Looking at the Boundless Ocean from a broader perspective.
This is a shattered, painful world, its consciousness trapped in an eternal slumber amidst this shattering pain.
In short, the Boundless Ocean represents the intermediate stage in the process of the former world's restoration.
It has been pieced together, but the gaps between them haven't completely healed, for within them, various bacteria and viruses still wreak havoc.
Tens of thousands of years have passed since the world was shattered and pieced together.
During these tens of thousands of years,
Of the four gods who remained and pieced the world together, two have become supreme beings within the astral realm.
These are the Mother God and the Sea God.
Below them are the Wise Ones and the Living Ones.
They are only slightly inferior to the Mother God and the Sea God, but remain at the pinnacle of existence.
For tens of thousands of years, they have harvested the fragments shattered by the Mother's explosion and pieced them together. In their time of weakness, hiding and wandering was not something a weak person could do.
The experiences they endured were beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Of course, piecing together a world and the effort they put into repairing it also brought rewards.
The Four Gods' current strength is closely related to their efforts to repair the world, and this is the gift they deserve.
And now.
The Four Gods anticipate further progress. They hope to restore the world from its current intermediate state to its original state.
That is, to free the world's consciousness from the unimaginable pain and truly revive.
At this stage, all those who harbor ill will towards this world will no longer turn a blind eye.
The first priority is to address the cancer within the seams.
And the rotting flesh that rests on the largest wound.
Demons from the Abyss.
This was an internal threat, and the Four Gods needed to maintain the barrier outside the Vast Ocean.
Added to their original repulsion,
The heavy responsibility of resisting the demons and clearing the rift in the Abyss fell upon the mortals of the world.
For the past millennia, they had done a good job.
Until the rift widened, and more demons arrived.
At this point, an external threat also arrived.
The gods, having once betrayed the world, could not stand by and watch the world return to its former state.
This was unacceptable to them.
Thus, a three-pronged faction emerged.
The Four Gods, who protected the world and restored it, and the life within the Vast Ocean.
The demons, who controlled the world and dragged it into the Abyss, posed the greatest threat and wreaked havoc within the Vast Ocean.
The gods who once betrayed the world, destroying it and shattering it into pieces, now unable to recover.
The advantage naturally lies with those who protect the world and the world itself.
But the problem is that those who control the world are internal, while those who destroy it are external. Amidst internal and external troubles, their advantage is minimal.
Next are the demons who control the world, whose chances of victory are the greatest.
Finally, there are the traitorous gods who destroyed the world.
This is why the newborn god will return the power once taken from the world.
Regardless of whether the four gods or the demons triumph, retaining this power within will only pose a hidden danger.
It is clear that through communication and guidance with the newborn god, even within the traitorous group, they are not united, but rather have their own agendas, united only by shared interests.
The greatest threat to the others is clearly the god of war and all those gods around him who devour their brothers and sisters.
Even if they ultimately triumph, they will continue to devour their former brothers and sisters, absorbing the power they once shared into their own bodies.
So, no matter what,
The New God returning his former power wouldn't be a bad thing, especially since it might already be dispensable to him.
Alka pondered this in his mind.
The New God's very purpose conveyed a message to them.
That the traitorous gods threatening them from the outside might not be such a significant threat.
As long as they could keep them out of the world, cleanse the demons within, and quickly repair these rifts, they would collapse on their own.
"However, these three treasures all have an aura, so they need to be thrown into the dreamland to cleanse them first," Alka said, throwing the treasures into the dreamland.
Interestingly, while these three treasures had an aura, they weren't as saturated with it as before.
This meant that these three treasures had actually been removed from the body of the Reborn God and stored outside long ago.
The excited crowd had to calm down and wait for time to pass.
"Now, it's time to return to the World Scar. We may be needed there," Sofia said.
All told, they hadn't received any information or intelligence from the outside world in over a year.
They only knew that the anti-magic wall, after seven or eight years of effort, was finally destroyed.
This meant that at least half of the World Scar was now completely under the demons' control.
This was very dangerous.
This meant that the demons had more access to the sea.
At sea, the demons might also have gained even greater power.
As for the specific situation...
They were unlikely to know; these were all based on their speculation.
And some of the information Alka occasionally gleaned from the bubbles in the Dream Realm.
"Based on the distance and the route we've taken, at our current speed, it'll only take about a year to reach the World Scar."
