Chapter 121 | You Dare Touch Me? I Have Seven Maxed-Out Accounts

Holding his breath, Ning Busan dove deep into the bottom of the well, neutralizing the restriction left behind by the God of Light, and reached out to touch the formless, silver mist of light.

The mist of light suddenly shrank to the size of a needlepoint, then exploded into countless silver threads that pierced into every part of Ning Busan's body.

Ning Busan let out a muffled groan as his pupils were instantly flooded with a silver glow.

His consciousness was pulled into an infinite void, filled all around with chaotic energy.

He saw a giant golden tree that pierced through heaven and earth. Its roots reached deep into the lowest layer of the world, its branches supported the sky, and its leaves transformed into stars.

A majestic figure leaned against the tree, seemingly resting, yet also seemingly in deep thought.

Ning Busan gasped softly.

The Silver-Crowned God and the World Tree!

Where on earth had this pulled him into?

Could it be before the Silver-Crowned God created the world?

The Silver-Crowned God suddenly opened his eyes, stretching out his hands to shape the river of time and the boundaries of space, giving the world dimensions.

Time could record journeys, and space could contain all things, so before the birth of the world, he had to first establish the stability of time and space.

Ning Busan could not help but walk over to the Silver-Crowned God's side, staring at him with burning eyes.

If he could witness the Silver-Crowned God's process of creation, it would be an immense opportunity for him.

The Silver-Crowned God did not seem to notice his presence, continuing his work.

With his mighty power, he stabilized the boundary between light and darkness, causing light to rise and become the sky, and darkness to sink and become the earth, bringing a dividing line to the chaos.

Immediately after, he used both hands to shape mountains, rivers, forests, and oceans, sketching the outline of the world.

Just like that, the prototype of the Landia Continent gradually emerged.

Ning Busan watched all of this as a bystander, but the authority of creation began to actively merge with him, causing his body and soul to undergo an unprecedented transformation.

Yet at this moment, the Silver-Crowned God encountered a difficult problem.

It was the exact same problem Ning Busan had faced.

Namely, how to create life.

The Silver-Crowned God waved his arm, and the matter in the void gradually condensed into a blurry human silhouette.

After that, he meticulously adjusted every detail, granting the human shape slender limbs, an elegant torso, and refined facial features.

But this was merely an empty shell.

An empty shell without a soul.

Seeing the Silver-Crowned God fall into an unprecedented hesitation, Ning Busan could not help but wonder: did creating true life require paying some sort of immense price?

It was indeed an immense price.

Not only did the Silver-Crowned God need to split his godhead core to permanently bestow a part of his self-consciousness upon the creation, but he also had to pour his power into that empty shell to grant it an independent soul.

Even more terrifying was that a deity had to be responsible for his own creations, meaning all chains of causality triggered by the act of creation would be entirely borne by the Silver-Crowned God.

Ning Busan was shocked.

The Silver-Crowned God was using his own origin power to create life!

Just how powerful was he to be able to create so many intelligent races on the Landia Continent?

But it was also at this very moment that Ning Busan finally crossed that threshold, beginning to comprehend the true essence of creation.

Praise the Silver-Crowned God!

Thank you, Silver-Crowned God!

Across tens of thousands of years of time and space, the Silver-Crowned God looked back at Ning Busan from afar, his silver eyes devoid of any emotion, containing only the brilliance of divinity.

He said calmly, “You are welcome.”

In the next second, Ning Busan's consciousness was kicked out of that space.

Ning Busan flew into a powerless rage.

Since you could see me, why didn't you say so earlier?

If you didn't want to speak, then you should have kept quiet all the way. Why did you have to do that at the very end?

Is scaring people fun?

...

Meanwhile, in the Ruins Beyond the Boundary.

Twelve golden thunderbolts descended one after another, annihilating all the xenos that drew near.

Amidst the thunderbolts, Surya held the Dawn Holy Sword, while “Ning Busan” was surrounded by endless chaotic energy.

Every clash of their attacks let out a massive boom, as if the entire world were trembling.

Surya raised the Dawn Holy Sword high. Light energy began to gather frantically toward him, forming a massive sphere of light.

His speed was incredibly fast, but “Ning Busan’s” movements were unusually stiff.

In the end, Surya pierced “Ning Busan’s” heart with a single thrust of his sword.

“Ning Busan” slowly fell, his body gradually dissipating.

Surya turned slowly, the Dawn Holy Sword in his hand radiating holy light, dispersing the surrounding darkness.

At the furthest reach of the holy light, at the boundary where light met nothingness, he saw a pair of eyes.

There were no pupils, no whites, and not even a physical form.

Surya let out a sigh.

The barrier of the Landia Continent was already on the verge of shattering. If they did not want this world to be destroyed, the Silver-Crowned God had to return to his position.

Ning Busan...

It was time for him to disappear.

Surya left the Ruins Beyond the Boundary.

However, right after he left, “Ning Busan” condensed into form once again. There was no intellect or emotion in his pitch-black pupils, only a pure, all-consuming desire.

Moving stiffly, he advanced along the path Surya had taken, but was blocked outside the barrier.

Countless xenos threw themselves forward one after another to clear a path for him, frantically attacking the barrier protecting the Landia Continent, tearing open a massive crack.