Whitebeard Gu Yi chuckled twice, not dwelling on the matter, and instead inquired about the post-war situation.

After the Dark Celestials were defeated and fled, many Sorcerers Supreme did not participate in the subsequent pursuit of the Dark Celestials due to the limited area of ​​the Radiant Domain, and returned directly to the Radiant Domain.

"So it is, so it is." Russell briefly informed Whitebeard Ancient One of the decisions made by the people on the spaceship and the subsequent meeting with Eternity.

"Master, what do you think of the benefits I've secured for you? It's part of the new balance of the universe's laws, and when you round it up, it puts you on par with eternal, supreme gods."

"Russell," the white-bearded Ancient One said calmly, but with a turbulent undercurrent within, "guess why I stepped down as Sorcerer Supreme!!!"

"It was Yongheng who suggested it; I'm just relaying it."

Back at Earth-404 Bookstore, Russell went upstairs to change his clothes and then went to the lounge on the first floor.

A moment later, crimson smoke appeared out of thin air, and a figure emerged.

"Sisson, why did you come alone?"

"Hoggs and Agamotto disagree with forming a new Triune Cosmic Balance with me; they want to wait for the Living Tribunal to be restored," Sithon said in a low voice as he sat down.

"Where is Oshit?"

"I haven't seen him." After a pause, Sisson asked, "Master Russell, how's the situation on your end?"

Russell shrugged: "He messed it up too."

Upon hearing this, Sisson frowned, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the table.

Suddenly, a crimson light flashed in his eyes: "Master Russell, since Logos is in our hands anyway, why don't we..."

With a downward chopping gesture, Sithon said, "I will act first and report later. I will seize a portion of the Living Tribunal's authority to ensure that the Living Tribunal will not be revived."

"If the Vishanti and the Ancient One still disagree, then we should find someone else to replace them."

Russell glanced sideways at Sithon and fell into thought.

Sithon was unwilling to give up the prize he had already secured, and so was Russell.

This law was seized from Logos, not stolen from the Court of Life; it rightfully and morally belongs to him and is at his disposal.

"Okay." Nodding, Russell stood up and gestured for Sisson to follow. He took a step and disappeared in a flash of white light.

Within the supervortex, in a small, lifeless dimension far removed from the real universe, a shimmering white light emanated from Russell.

After a while, a scarlet light appeared, and Sithon appeared.

This is a dead little world that Russell discovered during his travels through the multiverse.

Separating Logos from the triune state of Lord of Order, Lord of Chaos, and Intermediary was no easy task. To avoid causing a disturbance that would affect Earth-404, Russell specifically moved the location there.

Noticing Xisorn's burning gaze, Russell quickly formed hand seals, imprinting mysterious runes in the void and outlining a door-shaped symbol.

open!

Russell thrust his hands forward with a bang, and the portal opened with a burst of fluorescent light. On the other side of the portal, a nine-headed, ferocious dragon, pulling an ice coffin, flew out from a vast expanse of white and sped toward the portal.

His sorcerer's instincts pulled Sidon away from the desires swayed by the laws of the Living Tribunal. He frowned and asked, "What kind of spell is this? What runes does it use? I've never seen anything like it before."

Spatial magic was not considered profound for the god of black magic, but a rune he had never seen before piqued his interest.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you." Russell chuckled, taking out a silver book. "Since you love magic and truth so much, I'll sell you this 'Russell's Divine Book 1 (Part 1)' for 80 billion."

Sidon remained silent, simply accepting and putting away the "Russell's Divine Book," indicating his acceptance of the deal.

For Sithon, even if the spells in this book were of no practical use to him, it would be worthwhile as long as it broadened his knowledge and taught him another way of writing the character "回".

As the two were talking, the nine-headed dragon had already arrived through the portal.

Sithon discovered that the nine-headed dragon was in a strange state, seemingly alive, yet not quite.

The coffin was not made of ice, but of a material similar to the stars in his shimmering domain, existing between energy and matter, constantly shifting between the two forms.

wrong!

Sisorn suddenly paused.

This material possesses an additional characteristic compared to the stars in the shimmering realm: existence and nothingness. It seems to transform not only between energy and matter, but also between existence and nothingness.

"Don't just stand there, Sithon, I'm entrusting Logos to you."

Russell opened the ice coffin, took out Logos sealed inside, and tossed it to Sithon.

"Be careful not to break the seal I placed within Logos. Logos' laws have no effect on me, but they are dangerous for you."

"Hehehe, don't worry, Master Russell, I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake."

Xisorn chuckled twice, then formed hand seals, releasing crimson energy and black mist that raised an altar from the ground. Mysterious runes faintly appeared on the altar's surface.

When Logos was placed on the altar, mysterious runes appeared and twisted as they crawled toward Logos.

