It was the Anemo, an infinite energy source. Some immortals believed it to be chaotic spatial turbulence, while others thought it was fragmented laws. In any case, traversing it was extremely challenging.Adrian held onto hope because of the Immortal Ark. In ancient times, it could break through the Anemo's restrictions and reach beyond the boundary. Perhaps it could still do so now. This might be what the fisherman of the great world feared.Adrian's reasoning became clearer. He realized the fisherman had lost confidence. Something extraordinary must have happened outside the great world. Otherwise, with the power of the Web of Fate, controlling the entire world would be effortless. Yet the fisherman feared their departure.Adrian shook his head vigorously, sharing these thoughts with Lexie. Though initially skeptical, she found his perspective reasonable.Adrian believed many ancient texts could prove his point, but he raised a question. "What if these texts were also what the fi
Initially, there was a challenging issue to resolve: there wasn't enough aura essence to create sufficient immortals. Adrian desired to attract more than just ordinary people, but until more celestial veins were available, his options were limited.Another significant concern involved celestial elixirs. Adrian debated whether to allow immortals to enter the world. To make the Exile Realm nearly perfect, he felt compelled to be generous and connect closely with the greater world. This connection was crucial for him to grasp the appeal of the Exile Realm. Everything was just beginning, and there was much to anticipate.Adrian soon became occupied with gathering resources. He and Lexie officially parted ways. She chose to gather celestial veins, while he focused on bringing mortals to the Exile Realm.The plan was for mortals to evolve into immortals. Due to the scarcity of celestial veins, Adrian's initial efforts were aimed at this approach. If a small world could naturally create im
The next day, files from all across Furling arrived in the capital city. Adrian meticulously reviewed each case, uncovering numerous injustices."John Nash, you're accused of murdering women and bullying orphans and widows. Is this true?" Adrian asked coldly, eyeing the skinny, sneaky man before him."Hmph, who are you to judge? My great-granduncle, the county magistrate, spared me. You're nobody to interfere.” The man sneered, looking down at Adrian.Adrian discerned some truth in the accusations. With a cold resolve, he banished the man to the Exile Realm. As he dealt with case after case, Adrian encountered many instances of miscarried justice.Not only did Adrian free the wrongly accused, but he also exiled corrupt officials and villains from Furling. Aligning criminals with corrupt officials seemed fitting—the wicked deserved each other.Continuing his task, Adrian navigated the mundane world's chaos while purging its corruption. His clarity of purpose grew. Before absolute p
After satisfying its hunger, the tiger grew lethargic and fell asleep. The steward then appeared and stabbed the tiger to death. From its belly, he extracted five kittens and took them into a room. Strangely, as soon as the kittens entered, they transformed into five wealthy men.What had just happened unexpectedly became the beginning of a cycle.Adrian found himself deeply agreeing with this tale. The world, he realized, was dominated by a privileged few, while others either fought fiercely like tigers for survival or bowed obediently like dogs. Was it fair? Perhaps not, but it seemed acceptance was the only option.Adrian harbored no sympathy. In an age where poverty was mocked but not prostitution, greed and materialism prevailed among both the elite and common folk alike.Setting aside his contemplations, Adrian focused on organizing the Exile Realm. Labeling it a repository of hidden depravity seemed fitting, but he shrugged off any concern. The disappearance of these crimina
Could it be that land sages posed a threat to the existence of heaven sages, so they were kept suppressed from a young age? Whether they were demonic beasts or low-level immortals, they all generated faith for him, which explained why the land sages had been kept around until now.This method of gathering faith seemed mystical. Lexie felt somewhat lost and secretly panicked, thankful that her strength had declined in the past, allowing her to avoid disaster. Adrian, however, didn't feel strongly about it.After some thought, Adrian proposed a bold idea: laws! If this great world was created by that person, perhaps he also populated the Immortal Ark.In essence, the laws of this world originated from this heaven sage. If immortals could cultivate, they would firmly believe in these laws and the spells of the five elements. As long as people cultivated, they provided faith for that entity.Thus, the heaven sage wanted to eliminate land sages because they had already embarked on this
Scar didn't believe Adrian and asked, "You say you're a god, so what kind of god are you?""I am the Death God," Adrian replied, his figure starting to float, his voice echoing faintly and mysteriously."So, are you saying I'm already dead?" Scar nearly choked with laughter, thinking the man in front of him was just a lunatic pretending to be a god."Some people, even though they live, are already dead," Adrian said, suddenly appearing in front of Scar. "So, do you want to live, or do you want to die?" With a spell, he effortlessly lifted Scar off the ground, making him float alongside him.As Adrian carried Scar higher and higher, Scar started trembling. "Death God, what do you want me to do?" he asked."Be my spokesperson throughout the world," Adrian replied, stopping the spell. Scar immediately began descending rapidly. Strangely, Adrian remained opposite Scar, maintaining a relatively stationary position. Terrified, Scar shouted for help.Just as they were about to land, Sca
As soon as he finished speaking, Adrian activated the third seal of the Draco Veinergy, altering the hothead’s fate. The man immediately perished violently, blood flowing uncontrollably as if subjected to a brutal execution."Ray! Ray!" a rough-looking thug cried out, rushing forward to embrace the hothead. He glared at Adrian, eyes brimming with resentment."No one defies the Death God," Adrian declared. He then invoked the fire law within his small world. Pale, ghostly flames engulfed the thug, burning him to death."You are all beyond redemption. Because of your pleas, I had intended to spare your lives, but it seems..." Adrian lamented to Scar.Scar understood, kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face. "Death God, grant us another chance."Seeing this, the others followed suit, kneeling and weeping. The ghastly fate of the ones who had spoken out was vivid in their minds. Better to be alive than dead—an ancient adage that resonated deeply. Everyone questioned Adri
The entire island was unified. Only Scar had truly seen the Death God, and anyone else who slandered the Death God or made negative remarks was dealt with by Adrian, who used the power of laws to sentence them to death.Death God Island, the origin of the Death God's Shadow Court, was filled with miracles. Within a 160 km radius, there were about a hundred islands, which was only the first step in Adrian's plan. He had plenty of time to play with these hundred thousand people.Scar remembered Adrian's instructions. As Death God Island became more reliable, it began to expand outward. The first target was Cloud Island, home to about eight hundred people. Scar, a true barbarian, deployed five hundred fully armed soldiers against a disorganized, ragtag army, making the outcome predictable.The inhabitants were gathered and asked if they believed in the Death God. Those who believed lived; those who didn't were killed. It was simple and brutal. Adrian found Scar's methods interesting; a