The Primordial Record
chapter-531

Murrihm shook his head violently, a burst of Divine Might erupted from his body, and the tears, snot, and blood on his body were wiped away,

'No, this was not the question I should be thinking about, I need help! I need to inform the Forum of The Gods, that a great enemy was at their shores, and it was possible that the missing god Dao Ma had fallen in his hands.'

His Divine Sense erupted from his body, about to link with his Divine Spark so that he could begin broadcasting his findings to his fellow gods when an instinct made him look down.

Ignoring the disgust it brought him as he was feeling a deep revulsion in every fiber of his godly being at being violated by the Intent of this monster, and the thought of even looking at the remains of its Intent still haunted him.

Yet he still looked, and his eyes widened in shock and horror.

The red maggots that had filled his body previously had gathered and formed a single large eye with slit pupil like a dreadful snake and were staring at him with such apathy that Murrihm, The Star Gazer cried out in horror and took to the skies.

He drew his palms close to his chest where he pulled starlight from the millions of stars he had fixed in the skies of his Divine Kingdom, pulling such large amounts of starlight that the light from his Divine Kingdom became a fraction dimmer.

With a cry of rage and fear, Murrihm blasted the powers of the gathered stars towards that dreadful eye made from Intent.

Even though Murrihm, The Star Gazer was not known for his sheer brute force and power, every god inside his Divine Kingdom was supremely powerful, and in many ways, reality could bend to obey their wills, after all, they were the foremost authority in this space.

Murrihm made every single strand of his starlight burn as hot as 30,000° degrees and transformed the earth of his Divine Kingdom to become a reflective surface, so that as the starlight landed in the ground, it reflected and bounced back to the skies where he pushed it back towards the ground, and when they reached the ground again, it ricocheted back and he pushed it down, creating an array of pure devastation.

He had created this technique eighty-five thousand years ago, and he had proudly called it—Starlight Grinder.

Manipulating millions of strands of starlight in such a complex manner involving millions of micro interactions happening at every moment, was a power only a being with an Immortal Soul was capable of doing.

This created a horrifying reaction where the starlight he kept bouncing back grew hotter and brighter until his entire Divine Kingdom was filled with light.

He kept at it for three entire minutes until the earth of his Divine Kingdom evaporated into nothingness. He was not afraid of wasting any of his resources for his Divine Kingdom was special and nearly empty of life.

The only thing he truly treasured were the starlights above that he gathered every day for the last fifty thousand years, and he gave every single strand a name.

Many would call such actions useless, but he was a god, Murrihm was capable of naming all the billions of strands of starlight he had gathered.

Like his children, he knew them by name and he loved them. Endless years he had slowly spent finding the unique names for each spark of light.

With his power, this brief spark of light that should have only appeared for a brief moment in time did not fade but remained, and as long as he lived, it would never vanish.

Such a miracle necessitated that they had names, and it was the reason he hardly used them in battle, he became known that he was one of the gods with the weakest combat power, but that was very far from the truth.

He just abhorred using the lives of his children to battle, even now when he was in mortal peril, he was careful not to drain the power from his children, and he stopped when he had felt he had collected enough.

Murrihm wiped the sweat from his brows, 'Whatever entered his Divine Kingdom must have been banished, right?' The power he just unleashed was nearing the peak of what a Minor god was capable of, that should be enough to destroy any Intent.

His eyes scanned his Divine Kingdom, and he nearly missed it, the devastation was very thorough, and it was easy to miss something so small out of all the rubble, but he looked back at what he glimpsed and his face went white.

A golden skeleton was kneeling in the middle of the devastation, with bright strands of starlight flowing down the golden bones.

The skeleton stood up and appeared to be observing the bones of its arms and torso, and its ever-grinning skull made it seem as if it was enjoying this experience.

"It has been a while since I saw my insides," a deep voice resounded from around the skeleton, the Aether around his body becoming his mouth, "I have almost forgotten what it was like to see it, and it makes me wonder…"

Horror flooded Murrihm, he had no idea where it came from, perhaps it was in the air of apathy around this creature, that made his actions seem as inevitable as the rising sun,

"Die you monster!" Murrihm screamed, and he gathered starlight once more in his chest that was at least five times more powerful than the previous one he used, but instead of attacking, he turned to escape, clearly his words and actions were a diversion.

Even now… the god did not want to sacrifice his children to give himself a little time in order to escape.

Rowan's hearts felt a little bit stifled, the god refusing to use his entire might to battle was making him a little angry. He was aware that this state of mind must be a bleedout from his Ouroboros Bloodline, and he deliberated internally if this was a bad thing, before dismissing it out of hand.

There were very few things he craved, and a good fight was one of them.