In the void of space, a figure appeared-a young man.
“Hmm, it’s actually a universe formed by Chaos Force, and it’s unclaimed!” His eyes widened, and his breath quickened.
“If I can refine this world, I can definitely break through to the Lord God realm!” He couldn’t wait to begin refining this world.
Buzz!
The space trembled, and a vast power of laws intervened.
The young man frowned slightly, his tone filled with confusion. “Is there still a The Heaven enforcer here? Strange. There is no Creator God in this world, so why is there still a The Heaven enforcer?”
He recalled the individuals he had exiled to the Realm of Chaos earlier. It seemed that among them, there was still a The Heaven enforcer.
He had to kill that enforcer before he could begin refining this world.
“This is really troublesome,” he sighed helplessly. He marked the spot in time and, with a thought, his figure disappeared.
…
“Where is this place?” A groan escaped John’s lips as he struggled to open his eyes. Pain shot through his entire body, and his strength seemed to have been drained.
Curiously, he looked around. He was in a simple thatched hut, lying on a hard wooden bed. Inside the hut were a rudimentary wooden table and two worn-out wooden chairs.
He tried to sit up, but his body felt stiff and unresponsive. Only then did he realize that his body was wrapped in strips of cloth.
“I’ve been injured?” His voice was hoarse, and his expression was one of surprise.
With the Tree of Life’s life-sharing ability, and the power of laws governing life, he shouldn’t have been injured.
Even if he had been hurt, the damage should have healed quickly.
“Hmm, where is my life law?” He exclaimed in shock, trying to move and causing a sharp pain. His brow furrowed in agony.
His power of laws related to life had disappeared. Moreover, all the other laws he had once controlled seemed to have vanished entirely.
His mind raced. He quickly called up his attribute panel.
Fortunately, his basic attributes remained, but all his skills and techniques had turned gray. Without the support of his law comprehension, he couldn’t use any skills.
“What’s going on?” His brow furrowed deeply, and he began to sense his surroundings more carefully.
The United Sword and the Four Extermination Swords were still within his body, but he couldn’t summon them.
Not only that, he sensed something strange within his soul. Apart from the Purple Flame Destruction Lotus, there was now another lotus-a green one.
It was the Chaos Green Lotus!
He recalled what had happened earlier.
He had slain the Creator God and restored the various star domains.
Just when everyone thought the battle was over and they had succeeded, a terrifying aura descended. Soon after, a massive black hole appeared, and everyone was devoured within it.
Even his World-in-Hand had been destroyed.
“Sini and the others?” He thought of the women with a deep sense of concern.
Creek!
At that moment, the door to the hut creaked open.
He caught a strong scent of herbs and, curious, turned his head to look.
A young girl entered carefully, holding a wooden basin.
The girl was around thirteen or fourteen years old, with bright eyes, a white smile, and an innocent, cute appearance.
The wooden basin was filled with unknown herbs, their pungent odor filling the room.
She twitched her nose, muttering softly to herself, “I really don’t know where Grandpa gets his confidence. This big brother is really unlucky. I hope these herbs don’t end up poisoning
him.”
Saying this, she struggled to place the wooden basin on the wooden table.
The table trembled slightly, as though it could collapse at any moment.
She let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked over to the bed, preparing to change John’s bandages.
“Eh? You’re awake?” The girl exclaimed, taking a step back. In a flurry, she ran out of the
room.
“Grandpa, Grandpa, the big brother you saved is awake…”
Her excited voice echoed from outside the room.
John was even more confused now. It seemed that someone had saved him.
Soon, an elderly man, hunched and frail, entered the room, followed by the curious little girl, who peeked her head around the door to watch John.
“Young man, you’re finally awake. You’re the first person I’ve saved. I knew my herbs would work,” the old man said with a gleam of pride and joy in his cloudy eyes.
John furrowed his brow.
He felt that his awakening had nothing to do with this old man, and he even suspected that the old man’s herbs had side effects.
Although his life laws had vanished and his World-in-Hand had been destroyed, John could still feel that the Tree of Life remained intact. It hadn’t been destroyed.
His awakening was likely related to the Tree of Life and the laws of life.
The old man sat beside the bed, observing John’s injuries. “How do you feel, young man?” he asked.
“Much better,” John responded weakly, nodding gratefully. He was about to ask a question when he saw the old man signal for the girl to bring over the basin of herbs.
Startled, John quickly spoke up, “Old sir, I feel like my injuries are already healed. There’s no need for your herbs.”
“Not at all! My herbs will help you recover faster,” the old man insisted, without giving John a chance to refuse. He ordered the girl to help him change the bandages.
The bandages were removed, revealing horrific, gaping wounds.
Even the old man, who had seen many injuries in his time, couldn’t help but feel a shiver down
his spine.
But the girl seemed unfazed, as though she had grown accustomed to it.
John had given up on resisting and let the two of them go about their work.
