Every god here felt an incomparable amount of grief as more Spatial tears began to open up and except for the leader of the gods, almost every god was assembled here.

The Cerulean Galaxy once held 65 Minor gods and 3 Major gods, a number that was sufficient enough for them to defend against most threats, but in a short span of time, even less than a year, two of their numbers had been cut short.

There were forty-eight gods present here, and only one them among them was a Major god, Shario The Scourge, the rest of the gods were Minor gods, the missing gods were too far off, but they were all rushing back home using the quickest methods available, defending their collective home was a priority for the gods of the Cerulean Galaxy, for without their home, they would be lost and doomed to fade to nothingness.

Zekiel, the God of strength, looked at his hands in disbelief, his heart aching, 'why did I let go?' was the thought ringing out in his head, his descendants, disciples, and numerous mortal lives under their care were gone, and the only thing left was a smoldering world.

A Major World was very large, and could not be easily destroyed, many of its infrastructure, even though they were destroyed could be rebuilt, although the destruction seemed exaggerated, still, no one had ever exploded the Divine Kingdom of a god before over a Major World before, so there was no way to accurately judge the destructive scale of such a move.

It could be rebuilt, but at this time no one else was thinking about this, all eyes were focused on the six mighty creatures rising above the wreckage of the world below.

The Ouroboros Serpents were covered by flames that clung to them like oil, this was the flame that had burned the world to ash, and as they were at the epicenter of the explosion, they had taken the full brunt of the attack.

A blast of this level was not enough to injure the Ouroboros Serpents, but it could cause them pain, and their pain would only lead to an increased level of aggression and ferocity within them.

The firstborn of the Ouroboros Serpents rose higher than the rest and then it roared, the sounds it emitted were so loud it pushed away the flames from all their bodies and created a shockwave that swept through thousands of miles, blowing away the ashes that were left on the surface of the destroyed world revealing the earth that had been washed clean by fire and still shining red from the heat.

Each of the Ouroboros Serpents was now more than 13,000 feet long which should be the size of a building measuring 1,350 stories! Their bodies filled the horizon, and the Divine Light emitting from each of their scales caused reality to shudder and retreat from their presence.

Above them, the heavens opened and Rowan emerged holding the Divine Spark of Murrihm that he kept away in a flash of blue light, he was clad in white and gold, his feet were bare and Envy floated behind him, her form was shivering after feeding on the rich emotions from a fallen god.

If this scene was captured by any mortal mind it would be difficult for them to understand, yet their Soul would feel the tension in the air.

Rowan was standing over the heads of his Ouroboros Serpents, compared to their size he was like an ant, but his presence was everything that a mortal could never understand, and what every god feared. It was that persistent itch in the back of their mind that would never leave it was their mortality staring at them.

Rowan opened his hands and the remaining pieces of Reality he had captured faded away, revealing the true reason why every mortal on the surface of Trypho was dead.

Of course, the descent of the Divine Kingdom of a god was a terrible thing, but the scale of destruction was too exaggerated. What truly happened was that Rowan had assisted in the destruction of this world.

He had gained enlightenment on a frightening technique when he was watching a Gas Giant on the verge of destruction, he had seen space moved in unique ways, and with his Telekinesis, he knew if he held on to the shattered pieces of reality long enough, the wounds left behind would heal, but if he reintroduced the previous missing pieces back to the space that has already been healed, a massive amount of energy would be released, equal to numerous Thermonuclear warheads exploding at once, as two pieces of Realities that were virtually the same could not exist side by side.

That was exactly what Rowan did to expand the explosion.

As the Divine Kingdom fell from the heavens, the weight and its power shattered space for endless miles, and Rowan drew all those shattered pieces of Reality to his hands.

The Telekinesis and force field around his body directly scale with his growing Attributes, it was the reason why most attacks from Murrihm were futile against him, especially when he was burning Eruption.

Rowan had drawn all those pieces of Reality to his side, and the nature of a Major World now worked against her, for every Major World had an incredibly stable spatial structure that would easily heal from damage.

The pieces of Realities that were seized by Rowan did not stay long in his hands before the tears in space were healed, and at the moment the Divine Kingdom slammed to the ground, Rowan opened his palms and unleashed devastation on the entire planet.

He remembered the feeling of opening his hands and killing every mortal on Trypho, it was like letting go of a feverish cat.

This was the greatest amount of lives he had ever taken at once before, and his void hearts shivered as a chill spread through his golden bones, not from regret at his actions, but as an early warning to hum.

The Souls of the dead were coming and in such great numbers, the world went still.

Rowan had seeded 212 Minor Worlds, and although the process of the transformation of each planet was violent, the number of lives lost was still incredibly low, perhaps a few million would perish on each planet, but this was nowhere near 94 billion dead in less than thirty seconds.