Odyssey of the Blind God Chapter 765 Peace

Millennia vanished in the blink of an eye.

Following the conclusion of the Second Great War, the Universe underwent significant transformations.

Nial, alongside a collective of Divine Gods, joined forces to forge connections with the unexplored reaches of the Cosmos.

It became evident that the Meteorring was not the solitary barrier separating the unknown cosmos from the known Universe.

Technological progress accelerated at an unprecedented rate, signaling the imminent dawn of a new cosmic Era.

While the hidden sectors of the Universe became aware of the vastness of existence and the existence of World-bridges and cosmic history, the known Universe witnessed a dramatic enhancement in its technological understanding.

Mutual benefits flowed, ushering in an epoch of tranquility and affluence.

Although conflicts perpetually flared across the Universe, none matched the ferocity and devastation of the Second Great War.

The four Gigalorian Galaxies also withdrew; they relinquished any aspirations of expanding their dominion over the diminutive universe. Instead, they repurposed these galaxies into training grounds for their burgeoning youth and havens for their retired elders.

Their influence extended into other Universes whose Void Anchors they discovered, making the establishment of Void-Bridges between disparate Universes a reality.

Nial found himself captivated by these other Universes, yet he opted for a path of non-intervention, cherishing his serene existence.

Several times a week, he engaged in sparring matches with his companions, Devils, and a number of Asuras, while relentlessly advancing his own cultivation rank. However, the longing to explore these other Universes never took root within him.

His Army of Devils was granted considerable autonomy. As long as they refrained from instigating a third Great War, Nial maintained a hands-off approach to their endeavors. The Devils had long since grasped the principle of cause and effect; their actions, regardless of scale, would inevitably generate ripples within the cosmic causality.

Nevertheless, Nial harbored little concern for them. He could perceive their activities and quickly noted their surprising disposition towards peace and tranquility.

Time flowed with astonishing speed, years blurring past faster than Nial could consciously register. His power grew immensely, yet he remained largely unaware of the extent of his advancement. He lacked the means to fully comprehend the true scope of his own might.

It was a pity, yet, once again, Nial remained unperturbed.

He remained dedicated to his own progression, ensuring his physical prowess did not stagnate through regular training and occasional spars, and he continued the expansion of the Orion Shelter.

Orion had burgeoned into a sprawling metropolis, home to billions of inhabitants, its reach extending across the entire plateau, the neighboring savannah, and the encompassing mountain range.

The structures within the Orion Shelter were meticulously positioned, benefiting from precise calculations and the integration of myriad precious resources, ensuring their resilience even against the might of Ancient Gods.

The successful creation of these edifices was no minor feat; it demanded years of dedicated research to select the appropriate runic constellations, construction materials, and runic formulations before the inaugural structure could be completed.

The cost associated with a single skyscraper was astronomical, yet so too was the inherent durability of the finished building. These remarkably resilient constructions even provided unique benefits, aiding residents in achieving more restful sleep and facilitating smoother cultivation progress.

A significant number of Origin Humans opted to remain within the Orion Shelter after the conclusion of the Second Great War, while an equal measure chose to depart. It was understood that True Originals could only attain true power by venturing into the boundless universe and confronting innumerable perils.

Consequently, the Orion Shelter evolved into a sanctuary of security and a haven for respite.

This was precisely what the Creatoran profoundly needed. Post the Second Great War, Nial embarked on a quest to locate his people, utilizing his Army of Devils to scour the Monster Dimension.

Upon their encounter with Nial's Devils, the Creatoran were overcome with abject terror, anticipating their demise at the hands of these beings. However, their apprehension dissolved upon their encounter with Nial Orin.

While the Creatoran did not possess an innate recognition of Nial as their Crown Prince, they were far from unintelligent. His distinctive silver hair and his very essence as a Creatoran, who had bonded a True Golden Dragon to his Soul Space, were sufficient cause for reverence, even in the absence of his true identity.

It was only when certain elder Creatoran, who had previously served within the royal palace, met Nial that their recognition solidified. After all, his bearing and appearance were a perfect embodiment of both the Empress and the Emperor.

Nial felt no inclination to claim the title of Crown Prince of the Lacardia Empyrean Void, yet he was equally unwilling to forsake his people. Even after ten millennia had elapsed, Nial ceaselessly sought out more of his kind.

Though widely regarded as the Reign of Darkness by many, he also served as the Ruler of the Creatoran.

It was quite ironic, but the Reign of Darkness actually received a Seed of Yggdrasil following the conclusion of the Second Great War. This seed was then planted right in the heart of the Orion Shelter, effectively linking the Elven races to him and his domain indefinitely.

Nevertheless, this turn of events was for the better. After all, it would have been incredibly challenging to meet with certain individuals he had grown to cherish without the existence of Yggdrasil's branch.

By this point, Nial was uncertain how much further he could possibly expand the Orion Shelter without encroaching upon the territories of the Primordials, Ancients, and Divine Gods.

However, this particular concern did not weigh heavily on his mind.

They had ostensibly chosen to watch over him and observe his endeavors, or so they claimed. Yet, in reality, they never intervened, regardless of his actions.

His interactions with the majority of the Divine Gods, Primordials, and Ancients were rather peculiar, largely stemming from the Second Great War and the humiliation he had inflicted upon them. Be that as it may, Nial was not particularly bothered by this.

At the present moment, the individuals he held most dear were right beside him.

His anxieties regarding Hoert persisted. However, there was a distinct lack of any news about the Devourer of the Universe, and it wasn't as though Nial intended to go seeking trouble across the vast expanse of countless universes.

He was prepared to keep a low profile and live out his days in peace. That was his sole desire now that the Advocates and their Apprentices had been definitively vanquished.

There existed only one predicament.

'What in the blazing heavens am I supposed to do about them?' Nial pondered, almost in a state of desperation, as he pictured the three figures standing before his office.

The Oracle, Princess Evalyne, and Hana were positioned there, casting daggers with their furious gazes in his direction.

[The End]

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