Sofia calculated the distance and said.
Their Dawn Voice had only just left the Trial Island.
Alka, standing on the deck, simply smiled at this.
"No need to go to all that trouble."
As soon as these words fell, everyone looked at Alka. It was clear that Alka might have some means to quickly get them to the World Scar.
Because the World Scar was a place Alka had visited before, he had even spent many years there, and his strength had improved several stages there.
And now.
Alka had become a god in the dream world, and in reality, he had gathered all the treasures. It was time to begin the ritual of ascension.
With Alka's current strength, it's no surprise he's the greatest under the gods.
He's undoubtedly the most powerful being in the mortal world.
"So you have some new tricks up your sleeve, huh?" Lucilia asked, perched on Alka's shoulder.
Alka smiled and raised his right hand.
As his five fingers spread open, the crowd, already aware of the changes around them, clearly sensed something.
Then, a massive portal appeared in front of the Voice of Dawn.
The portal shone with colors twisting like a dream.
"You...you stole order?"
Julia asked uncertainly, her expression filled with disbelief.
Hearing this, Alka turned around and smiled, giving her a thumbs-up. "Very perceptive."
Now it was Simon's turn to be unconvinced. "No? Why was order stolen? Setting that aside, why isn't there chaos even though order is gone?"
Alka pointed to the massive portal in front of them.
"Because I only stole the order around the edge of this portal. I stole it, but I haven't taken over yet. The order still exists. Do you understand?"
Although it was a bit awkward and convoluted, Simon nodded with a frown. He probably understood.
The order was still there; it was simply stolen. Stolen, it didn't mean it disappeared.
So there was still order there.
Thinking of this, not only Simon but the others, but also the others, realized that Alka's abilities had become outrageous.
"Is this the power a crown-level treasure can bring?" Jason muttered to himself.
"No, this isn't a power conferred solely by a crown-level treasure; it's the combined power of the six treasures," Alka said with a smile.
The most intuitive concept is the possession of elements grounded in reality, spatial power based on space, plus the ability to steal and reverse the mirror. These four abilities are the result of a combination.
That's why Alka said that the six treasures, though seemingly unrelated, together can produce a profound effect.
The Voice of the Dawn slowly sailed into the portal leading to the dreamland.
As the entire ship fell into the mirror, Alka grabbed it.
The portal vanished, and Order was instantly returned to Alka.
At this point, the Voice of the Dawn was already sailing within the dreamland.
As soon as it appeared within the dreamland, Alka's power was immediately fully unleashed.
The power of illusion was enshrined in the Voice of the Dawn, and now it was an illusory ship capable of freely navigating the dreamland. A twisting tunnel appeared before them.
‐ This was the fast tunnel Alka had once used, a tunnel based on dreams.
‐ The surrounding dreamscape stretched madly backward. ‐
‐ Then, the puppet girls on the deck began to tumble and sway.
‐ It was clear that the changes in their surroundings had left them unable to control their bodies.
‐ Alka reached out, and a thin membrane covered the boat.
‐ Everyone on board immediately felt better.
‐ "How long will it take us to travel this distance?" Sofia asked.
‐ "Very quickly, probably only half an hour."
‐ The boat, traveling along the fast tunnel in the dream, caused the surrounding scenery to stretch backward, obliterating any view.
‐ All they could see were fleeting phantoms.
‐ As for the creatures in the dream, who would be so foolish as to provoke such a thing?
‐ After all, these were gods from the dream.
Time passed quickly.
The phantoms stretching backward around them gradually began to stabilize, and then the ship's speed returned to normal.
A portal appeared before them again.
But the scene within this mirror-like portal was a vast ocean.
The Voice of Dawn rushed out.
The air, wrapped in a sea breeze, once again filled everyone's nostrils.
"Sniff."
Pororo sniffed, frowning. "The air smells wrong! I smell sulfur."
The smell of sulfur was unmistakable.
Either there were volcanoes nearby, or demons.
And their destination was the World Scar.
What was around them was clear as day.
Looking around.
"What location did you choose?" Jason couldn't help but turn to look at Alka. "I can only locate the seas I've visited before. If I knew the situation on the World Scar, I would have definitely located it directly.
Who knew there were so many demonic ships around here?"
