In the vast void, chaotic energy spread like a bottomless ocean—sometimes calm as a still sea, sometimes turbulent as storm-tossed waves. Motes of mixed light accumulated throughout, diverse energies with different properties mingling together. These energies were difficult to absorb and impossible to erase, their polluting and corrosive nature making the void a dangerous place.
Ordinary sorcerers could hardly survive here. An accidental encounter with a void energy storm meant almost certain death. Only beings at the level of gods could safely traverse this domain.
In a particular corner of the immense void, dark green light flickered distantly like stars. Approaching closer, one would discover energy vortices emerging in the emptiness, constantly pulling and swallowing the energy of the nearby void. These mixed energies were consumed, purified, and transformed into clean power that fed the central core.
The heart of this system, surrounded by energy vortices, was enclosed within a dark green luminous membrane. Through this light film, one could clearly discern an enormous landmass.
This was a dimensional world—the poisonous realm of the Poison God.
Dimensional worlds were diverse, entirely shaped by their creator's vision. Some resembled planetary systems like our universe, others took the form of continental realms beneath a rounded sky, while still others manifested as planes with layered spaces and mountains. All were constructed according to their creator's abilities.
The stronger the creator, the more complex the world they could build. Those with lesser strength naturally crafted simpler domains. This served as one standard for judging a dimensional god's power and potential.
Of course, different world structures didn't necessarily indicate fixed potential. Continental realms, planetary universes, or grouped planar dimensions—each had their strengths. Multidimensional plane groups like Hell were inherently more complex, but this didn't mean that continental or planetary universe dimensions had poor potential.
After all, Asgard was a typical continental world, yet who would dare suggest that God-King Odin was weak? Everything depended on the creator god's strength. Naturally, Asgard's power had its own unique characteristics.
The Poison God's dimensional world before them was a classic continental dimension. Beneath a rounded sky, the Poison God's followers lived across the mainland, providing faith to their deity. The massive energy vortices at the dimension's edge supplied sufficient power for the realm and provided the dimensional master with resources to condense source power.
At this moment, the poisonous world's dark green radiance began to dim, and the energy vortices along its edges appeared to slow. Simultaneously, if one looked carefully, the continent seemed to be shifting rightward.
From a distance, the previously flickering poisonous world grew increasingly faint.
Conscious concealment!
Clearly, the Poison God was controlling his realm, restraining its presence.
As for why?
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Through the vast expanse, two figures strode forward. They appeared unhurried, advancing with slow, leisurely steps. Yet with each seemingly slight movement, they appeared instantly at great distances—one step spanning a thousand meters or even ten thousand miles.
As they descended, the bald woman in front affected the void with every step. The chaotic void energies around her instantly stilled, becoming unnaturally quiet. This phenomenon was astonishing.
Meanwhile, the Poison World, which had been radiating dark green light, had grown dim, as if trying to blend into the surrounding void—attempting to hide from something approaching.
However...
When the Ancient One and Lockhart stood before it, they gazed intently at the poisonous dimension. The poisonous realm seemed to sense their scrutiny. It ceased its concealment efforts, and numerous dark green striped filaments appeared around it, constructing a mysterious verdant light curtain—a defensive barrier.
This was obviously meant to...
BOOM!
The Ancient One raised her hand high and waved forcefully at the dark green barrier. Instantly, from the void, purple lightning crashed down, slamming heavily into the protective shield.
A thunderous sound echoed as, visible to the naked eye, the dark green barrier developed cracks throughout its surface. It seemed that one more blow would shatter this dimensional defense completely.
"Poison Demon God Moros, are you home?" the Ancient One called with a smile after the destructive purple thunder dissipated. She deliberately refrained from striking again.
"Moros, are you home?" Her voice resonated through the void, spreading in all directions.
Only silence answered.
In the next moment...
CRACK!
In the void, purple lightning with a destructive aura suddenly materialized. Rather than directly penetrating the dimensional world's dark green barrier, the lightning repeatedly manifested and traveled around the realm's perimeter—a clear warning.
"Moros, are you home?" Like someone knocking on a door, the Ancient One called out loudly after the crackling thunder.
This time, an enormous dark green face appeared in the sky above the continent. Its expression conveyed frustration and fear.
"Ancient One, what do you intend to do?" the voice of the Poison Demon God Moros floated from the void. "It's been a long time since I've visited Earth. I don't wish to involve myself in your affairs!"
"Why such anxiety? I haven't mentioned any particular matter," the Ancient One replied with a smile. "Here, allow me to introduce my student to you."
Pulling Lockhart forward, she introduced him to the Poison Demon. "This is Gilderoy Lockhart. I have high expectations that he will become the next Supreme Sorcerer of Kamar-Taj."
Moros stared at Lockhart, who appeared as harmless as a gentle creature, and said nothing. But soon his attention returned to the Ancient One.
"I understand. I can leave now. I won't interfere in your affairs," Moros declared loudly, his words saturated with fear.
He had no desire to deal with the Ancient One. Many evil gods had fallen into her hands and escaped only after being flayed to their core. He had suffered greatly in the past.
"Why such haste? It's not every day I find a disciple worthy of inheriting my knowledge," the Ancient One responded. "You see, after receiving something meaningful, I always share it with you. As an old friend, shouldn't you congratulate me?"
Her smile barely concealed her extortion. Her meaning was obvious—leaving without paying a price was impossible.
Hearing this, the Poison Demon God Moros displayed an aggrieved expression on his enormous face. He seemed to struggle between anger and suppression.
In the next moment...
Three streams of light flew forth from his realm: a dark green orb of light, a black spear, and a dark green jade bottle.
"Ancient One, that's enough," Moros said angrily.
Looking at the original power before her, along with two artifacts, the Ancient One curled her lips, deliberately showing a trace of disdain on her face.
Then...
BOOM!
With a casual wave of her hand, a huge golden blade materialized and swiftly sliced through space. Without any resistance, it penetrated directly through the dark green barrier that was already on the verge of breaking.
Like a knife through tofu, the blade cleanly cut away one percent of the continent. A loud rumble followed, as if the severed land had lost some essential support or was being drawn by an unseen force.
The severed land—no, the dimensional fragment—slowly floated toward the Ancient One.
At the same time, her voice drifted through the void:
"After all, he is a god. And this is my student, the next Supreme Sorcerer. It would be stingy to offer so little."
She continued with mock solemnity: "How could such meager gifts be worthy of the renowned Demon God of Poison! No need to thank me—this dimension fragment will suffice as a greeting gift. Allow me to thank you first on behalf of my student!"