After absorbing the Power of Extreme Joy from all living beings, every creature sees a different appearance upon encountering it.
Its chest is covered with intricate energy patterns, each representing a piece of forbidden knowledge, while a pair of wide, powerful wings unfold from its back, their feathers of varying shades of purple, with edges lit up by dazzling Liu Guang, expanding and contracting with each breath.
Wisps of purple-red mist waft in from outside the hall, merging into this majestic body’s interior, its Strength continually growing in the process.
And this being is the master of the Jile Palace: Jile.
At that moment, Jile on the altar suddenly opened his eyes from a meditative state, grinning, revealing sharp fangs, and a forked tongue flickered out, swaying in the air.
After a brief silence, he looked forward and spoke gravely:
"Evil Language, there’s an issue with the third scenario branch of the Pale Continent, there has been a significant decrease in the production of the Power of Extreme Joy, go investigate the situation."
With these words, a figure with purple skin appeared not far in front of Jile.
It bowed respectfully to Jile, then transformed into Liu Guang, heading towards a tie that connected to a branch node.
After the subordinate departed, a hint of madness flickered in Jile’s eyes.
It had been an unimaginably long time since he entered this world, yet he never dared leave this independent space.
Never did he envision he would find himself in such a predicament.
Recalling past oaths, they seemed like a joke to him now.
He used to be the supreme ruler of five Big Worlds, establishing the Jile Temples across them, where countless Believers revelled throughout the night in his worlds.
His burgeoning confidence left him unsatisfied, urging him to find a Super World to establish the Jile Main Hall and spread from there, aiming ultimately to build a Jile Empire spanning multiple worlds.
During relentless searches, he joyously discovered the Monster World.
At that moment, he thought he had found his Ultimate goal.
But after leading his clan to descend, he realized how foolish his thoughts were.
The intensity of this world far exceeded his expectations, what he perceived was merely a corner, far from the whole world.
His original plan was to establish a clan land in a world corner and gradually expand and strengthen.
But the ensuing transformations of this world filled him with dread.
A burning dark red sun rose from the horizon, birthing endless Evil Spirits, a suffocating oppression almost overwhelmed him, and his proud Jile Army became a mockery before the Horror Black Tide, utterly shattered.
The pressure emitted by those terrifying entities that controlled the Horror Black Tide made him feel as insignificant as an ant.
This filled him with immense humiliation, yet devoid of any thought of Resistance.
And even more terrifying scenes followed.
Four figures along with numerous powerful warriors appeared on the other side of the horizon, clashing with the terrifying figures he deemed unbeatable.
In this period, merely the energy shockwaves left from the battle gave him the constant illusion of impending death, making him realize the terrifying nature of the place his clan had migrated to.
The Peak battle power here could effortlessly crush him and his clan.
The battle’s lingering impact also destroyed his "Supreme Temple", forcing him to construct an independent space using Power of Extreme Joy to evade the world’s sweeping after-effects.
As time went by outside, he had extended his Perception to observe the world’s changes multiple times.
After the end of the Catastrophe Battle, the world was revitalized, yet he dared not leave the independent space.
He knew how weak his Strength was in the eyes of those terrifying figures; the idea of invading the world had turned into lying dormant and growing, awaiting an opportune time to emerge.
During this period, he took the independent space as the core, creating countless independent scenario nodes.
Extending tentacles into various regions of the Monster World to gain the Power of Extreme Joy needed for growth.
Fortunately, his actions never attracted the attention of world-level powerhouses, and the powerful entities of the Monster World brought him far more Extreme Joy Energy than during the dominion over five Big Worlds.
Yet he could never forget the scene of the Catastrophe Battle, with each recollection came a deep sense of powerlessness.
Once like an ant shackled at the bottom of a well, considering the limited sky above as the world, he only realized the vastness of the world after leaping out from that horizon-restricted well.
The terror of the Monster World left him feeling powerless, yet unwilling to settle for mediocrity.
With the Jile Rules, he believed he would one day stand atop the World Summit, competing with the radiant moon.
Just moments ago, he sensed an anomaly in the third branch Domain on the Pale Continent.
The significant decrease in the Power of Extreme Joy could very likely be caused by external invasion.
This stirred a sliver of fear within him.
Throughout the years, uncountable creatures from the Monster World have entered the Jile Palace, yet none could escape the Erosion of Extreme Joy.
Forces capable of resisting the corrosion of Rule Power are highly likely to be subordinates of those terrifying figures standing atop the Monster World.
If that were true, he felt his situation was perilous.
Should those terrifying figures fix their gaze upon him, with his current Strength, escaping would be utterly impossible.
What he would face would be a dimension-reducing strike.
Thinking of this, Jile couldn’t help but take a deep breath, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
When the image in his mind reverted to the Catastrophe Battle scenario, fear even made him contemplate escaping the place.
With a wave of immense power capable of easily destroying a Big World, watching even from a distant place shattered his pride and confidence, plunging him into deep inferiority.
This inferiority, even the Power of Extreme Joy couldn’t mend.
And indeed, he attempted to do so.
To escape images that wormed through his mind like a curse, he wielded the Power of Extreme Joy, trying to wash away the feeling of inferiority through a perfect image constructed with the Power of Extreme Joy.
But no matter how he altered the memory, the scenes of the Catastrophe Battle never faded.
Taking a deep breath, Jile made a decision in his heart.
If his subordinate does not return or brings back news about those terrifying figures, he would immediately flee and reestablish Jile Temple once the incident calms down.
As long as he retains control over the Jile Rules, the splendor before him, even if entirely destroyed, could be rebuilt.
As for fleeing back to smaller worlds, he was unwilling.
Having witnessed the world’s vastness, how could he consent to return to the darkness of the well’s bottom?
He believes that one day he could become a dominant figure in the Monster World, contending with those terrifying figures he once viewed as Nightmares.
"In this world, there will be a place for me!"