Volume 5 Chapter 0132 The Promise of the Supreme God - I, The Dragon Overlord

"Boom—Boom—" The melodious sound of bells resonated throughout the Astral Realm, echoing across the multiverse. The 'Pantheon', an ancient hall constructed by the earliest deities, had remained vacant for nearly a million years. No one anticipated that it would once again be graced by its rightful ruler. Within the temple, a battalion of gods stood in line, each in a combat-ready stance before their respective thrones, peering up at a newly emerged seat at the highest position. This throne, inlaid with gold and gemstones and adorned with countless arcane patterns, was not crafted by any craftsperson's hand but materialized by the Pantheon itself, as if the hall was pledging its allegiance to the birth of the God of All Gods. Under the gaze of the divine congregation, a figure materialized upon the throne. Grand and towering, it seemed to stand with feet planted across the world, surrounded by mist-like traces that veiled its appearance and form. Even within the Pantheon, the gods inexplicably felt an overwhelming pressure. When the figure cast its gaze upon them, it was as if half the universe focused its eyes on each of them, and they sensed the impending threat of a boundless anger poised to descend, ready to crush even true deities under the weight of cosmic power. 'He finally... has become the God of Gods.' Whether it was the Goddess of Darkness, the God of War, the Goddess of Magic, the Goddess of Silvermoon, or the Lady of Dawn, all the major pantheon leaders, regardless of their connection to Louie, whether or not they had ever exchanged words with the former Dragon God, felt a complex wave of emotions. As the gods transitioned from the primordial era to this epoch where order and chaos coexist, a new God of Gods emerged, a deity mastering the sea of primordial forces. This deity stood not as just any God of Gods but as the Supreme God of Order, wielding dominion over one of the world's poles. Regardless of their previous thoughts or wishes for Louie's ascent, now that reality confirmed it, the deities harbored no alternative aspirations. Their sole anxiety was hoping their true sovereign fulfills his promises. Even those once at odds with Louie now bowed earnestly, proclaiming, "…Your Majesty Louie!" Their voices harmonized, resembling subjects presenting their reverence and blessings to their emperor. "You may all rise, esteemed ones. Please return to your rightful places." Louie's voice, steady as a mountain and ethereal as stars beyond the sky, descended from an endless height, enveloping the Pantheon, making the entire multiverse seem to listen under its spell. The gods bowed their heads, each quietly returning to their seats, their eyes fixed on the figure atop, awaiting what their ascended King of Kings would decree. At this moment, even the gods of formidable power were tense. This God of Gods had reached an invincible stature; a mere thought could sever their divine faith, a wave could cast them down. Even if the multiverse collapsed, he wouldn't perish but would emerge anew, ready to command countless lives in a new cycle. Louie wore robes of dark gold, adorned with endless stars and sigils, each representing a deity's power. His inverted dragon eyes shimmered with the light of order, his entire form shrouded in fog, except for the 'Tablet of Destiny' in his left hand, pressing palpable pressure upon the gods. Sensing the anxiety and fear of the gods, Louie chuckled lightly, speaking in a measured tone: "…I understand all that you think and feel. Now that I am the Serpent of Order, wielding the authority of order in this multiverse, one day I shall consume chaos and fully transform into the Twin Serpents of Creation, coiling upon this universe's planes." Without reservation, Louie disclosed his future ambitions to the gods, expressing that the power of the Serpent of Order alone could not satisfy him. He vowed to seize chaos and wield control over the world's polarities. Louie had always been cautious in his pursuit of becoming the God of Gods because the gods possessed the ability to halt his ascension. Yet now, neither they nor the will of the Abyss could impede his path; a mere gesture from him could obliterate everything. The only obstacle remaining was when Louie could comprehend the method to balance order and chaos. When he achieved this understanding, he would proceed to devour chaos. The gods humbly lowered their heads, expressing their awe and submission to Louie's boundless power. "Congratulations, Your Majesty Louie, for you have mastered the supreme authority, compelling even gods to bow and call you lord…" A serene, yet ethereal voice slipped from the lips of the Goddess of Darkness, Shar. Her black, cold lips moved slightly beneath a dark veil, her eyes shimmering with seductive allure, bestowing her humble blessings upon Louie. To other gods, it sounded like fawning on the emperor, causing their hearts to silently curse. As exalted beings, even newly ascended gods were formidable demigods before they became divine. It had been ages since they had to flatter anyone else, leaving them uncomfortable in such situations. Only Shar, most proud, yet the least embarrassed, had long abandoned dignity before Louie. Even as the true goddess, she had once lain prostrate at his feet, allowing him to savor her wholly. Yet Louie discerned the hidden message in Shar's words, and his lips curled as he whispered, "…I am the Sovereign of Order, and I will honor my promises. Though the River Styx oath no longer binds me, as you were once my subordinate, goddess Shar, I vowed to protect you for three thousand years." "…There are two thousand six hundred years remaining in that promise, during which I shall shield you from disasters." Relieved by Louie's assurance, Shar felt a wave of ease. Currently only possessing moderate divine power, she navigated the divine realm unscathed primarily through Louie's protection, having wronged too many gods eager for her downfall. Louie's commitment might be more comforting now than before when he had yet to reach the pinnacle of power, for as the ultimate sovereign, no god dared defy him. Shar understood she couldn't rely solely on Louie's protection; having already forsaken pride before him, she resolved to regularly serve him over these two thousand six hundred years, ensuring he remembers his promise. The Silvermoon Goddess's lips slightly parted, her words on the verge, but ultimately unspoken. "I have made many promises in the past. Today, I shall begin fulfilling each one." With calmness, Louie spoke as he lifted his right hand. Three figures appeared within the Pantheon.