Jon saw a brilliant ocean.
It was very strange. He should not have seen such a scene, because he was in the graveyard of the gods of the Sumerian civilization, and this divine system that rose from the Two Rivers did not have a strong understanding of the ocean.
But he soon realized that this was not the home ground of the Sumerian civilization.
This was because the ocean in front of him was completely frozen. It was empty and boundless.
The pale color almost filled the entire space, and as far as his perception could reach, it was still a thick layer of ice.
This was the North Pole.
It was also his destiny.
When he chose such a difficult path, his destiny began to be frozen and imprisoned by the world. Even though he had made a deal with the will of the world, it was of no use.
Because the will of the world was a will, there was no way to interfere with the operation of the world itself.
As for his advancement, the will of the world could only wait until he succeeded in his advancement to add flowers to the brocade, and could not provide him with timely help under such circumstances.
There was no other way for this matter. Everything could only be done by his own efforts to change the current situation that he was facing.
"Next, it's up to me."
Jon closed his eyes, but his will began to leave his body. The black Mystic Bird spread its wings and floated into the sky.
As the Mystic Bird stretched its body in the air, raised its head and cried, the layers of ice in front of him began to crack. Countless rules that should have been controlled by the gods began to burst out from those layers of ice, turning into chain-like existences that slowly rose.
A mighty cracking sound reverberated throughout the entire space.
What appeared next was the seed in Jon's hand.
Under the guidance of the Mystic Bird, those chains that appeared from the layers of ice were absorbed into the seed in a way that ordinary people could not understand.
Then this seed was swallowed into the Mystic Bird's stomach.
The Mystic Bird was a divine beast that could find the way forward, and it also represented Jon's bloodline. Swallowing the seed represented fusion.
Those chains of rules were quickly dissolved, becoming pure nourishment that merged into Jon's spirit.
Light shone everywhere.
The Mystic Bird's body expanded again and again, becoming a giant bird that covered the sky. At the same time that the Mystic Bird grew, Jon also felt that he seemed to have been unlocked in some aspects.
He felt that his power had already begun to traverse the heavens and earth, flowing according to his will.
He was not unfamiliar with this feeling because this was the system he had created, which was the structure of the Magic Net.
Now, what was playing the role of the Weave was his force field, the Net of Poseidon.
Jon had never thought that after going in circles and going through so many things, his foundation would actually return to the passive spell that he had created when his power was weak.
Even though the force field back then was completely different from the force field now.
Under the push of Jon's will, the seed quickly fell from the Xuan Bird's body in a way that was not very nice to look at. But at this time, the way was not important because no matter what the situation was, it was just the flow of power.
The seed fell from the sky and smashed into the middle of the Net of Poseidon.
Then it started to absorb the water from the Net of Poseidon. It was like a seed that was about to sprout, absorbing the power of the water.
Amidst the sound of life growing, the shadow of the World Tree appeared faintly. Then it began to shatter, transforming into a leaf that connected to the two-leaf clover that had just sprouted.
Then the seedling's roots began to grow rapidly.
The roots were like threads that controlled Jon's Net of Poseidon. Between the countless strands of water, they connected the fragments of the law.
Everything went smoothly.
Just like when Helga's world was first created, the light began to rise, forming the sun and moon. Soil began to appear in the seedling's roots. Nameless things began to be born, and then they began to form continents. Life began to appear in them. The melting of the ice began to create air currents, and then wind …
In the end.
The Net of Poseidon began to envelop the continent.
Jon had never thought that his path would be so smooth. But just as he was about to activate the power of the Magic Net, he found that his actions began to slow down.
It was not because there was a problem within the system, but because of external pressure.
"What's going on?"
Jon found that his body, which was suspended above the seedling, began to fall towards the ground. The solid ground did not seem to exist, and did not affect his fall at all. Then he was wrapped in a layer of ice.
Fortunately, he did not fall into a daze. Instead, he began to activate his power, trying to break free of this predicament.
But he suddenly found that the external pressure was not caused by the environment of the world, but by the seedling from afar.
It was like some sort of signal.
He began to try to understand these signals, but when he came into contact with them, he suddenly felt an unstoppable suction. The next moment, he appeared in another place.
In front of him was an extremely solemn and tall palace.
But the palace was no longer solemn.
The palace had been reduced to ruins, and there were broken stone chairs in front of him. Weeds grew out of the chairs, weaving into decorations.
But even so, he could still see a complete ceiling and stone pillars not far in front of him, as well as reliefs carved on them.
It was like the reality of the gods' existence, or an epic that sang their praises.
He did not hesitate at all and stepped forward.
Because at the top of the stone pillar in the center, he saw familiar patterns.
That was his Magic Net.
There was also the totem of the Mystic Bird on it.
The massive black bird spread its wings and hovered above the shattered ceiling like a god.
Around the stone pillar, countless dark blue curtains floated down, each with a different symbol, indicating the power they had once controlled.
This was the divine system that the Sumerian civilization had once served. The various gods of the divine system now appeared in front of these curtains.
They carried the laws that they had once controlled.
They floated high up in the air.
Although their eyes were empty, Jon could still sense the existence of obsessions in those empty holes. Those great beings of the past were looking at him, this uninvited guest, through those empty holes.
High up in the air.
These people were like the masters who had caught an invading thief, examining Jon, this latecomer, in front of him.
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