"Hehehe." With another few strange laughs, Sithon flew to the altar and chanted an obscure and difficult-to-understand incantation. Sithon's deep voice cut through the deathly silent little world, instantly adding an indescribable chill to this lifeless place.

As the chanting spread, the mysterious runes on the altar became increasingly distorted and frenzied. They seemed to come alive, desperately trying to burrow into Logos's body through his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

"Sythonn, stop being so disgusting, making us look like villains," Russell complained. Out of sight, out of mind, he simply flew to the side, took out a book, and quietly flipped through it.

Upon hearing this, Sithon's incantation paused for a moment. Sithon wanted to refute Russell, but he was too far away to do so, and could only sigh inwardly.

I've seen your battle with Logos before; your crawling tentacles aren't much better than mine.

Suddenly, Logos let out three screams, sharp and piercing like a blade slicing through a hard object.

Russell, who was in the distance, sighed. He decided to ignore what he was hearing and waved his hand to create a barrier to block out the outside sounds.

Finally, I can read in peace.

On the altar, Sithon did not react to Logos's wails; he continued to chant mysterious incantations, cold and twisted.

As the mysterious runes continued to flow into Logos's body, cracks began to appear at the junctions of Logos's three faces. At the same time, wisps of mysterious and elusive crystalline substance gradually precipitated from Logos's body.

This is the law, the law that the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos seized from the Living Tribunal.

As the ritual proceeded, the laws were continuously released, gradually converging into a sphere in the void.

It's better for me to possess it all myself than to share it with Vishanti and ordinary monks!

Looking at the sphere of law, a hint of madness flashed deep in Xishon's eyes, and in an instant it spread, overwhelming reason and devouring everything.

Xisorn's hand movements and incantations both slowed down as he began to focus on planning his escape route, thinking about how to flee after seizing the Orb of Law.

On the altar, Logos continued to wail, the pain of having the law peeled away bit by bit seemed to come from his soul, from the depths of his heart, something that even he, as a cosmic god, could not shield himself from.

Humans are just very adaptable to pain, as are the gods of the universe.

opportunity!

Logos was waiting for an opportunity to escape.

As Sithon extracted the laws belonging to the Living Tribunal from Logos, he was also extracting the mysterious energy belonging to Russell, thus breaking Russell's seal.

Normally, Sithon would have noticed when the seal loosened, but at this moment, he was blinded by the power of the law.

Ultimately, the laws of the Living Tribunal and Russell's energy were released, and the power belonging to the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos awakened within Logos.

Xisorn, however, was completely unaware of this. He was simply mesmerized by the sphere of laws before him and couldn't resist reaching out to touch it.

just

boom!!!

The moment he touched the Sphere of Law, Xisorn was struck as if by lightning, an invisible attack reaching his very soul.

This is the power of revenge symbolized in the laws of the Living Tribunal, and also Logos' revenge against Sithon.

opportunity!

This is the opportunity I've been waiting for!

Logos suddenly jumped up, facing Sithon's face and spitting acid at him, spraying it all over Sithon's face and instantly corroding him beyond recognition.

"ah!!!"

Sithon screamed in agony as crimson blood mist rose from his body. The acid not only corroded his body, but also his soul, his very essence, and everything about him.

Despite suffering a severe blow, Sithon had no time to heal his wounds, for he saw the arm on Logos' wing reaching for the Sphere of Law.

"Mine! That's mine!"

"No! It's mine!" Logos grinned maliciously, his eyes releasing blue energy as he attacked Xisorn.

Xisorn, however, paid no heed. With the Sphere of Law within reach, his primary objective was to reclaim it, even if it meant getting injured in the process.

However, the moment the blue energy struck Sithon, it transformed into a cube that imprisoned him.

"I told you, this is mine."

Snapped!

"No, it's mine." The same words rang out, but not from Logos.

Before Logos and Sithon could react, a figure in pure white suddenly appeared and grabbed the Orb of Law.

"Y-you...what are you doing here?!" Upon seeing the person who came, Logos asked, trembling as if he had seen a ghost.

"Why am I not here?" Russell asked, looking puzzled.

Logos must be out of his mind, right? I captured him, why am I not here if he's here?

Beyond all things, a sigh of resentment echoed from the void.

"Did even the most ambitious person's last attempt fail?"

The deep blue figure gazed intently at the distant, shackled, star-like figure, its gaze lingering on the horizon.

"Perhaps it's time to lie low and wait for the next opportunity."

The deep blue figure whispered, gradually disappearing into the depths of nothingness, but just as it was about to vanish, it suddenly stopped, and the desolation in its eyes gradually turned into ecstasy.

His lips parted in a split, and in an instant, he traversed an endless distance to swallow the eternal physical form whole.

"It's a success!"

(End of this chapter)