Standing at the expanding edge of the Divine Realm central, the God King slowly opened his eyes, a faint majesty superior to all things, spirits, and gods dissipating around him.
Many gods who were already followers of Muria naturally knelt down, offering their loyalty to the great being who had become the ruler of the world, with only a few beings capable of facing Muria's unintentional pressure with their original posture.
Having completed his ascension and his consciousness returning from the World Origin, the Lord of the World looked around at his relatives and elders with a smile, not speaking, for he had a very important task to undertake.
His newly returned consciousness extended once more into the World Origin, then he inspected one by one the many radiant seals engraved upon it.
However, these seals, still shimmering with radiant luster, were not what he sought; it was the dimmed, nearly void-like faded seals that were his target—those were the marks of the fallen gods.