The Goddess of Misfortune wasted no words, handing over the Power of Origin to Lear and then leaving directly.

Although he had obtained the most crucial thing from the Undead Plane, there was still much to deal with.

The aftermath of the fragmentation of the Undead Plane could not be settled in just a few days.

After the other party departed, Lear’s gaze sharpened as he slowly extended his right hand, and his five fingers suddenly clenched.

Crack~ The void ahead seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer, shattering directly.

An endless aura of the undead surged out from within, like releasing water from a reservoir.

As that aura swept over Lear, he felt a chilling sensation in his very soul.

"Sovereign..."

The ethereal voice unique to the Flesh Butcher penetrated through the space-time rift.

"What about the Ghost God?"

"Blocked outside the city, unable to enter for the time being..."

Upon hearing this, Lear extended his hand to indicate the Power of Origin.

His tone was serious.

"This is the Power of Origin obtained by the Goddess of Misfortune when the Undead Plane shattered, containing a portion of the Authority of the Undead."

"Once you control it, you can transform the current fragment of the plane into your own Divine Kingdom..."

"However, you must be cautious of that Ghost God; if the absorption takes too long, unforeseen events may occur..."

With that, he controlled the Power of Origin to pass through the void.

The Flesh Butcher received it, his voice filled with delight.

"Thank you for your grace, Sovereign... I have already mastered a part of the Authority of the Undead; controlling this portion will be quite easy."

"The Ghost God can pose no threat to me."

Just as these words were spoken, suddenly, crack~ the space torn open seemed to receive some impact and crumbled apart.

The aura of the undead vanished without a trace.

The rules of the Main Plane silently repaired everything.

The struggle of the Ghost God for the fragments of the Undead Plane had clearly not ceased.

But just as Lear frowned slightly, intending to assist the Flesh Butcher directly, he suddenly sensed that the soul mark of the Flesh Butcher seemed to ignite with a fierce flame, and its aura surged dramatically.

In just a few minutes, he perceived that the Flesh Butcher had ascended from weak Divine Power to lesser Divine Power, and was still rapidly climbing upward...

The enhancement provided by the Power of Origin to the Flesh Butcher was evidently outrageous.

He immediately felt reassured.

The already mighty Flesh Butcher, after ascending, should find it easy to handle an opponent with weak Divine Power.

At this moment, Lear suddenly felt a sense of unease, quickly looking up at the sky, his expression becoming extremely grave.

After only two or three breaths, roar~ a dragon’s roar filled with pain, anguish, and despair echoed from the sky.

It resounded throughout the entire Main Plane.

The next moment, the young dragons of Weilu City, just hatched from their shells, trembled, their soul auras shattered by an invisible hand.

Life’s breath quickly faded.

In just a few breaths, these dragonlings had all fallen dead... not a single one survived.

The Dragon God... had fallen!

Lear perceived all of this and let out a sigh of relief.

Although he had obtained intelligence beforehand, he was still quite shaken inwardly.

After all, the Dragon God was the protector of the legendary dragon race, one of the most powerful Divine Spirits among the Gods!

The Goddess of Misfortune had earlier mentioned the names of twelve Main God Level beings, including the Dragon God.

Now such an existence, like the God of Undead, had been silently slain.

If one had not heard it with their own ears, who would believe it?

How powerful must the being behind this be?!

Lear was filled with endless thoughts and also felt a strong sense of urgency.

Even though the rules of the Main Plane could still suppress the powers of the Gods, who knew how long it could last given the current trend.

When the time comes, how will Weilu City cope amidst the chaotic battles of the Gods?!

Now it seems Weilu City not only needs a strong army but also must strengthen the Swamp Pantheon as much as possible!

Lear took a deep breath, forcibly calming his tumultuous emotions, and without hesitation, went directly to where the dragonlings were.

He collected these lifeless bodies into the Swamp Divine Kingdom, nurturing the corpses with the Land of Crimson Rot to prevent corruption.

All they could do now was wait for the Flesh Butcher to eliminate the Ghost God and construct the Divine Kingdom.

By then, these deceased dragonlings would be reborn, transforming into Dragons of Death.

Moreover, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing; this time, they could ascend directly to become Extraordinary Beings.

Ordinary dragonlings have to become elder dragons to reach the Extraordinary.

Under normal circumstances, this would take at least a thousand years.

To hasten their growth would require providing them with massive quantities of flesh food, none of which is easy.

Now it seemed a shortcut had been taken...

Having done all this, Lear felt somewhat settled, then, as if recalling something, he headed to the Alchemy Workshop and found the Ancient Goblin God busy at work.

At this moment, the Ancient Goblin God had re-ascended to the Extraordinary, their body fully transformed from metal to flesh.

No longer could any anomaly be seen.

Appearing as a middle-aged man in his early forties, the Ancient Goblin God looked at Lear, his expression complex, mingling excitement with a hint of concern.

"Your Majesty, the line of fate has completely shattered... the goblins are fully freed."

"However, the future course of the situation is now unpredictable."

"We stand at a crossroads..."

When the line of fate was disrupted, the goblins had already gained their freedom; now, with the line of fate shattered and chaotic, nothing can restrict the goblins anymore.

The race that once made the Gods tremble had returned!

Yet the current situation did not bring joy... The shift in the rules led to severe disruption, leaving little time for him to lead the goblins to rise again.