And just at this moment, an inconspicuous fragment tumbled towards the space rift in the Swamp.

The fragment was neither the largest nor the brightest, but as it fell, the Authority of Life within Lear’s body surprisingly resonated faintly!

His gaze exploded with brilliance.

This thing... is it related to the Authority of Life?!

His eyes were fixed on the rift, and as the golden fragment pierced through space, he was just about to retrieve it.

A thick, blood-colored tentacle suddenly shot out from a twisted space, heading straight for the golden fragment.

Its speed was like lightning, and the aura it emitted was at the level of an Abyss Duke!

Lear’s eyes instantly turned icy.

Snatching food from the tiger’s mouth? Just you?!

Without hesitation, he fiercely pressed his right hand down.

"Seal! Prohibit!"

Boom!

The entire Mire Swamp seemed to come alive at this moment!

The swampy earth below, stretching for hundreds of kilometers, churned violently, with endless dark mud shooting skyward, instantly condensing into dozens of enormously thick mud giant pythons under Lear’s will.

These pythons, exuding rich Swamp Authority power, roared and entwined towards the blood-colored tentacle and the golden fragment at a speed even faster than the tentacle’s rush.

"Hmm?!"

The owner of the blood-colored tentacle uttered a sound of surprise, clearly not expecting someone in this Main Plane to be able to summon such majestic power.

The blood-colored tentacle tried to change direction to evade the coiling mud giant pythons, but under Lear’s control, the swamp’s power was omnipresent.

Several mud giant pythons quickly entangled the blood-colored tentacle layer by layer, with the corrosive power contained within them continuously eroding the blood light on the tentacle’s surface.

Meanwhile, another more solid mud giant python precisely coiled around the golden fragment, swiftly pulling it back down into the Mire Swamp.

The next moment, the ground in front of the wall writhed, and a mud arm rose, reaching Lear’s vine-covered body.

The arm unfolded, its palm cradling a golden fragment.

Lear reached out to take it, and in that instant, the power of the Authority of Life within him immediately became more active, as if it had been nourished.

Feeling the surging and pure Life Energy within, his mood was particularly joyous.

"Bastard! Dare to steal what is mine!"

The owner of the blood-colored tentacle let out an angry roar, and the trapped tentacle suddenly erupted with powerful Blood Energy, shattering several mud giant pythons, but more mud giant pythons swiftly coiled around again.

Lear coldly glanced at the twisted space.

In the Mire Swamp, he was the absolute Sovereign.

If the opponent dared to descend in person, he wouldn’t mind letting them taste the swamp’s wrath.

The entity hidden in the twisted space seemed to also feel Lear’s might and the swamp power’s menace.

After several failed attempts to break free easily, it ultimately let out an unwilling low roar, the blood-colored tentacle exploding into a torrent of blood rain, dissipating, its aura quickly fading.

This brief confrontation ended with Lear’s complete victory.

At this time, the Goddess of Misfortune, who had been observing the Dragon Mother Divine Kingdom, also looked at the golden fragment in Lear’s hand.

Her gaze became somewhat complicated.

"Golden Rule..."

Lear’s eyebrows raised slightly.

"Your Highness, the Golden Rule is..."

The Goddess of Misfortune took a deep breath.

"The first Power of Rules created by the Creator God, embodying powers of life, death, sky, ocean, earth, and dozens of other Authorities."

"Though powerful, the Golden Rule unfortunately is not conducive to creation."

"The Creator God subsequently split the Golden Rule into individual rules... but for unknown reasons, retained a small part of the Golden Rule."

"The Dragon Mother has mastered a portion of it."

Lear looked somewhat surprised at the golden fragment in his hand; he didn’t expect it to have such a significant origin.

However, this solidification of the Power of Rules truly defied anticipation.

"So, the Master of Fallen Angels and the Master of Dark Crows are not allied?"

The Goddess of Misfortune’s tone also grew solemn.

"I just learned... there are multiple hidden entities in the dark."

"But this is not necessarily a bad thing."

Lear nodded thoughtfully.

He looked again towards the chaotic scene in the Dragon Mother Divine Kingdom in the sky.

At this moment, those divine beings were still vying for the fragments of the Golden Dragon Nest, the terrifying energy fluctuations blurring all visions.

"The Power of Creation that killed the Dragon Mother?"