He could feel that his injuries would heal on their own. Even if the herbs had side effects, they wouldn’t kill him—at worst, they might slow down his recovery.
The old man pulled out a pipe from somewhere, lit it, and said, seemingly to himself, “Young man, you really are lucky. If we hadn’t found you in time, the wolf pack would’ve torn you to
pieces.”
Wolf pack?
John’s face twisted with bitterness. He, a powerful upper-tier god, a three-star Overseer, and a The Heaven Enforcer, had been threatened by a pack of wolves.
It truly felt like a tiger being bullied by a dog when it falls to the ground.
“By the way,” the old man exhaled a puff of smoke and asked curiously, “What’s your name,
young man? How did you end up in our Apricot Village?”
Apricot Village?
That must be the name of this village.
John weakly leaned back on the bed and spoke, “Old sir, my name is John. As for how I ended
up here, I’m not sure. I was transported here by a black hole. By the way, have you seen anyone
else?”
“Black hole?” The old man gasped, nearly dropping his pipe.
His face went pale, and he quickly said, “Ling’er, close the door! Stay by the door, don’t let
anyone come near!”
“Alright.” The girl, Ling’er, shot a curious glance at John before putting down the herbs and
retreating outside.
John was puzzled, not understanding why the old man was reacting so strongly.
He couldn’t help but ask, “Old sir, is something wrong?”
The old man took two more puffs of his pipe, sizing John up before asking, “Were you resisting The Heaven and got sucked into the black hole, then exiled here?”
“Resisting The Heaven? Well, sort of,” John frowned. Although Creator God had established a new The Heaven law, it wasn’t completely successful yet, so it could barely be considered The
Heaven.
“Strange,” the old man muttered to himself, explaining, “This is the Chaos Zone. Anyone who resists The Heaven in the major universes will be sent here. However, they’re usually sent to prison. This is the first time I’ve seen someone in your situation.” “Prison?” John grew worried. He feared that Sini and the others might have been imprisoned
as well.
The old man noticed his concern and comforted him, “Don’t worry too much. Those newly imprisoned aren’t in any danger. If they behave well, they can get their sentence reduced,
even get released from prison.”
“Really?” John was still uneasy. He needed to find Sini and the others to feel truly at ease.
“Old sir, were you also exiled here for resisting The Heaven?” he asked, looking at the old
man with curiosity.
“Me?” The old man took a deep drag on his pipe, gave a bitter smile, and shook his head. “No. Ling’er’s father resisted The Heaven, and we were caught up in it. Though we don’t have to be locked in prison, we’ll never leave here in our lifetimes. Sigh…”
He sighed deeply, a look of sadness crossing his face. “It’s a pity for Ling’er. She has godly
talent but can’t cultivate.”
Godly Talent?
John was astonished. He hadn’t expected that the cute little girl, Ling’er, possessed such an
incredible talent.
“Old sir, is it impossible to cultivate here?” he asked curiously.
After waking up, he had been unable to sense any laws around him, which left him feeling
frustrated. It was as if he was guarding a mountain of gold but couldn’t spend a penny. “Impossible,” the old man shook his head. “But it’s not absolute. Some of The Heaven’s lackeys seem to have special means to utilize the power of the laws. How exactly they do it, I
don’t know.”
The Heaven lackeys?
It seemed that the old man harbored a strong resentment toward The Heaven.
But as long as there was a way to cultivate.
John felt better. He was confident that he could restore his power.
“By the way,” the old man’s expression grew serious, and he warned, “You must never reveal
your identity to anyone else. If those The Heaven lackeys find out, you’ll be as good as dead.
You can’t even trust the ordinary people here. Although most of them have fought The Heaven in some way, the majority have already surrendered here.” John nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation.
“Old sir, where is the prison where they keep the prisoners who resist The Heaven?” He was
concerned about Sini and the others’ safety and decided that once his injuries healed, he
would go find them.
The old man explained, “There are many such prisons, all scattered across the territories of the major lords. The thing is, you don’t have a legal identity, so you can’t enter their territories. I’d advise you to give up. Staying alive is more important than anything else.”
John shook his head, not agreeing with the old man’s viewpoint. He pressed on, “Can you help me get a legal identity?”
“Sigh!” The old man sighed in resignation when he saw John’s determination. “Alright, I’ll help you. Once you’re fully healed, I can create a legal identity for you. All you need to do is go
to the town and get the blessing of the Goddess. With that, you’ll have a legitimate identity.”
Goddess?
John was puzzled. He didn’t understand who this Goddess was.
Before he could ask, the old man threw his pipe aside and started applying medicine to his
wounds.
John wanted to refuse, but in the end, he gave in. He knew that his life wasn’t at risk, so he let
the old man do his work.
…
Seven days later, John’s injuries were almost fully healed. He could now get out of bed and
move around without any issues.
Over the course of these seven days, he had gotten a basic understanding of the situation here.