Countless souls flew around like ethereal beings with zero sentience.

Now that Krune's cultivation had reached a high level, he was able to observe that as the souls continued to fly, their memories were slowly shaved off from their soul forms, eventually causing only the core of their souls to fly away.

As for the memories that were shed like sand caught in a shoe, they continued to fall deeper and deeper into what seemed to be the bottomless void. "That's where our destination is."

Upon seeing where the Soul Needle pointed, Wally moved slowly, accelerating from time to time as he jumped into any spatial cracks that formed naturally to travel further, saving travel time.

The memories formed what resembled dust as it fell like rain, slowly congregating as they began to fall towards what seemed to be a sphere.

"Is this?" Krune asked in surprise.

"Realm Core!" Wally said in all seriousness. "The foundation of the Mong Realm. This is the birthplace of all Laws. Also, whenever a God is born, their Law would be birthed here."

"What'sthat?" Krune asked, pointing at a mysterious and chaotic steam that seeped into the sphere from the other side.

"That's the chaotic streams that exist beyond the realms," Wally explained. "They're the power sources that our realms absorb to generate Godly Energy, as well as produce the various resources."

"The chaotic streams could be said to be infinite. And that's what the realm constantly absorbs to grow and raise its foundation," he spoke.

"If the source is something external, then why is the Mong Realm dying?" Krune frowned. "Can't it just absorb more energy from the chaotic streams and increase the Godly Energy of the Mong Realm?"

"Everything has a lifespan, whether animate or inanimate, living or non-living," Wally told him. "In that sense, the Mong Realm also has a lifespan. It's just running out of lifespan now."

"You can think of it this way. It's an old man with a foot in his grave already. Consider the chaotic streams as water that would revitalize him," he spoke. "However, no matter how much water he drinks, his body is unable to process it. So, the excess water ends up poisoning him. That's why he has to take small sips to barely maintain his dying body."

"So that's why the Godly Energy in the Mong Realm is so low," Sterlena muttered, feeling enlightened a bit.

"In comparison, our Kun Realm is a chirpy brat that's gobbling up water happily, without a care in the world," Wally said, laughing at his own joke. Of course, Krune also giggled along for some reason, showing the strange taste in their humor.

"If we were to destroy it" Gegrafikan gazed at the Mong Realm Core, muttering as he thought.

"Don't even think about it," Wally told him. "First of all, destroying a Realm Core isn't easy. You'll need at least a couple of champions to bombard it with attacks nonstop for a few centuries before a crack can even form on it. So, our attacks wouldn't even be worthy of polishing its surface."

"Second, even if we end up destroying it, the Mong Realm would collapse on its own and create a resounding explosion that would kill us all. This also counts our Gods that are in the Rune Realm," Wally added.

He then raised a hand as he asked the three, "And third, if the Mong Realm disappears, what do you think would happen?"

"If the big bad bully vanishes, the smaller bullies will begin fighting with everyone," he spoke in annoyance. "That would just sharply raise the number of our enemies."

"Then, what do you propose is the best solution to this problem?" Gegrafikan asked.

"Maintain the status quo," Wally answered. "Ensure the Tilk Realm doesn't fall into the hands of anyone while everyone works together to keep the Mong Realm in check. This would buy us plenty of time to develop and reach a level where we can properly take part in such intergalactic affairs."

"Well, not that I care about it since my duties are only to protect the Kun Realm." Wally shrugged. "As the sole genius of the wisp race, a lot is riding on my wispy shoulders."

"The wisps born in the Turia Continent are the smartest of the bunch," Krune said all of a sudden. "Well, they aren't that smart, probably around five to six times smarter than you."

Krune gave a thoughtful look, gazing at Wally's golden Wisp Core as he concluded. "Yeah, not that smart."

"Brat, you have a death wisp?" Wally snorted.

"Old man, you made a slip-up. It's a wish, not a wisp." Krune laughed in response.

"Whatever." Wally rolled his eyes before slowly approaching the Mong Realm Core.

"Wait, why are you approaching it?" Krune asked in shock.

"Isn't your Soul Needle pointing at it?" Wally asked as if it was a matter of fact.

"Yeah, but" Krune stared at the Mong Realm Core, seeing minor flares from it from time to time. The flares were comprised of various laws, actuated randomly depending upon the Law that drunk up the most Godly Energy.

Such flares were tremendously powerful, each strongest than the attacks of Gods, deadly in might.

If they were to just go like this, they would be destroyed.

And Wally was about to enter the range of such sparks, each of which seemed powerful enough to destroy them in one hit.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Wally said as he approached closer and closer to the Mong Realm Core when suddenly, a spark blasted off right in front of his face.

"Aaak! We're dead!" Krune shouted, flinching at the sound, for it sounded like massive continents slamming into one another.

"Oh my god! This stupid Wally is an utter fool!" Krune flailed his hands, tearing up in response as he wailed, "Ohh! Why did I have to believe this delusional second-rate Wisp in terms of handsomeness? Why? Oh my, just why?"

Of course, nothing happened. They were perfectly fine as three people cast their stares at Krune.

'Seriously? You chose this moment for your theatrical performance?'