Arka said, looking around. Just as he'd said, they seemed to have accidentally emerged from the sea and arrived at the center of the demonic fleet.
Yes, they were surrounded by a demonic fleet. Something that had never existed before was now sailing openly on the sea.
This demonic fleet was haphazardly forged from a strange, smelting iron.
But compared to the past, these ships were almost ironclad.
You could even clearly see various naval artillery weapons.
"Haha, a little human shrimp has intruded into my fleet."
A gigantic demon stood atop a massive demon flagship, roaring loudly.
Arka turned to look at him. On average, their strength was roughly that of a Stage 8 demon.
They sensed the chaos around them.
This was at sea.
They hadn't even seen the World Scar yet.
But the chaos around them was almost as intense as it had been in front of the Demon-Proof Fortress.
"What do we do now?" Lucelia asked, sitting on Alka's shoulder.
Alka glanced around.
Although it was a fleet, the demonic ships numbered approximately six.
"Of course... fight our way out," Alka said with a smile.
Aside from the Stage 8 demon on the flagship, there were no more demons in the fleet at this point, only Stage 7 and weaker demons.
Dawn's Voice quickly raised an elemental shield.
Six elements, combined with strange powers, layered upon itself. The crystal fruits shimmered, continuously supplying energy.
Simultaneously, all the demon ships' lava cannons opened fire.
A large number of shells, lava-laden, flew directly towards them.
But they apparently hit the shields and failed to penetrate.
Alka and the others on board were immediately thrown out, each selectively jumping onto a different demon ship.
When Alka leaped onto the flagship, the demon captain froze in his tracks.
It was obvious.
This was the first time he had encountered someone boarding an enemy ship during a naval battle.
And boarding a demon ship, at that.
Unheard of.
"I've decided to remove your brain before I devour you, so as not to affect my brilliant mind."
The demon said, looking at Alka.
Hearing this, Alka's expression darkened.
He had actually been mocked by a demonic brazenness for being mentally unstable. "Haha, fight!"
The four-meter-tall demon spread its bat wings, raised its twin axes, and leaped directly at Alka.
The massive body, combined with its attacking stance, exuded an imposing presence, pressing directly towards him.
The other demons on the deck did not join the fray, but instead raised their weapons and cheered joyfully, like spectators in an arena.
Alka sensed that the demon's attack was truly like an arena.
Escape was impossible; he had to fight.
Facing the incoming attack, Alka clenched his palms, and then a pair of massive axes appeared in his hands, which he swung back.
"Hmm?"
The demon, in the act of leaping, looked at the axes with a strange familiarity.
As the two collided, he realized that his axes had disappeared.
He was gripping two stone clubs.
The ordinary stone clubs were instantly shattered by his own axe, and then the axe blade struck his shoulder.
The immense force sent him stumbling backward.
Looking at the broken stone in his palms and the wound on his shoulder, a blank stare appeared in his eyes.
"Damn you, human! How dare you steal the great Apatow's weapon?"
The demon roared at Alka.
Hearing this, Alka shrugged helplessly and threw one of his axes over.
"Alright, I'll give you one back. You use one, I use one. That's fair."
The axe he threw was caught by the demon named Apatow.
Looking at the lost and recovered axe,
The demon held it for a moment and said, "Alright, human, I recognize you."
He roared again.
Red blood-red lines emerged from his body, and the demonic horns on his forehead expanded, becoming like bull horns.
Alka could feel his body's strength surge.
The force that had imprisoned him, forcing him to fight, grew even stronger.
The demon's bull hooves kicked hard. The entire ship sank significantly underwater.
The immense force created a deep dent in the deck he had occupied.
The ship was surprisingly made of solid steel. Enormous force meant extreme speed.
In an instant, the axe descended upon Alka's head. However, he was met with Alka's smile.
"Bang!" The entire axe exploded with a tremendous force. The immense force blasted the charging demon back.
Chaos elements erupted, shattering the demon's hands and face.
Even the Chaos elements lingering on the wounds were hindering the body's ability to heal. Alka raised his axe, giving him no chance. In an instant, he leaped beside the demon and chopped off its head with the axe.
"Despicable...man..."
The demon's soul floated back into the abyss before he could finish his words.
"It's been so long since I've fought a demon. I forgot to tie up his soul first."
Then he looked at the body of the dead demon.
"You took it when I told you to. How could you be so naive?"