From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

The entire Claud World was like a mercilessly torn scroll, with every part echoing the elegy of life, as the power of the God of Reforging relentlessly destroyed everything. How fragile and fleeting the multitude of lives was when hit by the force of a True God Level.

With the collapse of the planet, countless souls struggled in fear and wailing, wandering in the void, unable to find peace—because their agony and dread were like eternal shackles.

Flames of indomitable will burned in Chris's eyes.

In the moment the world was being reforged, he had already died more than once, but he quickly resurrected.

At this point, all members of the Fischer family except for Chris had perished, yet he still lived because... Chris suddenly understood the situation.

Yes, because the great He remembered him, and He was the immortal, the eternal existence...

So he himself would not die either.

He tightly grasped the legendary sacred object—the Omiscience Book.

"I sacrifice..."

At this point, there was no choice but to risk sacrificing the million souls of Cyart in a desperate attempt.

"Even if I reach the 11th Rank, it's impossible to defeat Him."

However, if I can reach the 11th Rank... I will have enough spiritual power on my own, and the countless members of the Fischer family who just died, their spiritual power was also absorbed by the great Lord of the Lost.

Just a little more, and it might be possible to help the great Him awake.

Chris took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused all his spirit and power on the Omiscience Book he held in his hands.

As he slowly opened the Omiscience Book and read the various texts written upon it, that most powerful book began to emit a dazzling light, the light filled with mysterious power pierced the surrounding darkness and void.

Under the light's illumination, Chris's power began to grow at an unimaginable speed, swiftly mastering the 10th Rank, his eyes revealing an endless, nearly countless array of symbols.

Chris closed his eyes.

So that's how it is, I understand now...

When he opened his eyes again, they were as resplendent as constellations, and then, like a meteor cutting through the night sky, he charged toward the core of the God of Reforging that had just devastated the planet.

At this moment, Chris had finally reached the 11th Rank of the Path of Tranquility, a power level that could stand shoulder to shoulder with the fifth level of power of Bloodline, known as "Quasi-god" and "Untouchable."

"Silent Emperor."

Its image in the Spirit Realm was one of an emperor in a pure white robe with an indistinct face, as if endowed with boundless Tranquility power.

The power of the "Silent Emperor" had reached a certain apex, an absolutely serene state of mind.

Chris's demeanor had undergone a radical change, the previously sharp, sword-like presence was replaced by something profound and unfathomably mystical.

"Silent Decree."

That was the mighty power held by the 11th Rank of the Path of Tranquility.

He no longer needed to actually speak; the words from deep within his heart would now carry the power to warp reality, both terrifying in effect and scope.

At this time, the power Chris possessed far surpassed the Apocalypse Upper Rank. As a mighty "Quasi-god," "Untouchable," even a mere "Silent Decree" issued from deep inside could command nearly half of the Ouden Continent beneath his feet to start reassembling.

However, the power he wielded still had a very clear gap compared to the True God Level power of the God of Reforging.

Despite having stepped into the "Silent Emperor" Consecution of the God Pantheon stairway, possessing unprecedented power and wisdom, he still could not escape the fate of defeat in the ultimate confrontation with the God of Reforging.

The God of Reforging, being a genuine Divine, had power nearly unfathomable and far beyond the imagination of mere mortals.

That was a terrifying power capable of overturning rules and reshaping the world.

Faced with such a mighty enemy, even Chris, who had become the "Silent Emperor," felt an unprecedented pressure and helplessness.

Every attack he made seemed so insignificant and powerless in front of the God of Reforging, like a leaf boat in a storm, at any moment likely to be devoured.

Chris's body began to crumble under the onslaught of the formidable power, and his soul gradually dissipated amid the endless agony and unwillingness.

Yet, no matter how much he dissipated, Chris would always revive.

For the Lord of the Lost still remembered his existence, so the trait of "Master of Death" would not disappear.

Not even a True God could kill him!

Then, Chris was astonished to see the Gods appear in the sky!

The Lord of Salvation, World Order Emperor, Blazing Sun, Silver Moon Lady, Tempest Overlord!

They were all wrapped in black light, standing silently like puppets among many brass gears, all gazing at the only survivor of the world's destruction, Chris Fischer.

The battlefield that Chris thought was the endpoint was suddenly enveloped by an even deeper and more uneasy presence. As if from the void of the abyss, a more ancient and terrifying projection slowly emerged behind the many Divine—the projection of the otherworldly god known as the "Chaos Constellation."

The Chaos Constellation, an otherworldly god that existed in the multiverse since before the birth of this universe. Its figure surpassed the constraints of time and space, its mere existence was a challenge to and subversion of cosmic order. Its projection, like a distorted constellation, exuded a suffocating darkness and chaotic aura, tearing the space around it into ragged fragments, as if even time and space lost their meaning before it.

As soon as the projection of the otherworldly god appeared, the entire shattered planet was seemingly enveloped by an invisible fear. Even the True Gods trembled slightly, feeling awe at the arrival of this ancient Evil God. Within the projection, countless twisted tentacles and ferocious faces intertwined, whispering, roaring, speaking of the most ancient and darkest secrets of the universe.

With the projection of the Chaos Constellation becoming clearer, the entire planet began to undergo unprecedented transformations. The mountains and rivers that had been destroyed by the God of Reforging started to revive in an even stranger form. They twisted and deformed, controlled by some indescribable power. The air was filled with an indescribable stench of chaos and decay, eroding every inch of land, every ocean, making life tremble before this power.

Under this power's shroud, the many souls on the planet began a disaster like no other. The resurrected ones were twisted into monsters, plunging into endless madness and despair. The entire planet became a cursed Purgatory.

So it was... Chris understood in an instant. The God of Reforging was just a disguise of the Chaos Constellation.

The so-called perfect new world was but a deception.

What was ultimately reforged was nothing more than a "Planet Body" belonging to the Chaos Constellation!

At that moment, he suddenly felt a surge of power flowing in, no longer attempting to kill him but to seal.

He must die.

Chris took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and spoke more words than ever before.

"O great Lord of the Lost."

"I am the last survivor of the Fischer family."

"I am also the first to witness Your bestowed covenant."

"At this moment, I sacrifice to You my past, the present, future, all that I am."

"Please awaken, O great One!"

The next moment, a myriad of lights poured out from him. Your journey continues on My Virtual Library Empire

The sacred object of the Fischer family, the transparent bottle, had completely shattered, and at that time, a dense black fog emerged from the broken transparent bottle.

And Chris's soul and body were completely offered up to the Lord of the Lost; the Spiritual Power of the Fischer family members was entirely bestowed upon Karl's soul.

The sufficient Spiritual Power allowed him to wake up more rapidly, and the next seal was finally completely broken, a more powerful force and many memories fully surged forth.

The ninth seal, released.