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Deep within the spatial turbulence.

Below the four dominant rules.

A blond man sat there quietly.

Lord of Light, Augusta.

In the past.

Augusta always had his nose in the air, as if he wanted to have "I'm the best in the world" written all over his face.

After all, he possessed a supreme artifact, making him the strongest being besides the four rulers of the rules, and he usually acted with extreme arrogance.

But today.

Augusta sat in that ornate chair, but seemed somewhat uneasy.

His hand unconsciously rested on the armrest of the chair, and the gems on it were rubbed until they were slightly hot.

His gaze darted around, glancing occasionally toward the entrance to the space before quickly looking away, as if some ferocious beast lurked there.

"Augusta".

"You seem very nervous?"

A cold, clear voice rang out.

The one speaking is the Lord of Death.

She wore a long purple dress and was stunningly beautiful, yet she exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

"snort."

Augusta snorted and forced himself to straighten his back.

"joke."

"I am the Lord of Light, what in this world could possibly make me nervous?"

"He's just a lucky newcomer."

Even though he's so stubborn.

But the fine beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed him.

Good luck?

Screw your good luck!

That day, six months ago.

Augusta did not fight Raven.

But he clearly felt the oppressive aura emanating from Raven.

It was a pure, unreasonable kind of power.

No fancy skills are needed; it's just the overwhelming, almost abnormal, power of will that crushes you to death.

Just then.

Boom!

The turbulent flow at the entrance to the space suddenly exploded.

A wild and domineering aura swept across the entire temporary plane like a storm.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

coming!

Two figures stepped out from the chaotic void.

The one on the left, thin and with shifty eyes, is Beirut.

At this moment, he held his head high, hands behind his back, and strode with an air of arrogance, as if he were the protagonist of the day.

And beside him.

A young man with black hair, calm and composed.

He did not exude any earth-shattering pressure, and one could not even sense much energy fluctuation.

It's like an ordinary mortal who accidentally stumbled into a banquet of gods.

But the moment he appeared.

The once bustling square instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Those gods who were just talking loudly suddenly fell silent, like ducks with their necks being choked.

Dozens of eyes were fixed on the black-haired youth.

Raven.

This name is now considered an absolute taboo within the circle of the main gods.

Raven's gaze swept across the entire room.

That look wasn't sharp, nor did it have any deliberate sense of oppression.

But the gods whose gaze swept over him involuntarily lowered their heads or avoided his eyes.

This is an instinctive fear that comes from the level of life itself.

At last.

Raven's gaze fell on Augusta.

Just one glance.

Augusta's muscles tensed instantly, and the teacup in his hand cracked with a "crack".

He wanted to glare back, to maintain his dignity as the ruler of light.

But under Raven's ambiguous, half-smiling gaze...

He felt like a plucked chicken, with all his secrets and pretenses exposed.

finally.

Augusta's lips twitched a few times, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

He even bowed slightly.

This is a gesture of weakness.

This scene, as seen by the surrounding gods, was more shocking than the collapse of the sky.

The once arrogant Augusta actually bowed his head?

Raven looked away, secretly amused.

That old bastard is indeed a bully who preys on the weak.

However, now is not the time to kill him.

Raven's gaze shifted slightly, landing on the white-haired old man beside Augusta.

Ouf.

Destiny is the master.

This is the real mastermind, the ultimate boss of the Panlong world.

On the surface, he appears harmless, but in reality, he has been secretly researching how to transcend, and his strength is unfathomable.

Augusta was nothing more than one of Of's dogs, or rather, an alter ego.

He seemed to have noticed Raven's gaze.

Auf put down his teacup and stood up.

His presence eased the previously tense atmosphere somewhat.

"Raven, Beirut, welcome."

Auf's voice was gentle, like an old neighbor greeting a guest.

"This is the first formal meeting within our God's circle."

"Come, sit here."

Ouf pointed to the core area.

There were originally only five chairs there.

The four rulers of the rules, plus the ruler of light, Augusta.

But now, I don't know when, a chair has appeared there.

The location is extremely delicate.

It was positioned above Augusta, yet slightly below the four rulers of the rules by half a body length.

This ranking is quite particular.

Beirut stared at the chair, his eyes practically shining.

That's a symbol of status!

Although he is also a chief god, he is only a subordinate chief god.

That's a symbol of status!

Although he is also a chief god, he is only a subordinate chief god.

In this kind of situation.

He could only sit on a small stool on the outside.

Raven, on the other hand, immediately took a seat in the inner circle.

Raven didn't stand on ceremony and walked straight over.

Raven paused as he passed Augusta.

Augusta's body stiffened abruptly, his divine power of light surging wildly within him, ready to fight to the death at any moment.

"The chair is nice."

Raven said it casually.

then.

Raven walked past him and plopped down in the new chair.

call--

Augusta let out a long breath; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

He discovered that, in front of this young man, his pride and status were as fragile as a piece of paper.

Wait for Raven to take his seat.

Utreid, the Lord of Destruction who had remained silent all along, finally spoke.

He was completely shrouded in black armor, with only his red eyes showing. His voice was like the clanging of metal, so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

"Now that we're seated..."

"Some rules must be established."

Utrecht surveyed his surroundings, his domineering gaze commanding the respect of all the gods.

"Raven Barrett."

"Four-elemental main god avatars, dual-elemental perfected."

"The power of his will has surpassed that of the ruler of laws."

Utrecht's words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Although everyone knows the truth, it's a different story when the Lord of Destruction personally confirms it.

Therefore.

"From this day forward."

"Raven's status surpasses that of the Seven Laws Rulers."

"Second only to the four of us."

boom!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Although I had already guessed it.

But when they actually heard this announcement, the gods couldn't help but be greatly shocked.

Above the rulers of the laws!

This means that, starting today, the landscape of the God's circle has completely changed.

Previously, the Four Great Rules ruled from above, while the Seven Laws ruled below.

Now, Raven has been inserted in the middle.

Moreover, this Raven is younger, has more potential, and is even... more dangerous than the four Rulers.

Because he did not possess the supreme artifact.

Without the supreme artifact, his strength was actually no weaker than that of the Ruler of Rules.

This is the most terrible.

Once he obtains the supreme artifact...

Many of the main gods secretly glanced at Of and Utrecht.

Can these bigwigs tolerate the existence of such an uncertain factor?

however.

Ouf remained smiling, seemingly unconcerned about everything.

After Utrecht finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more.

Raven leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

Looking down at the various gods with their different expressions, he felt a sense of clarity in his heart.

status?

Ranking?

These are all illusions.

In this world, only might makes right.

It is ranked below the four major rules.

It's because he's currently lacking a suitable weapon.

The supreme artifact is a super cheat that can amplify one's strength by hundreds of times.