The Power of Creation is the most fundamental power constructing the entire world, surpassing all divine powers.

Even a trace of it is enough to deliver a catastrophic blow to divine beings.

The Goddess of Misfortune took a deep breath, her cool face now filled with solemnity: "I still haven’t figured out where the Power of Creation comes from... Logically, it should have disappeared along with the Creator God’s slumber."

"But since this power has appeared, it surely signifies... the Creator God left many things behind in the world."

Her gaze turned fervent as she spoke.

Lear observed the increasingly intense emotions of the Goddess of Misfortune, his eyes shifting slightly.

The other party could obtain the Power of Creation, so the Goddess of Misfortune might also have the opportunity.

After all, she is life created by the Creator God himself.

"Lord Lear, you should quickly grasp the Golden Law Fragment, which will allow you a deeper understanding of authority."

"There’s no need to participate in the divine battle in the Dragon Mother Divine Kingdom, what’s to follow is a dog-eat-dog situation..."

"I must immediately head to another battlefield, the situation there is equally urgent."

Lear nodded.

"Your Highness, proceed as you wish, I will handle things here carefully."

The figure of the Goddess of Misfortune vanished directly, leaving only a last reminder.

"Be careful, Ronadell and the Master of Dark Crows are not benign, those behind them are trying to cause greater chaos... The balance has been disrupted."

As her words fell, the phantom of the Goddess of Misfortune transformed into a stream of light, instantly disappearing into the sky.

Lear held the fragment of the Golden Law in his hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Finally, he exhaled deeply, his gaze returning to that chaotic battlefield.

At this moment, the Master of Dark Crows and the Master of Fallen Angels vying for the Dragon Nest had stopped their actions.

Each had their gains; though unable to monopolize, they reached their psychological expectations.

For now, both sides ceased fighting, the Master of Dark Crows first transformed into black energy and vanished.

The Master of Fallen Angels didn’t obstruct, watching after the other left, looking at this already torn Divine Kingdom and those Giant Dragon Divine Guards that had yet to be exterminated, there was a trace of tyranny in his eyes.

"Kill them all!"

In the next moment, the Fallen Angels behind roared forward, the black torrent engulfing the Giant Dragon Divine Guards.

After the Golden Dragon Nest shattered, the cracks became more severe.

Gold and gems rained down like a storm, mixed with the remains of Giant Dragon Divine Guards and Fallen Angels.

Lear, seeing this scene, instructed Betina to intensify the search, not to waste these fine things.

Even though the sky crack is at the center of the swamp, when those treasures fall, they will scatter and fly out, many directly falling to the swamp’s edge.

The wealth accumulated over tens of thousands of years in the Dragon Mother Divine Kingdom, even gaining a small part is a substantial harvest.

This golden rain lasted a full hour, until finally, the Giant Dragon Divine Guards were all strangled by the Fallen Angels, the Master of Fallen Angels suddenly drew his sword to cut down the heavens, directly shattering the Divine Kingdom.

The horrific energy fluctuations smoothed out the crack above the swamp, the golden rain then stopped.

And this hunt and the collapse of the Dragon Mother Divine Kingdom were seen not only by Lear, but also witnessed in secret by more than a dozen divine beings.

Then, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, it sparked a great storm among the gods.

The Master of Dark Crows, the Master of Fallen Angels, the Power of Creation... These all became focal points of attention among the gods.

Those hidden behind the scenes, for the first time revealed themselves before the gods.

Feelings of crisis and urgency made the situation suddenly heat up.

Many divine beings began to form alliances... no one wants to be the next to fall.

Moreover, this turmoil is different from before, this time it’s a clearly organized and premeditated hunt for divine beings.

What the other party intends to do, just look at the Master of Dark Crows and the Master of Fallen Angels... With the Power of Creation revealed, next might be the reconstruction of world rules.

Someone wants to become the new Creator God.

Lear, after the end of this hunt, remained silent for a long time before coming back to his senses.

He picked up the piece of the Golden Law in his hand, his mood brightened again.

His fingers subtly clenched.

No matter what, from this fall of the Dragon Mother, he harvested greatly... This unique fragment gave him a very peculiar feeling.

A strong thirst in his heart, as if it’s a treasure he has long coveted.

It seems that after devouring, unexpected gains can be obtained.