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The son of legends continued to use his eyes. The recent past events passed across his visions like the pages of a book. He had enough control to limit the extent of his search to a time range of 5 minutes. A titan of law wouldn\'t have that control. You can imagine what will happen if someone doesn\'t have control over their past and present.

The son of legends found the particular thread of faith he is interested in and saw what that stupid god said about bloodlines.

He said, "It is a grand god that said it."

"You\'re right, your greatness." The sovereign replied.

The son of legends has problems with his parents and his bloodline but that is not his parent\'s fault. He doesn\'t consider all bloodlines a curse. He might not like his parents but their hard work and sacrifices are real, and for that, they must be respected.

"I\'ll just have to teach them a lesson then." The shining Origin god said and he was gone.

He never did anything without a purpose. For every cause, there must be an effect. For every action, there must be a reaction. So he had been waiting for that perfect moment in the time stream to interfere. That moment has come, delivered on a silver platter.

He appeared an instant at the edge of the landmass that the Battle headquarters was on. The landmass is actually a gigantic floating vessel. It is much bigger than the war fortresses and more deadly. It looks like a small moon in the sky if viewed from the surface. It is a round mechanical feat of engineering capable of obliterating the resistance to ashes in moments, but the racial council doesn\'t want to use such a destructive weapon within the plane. They have reservations just like the gods have reservations about allowing Origin gods to fight within the divine plane.

The Leviathan Battle Star is one of the tools that will be used to patrol the plane in the absence of the gods. It will take over the god\'s job of safeguarding the main plane against invasions. The racial council is already planning for the effects of their victory. For the world gods in charge of the racial council, this war is like a cut scene in a game.

The Origin god stood and overlooked the battle going on down below. The Leviathan Battle Star was floating over 10 kilometers in the sky. Despite that, his eyes could see everything clearly, regardless of the large distance between them.

Guntu joined him soon after. Apart from the fact that he was slower than this Origin god, he also didn\'t take the shortest distance. He had to move in a straight line while the other warped here.

Unlike what others would believe, the shortest distance between two points is not a straight line, it is in fact, no distance at all. It is a simple concept that might seem inconceivable but it is one that can be understood when your eyes can see the path of no distance. Guntu\'s swift passage created wind in his wake while the other origin god didn\'t create any disturbance whatsoever because the son of legends didn\'t move through matter but pure space.

The son of legends continued to peruse the possible future with his eyes. His eyes changed color multiple times as if he was swapping lenses. Then his eyes became white signifying that he had locked on to a future.

He took a strand of his hair, pulled it free, and shoot it forward like an arrow. His actions were slow as if he had all day. But he had timed it to the smallest unit of time.

The arrow of hair moved at a peculiar angle and with a fast speed. Its trajectory wasn\'t fixed because it was easily influenced by the wind. Somehow the wind made the path of the arrow of hair coincide with the position of the divine avatars of gods. The arrow penetrated them one after the other, like a slow, and silent killer. The avatars felt no threat to their lives or a warning of danger. How could they? They don\'t have extra-dimensional senses after all. They only felt something peculiar about the wind before they lost consciousness.

"I hope the ignorant grand god will appreciate my gift. He might have escaped for now but this will find him." The son of legends said.

Guntu marveled at the sight of gods popping out of existence like fragile bubbles with seemingly no effort. He knew the eyes of truth could do more, but what little he saw just made him gush.

\'I have heard tales about it, but now I can say I have seen it being used.\' He was excited and jealous.

He was able to see the legendary perfect control of the sage\'s eye, the ability to utilize all their power to the maximum efficiency possible without waste of energy. The ability to string together random future events in your favor. It is why they are also called the eyes of causality and fatality. Those eyes saw the deaths of their enemies and brought about the cause with minimal effort.

Guntu was jealous because he couldn\'t use his own eyes here. His eyes are the eyes of destruction, anything and everything he gazed upon will start to be destroyed. His eyes are more powerful when it comes to pure damage but it doesn\'t spare foes or friends. If he uses it in such a weak plane, he will clear the battlefield immediately and he will also have another talk with mother high heaven. He was sure that a meeting with her because of such an act will probably cost him an arm and a leg.

By the time the sovereign that was talking to them earlier found them, all the god\'s avatars were dead. One of the god\'s avatars escaped at the last moment. This lucky one noticed that the other avatars were dying without a visible cause, he decided not to risk it and so he returned to the divine plane. Guntu saw this and he couldn\'t help but shake his head.

\'That god is in big trouble.\' He thought.

"Reward the sovereign that took down barrier shields. He as saved us some time. Clean up the battlefield and any other scattered resistance in the divine alliance. We will wait while the gods are starved of faith. They will weaken, then we will sweep them away from the divine plane." The son of legends said to him.

The war might be a cutscene to some people but the son of legends has greater plans for it.

"Yes, your greatness." The sovereign bowed.

Guntu didn\'t object to the decision. He couldn\'t object to a decision that was made by someone with the famed eyes of truth. They will always make the best decision, at least ones that favor them. If they determine that waiting is the best decision to bring about the most favorable outcome for them, then they will wait.

The gods have lost the battle in the main plane and their source of power has been cut off. They will become like the transcendents in the main plain, unable to replenish the energy they use. The divine energy of the gods is fuelled with faith, and without it, they will not be able to recover whatever they use.

Guntu thought back to Soverick. \'If he can acquire these eyes then the era of conquest is set for us. Sadly it is too difficult to achieve.\'

Guntu shook his head in pity. He supported the idea of nurturing Soverick to be a secret weapon for them but he didn\'t want to place all their hopes on him. It is common knowledge that the divine ability of a race is heavily influenced by their bloodline, and bloodline determines talents. Soverick has a bloodline somehow, a royal bloodline. He was a mutant. Things should have been easy for him with the advantages of the bloodline, but then they find out that he has 9 talents.

It is certain that he will have to fuse all 9 if he wants to keep his divine ability. It is a nearly impossible dream to achieve. The realm lord fused 6 laws and that\'s already steep for any reasonable person to ask.

\'We are not so desperate as to rely on a boy to save our skin.\' He shook his head and stopped thinking about their future.

They just wanted Soverick\'s ability, they didn\'t need it. As long as Ghastorix became a world god their family will be set. They will be able to survive the end of the universe. It\'s just that the ancestor will have to sacrifice his strength and potential to make it happen.

\'Poor old ancestor.\'  He lamented.

The ancestor did not have the freedom to choose how he wants to become a world god. He has the hopes and dreams of countless others resting on his shoulders so the ancestor will have to make do with whatever is available and not the best. Guntu admired the ancestor for his willingness to lay down his future for the family.