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It sent a shiver down his spine, a cold chill he hadn\'t experienced before.

The gap was overwhelming.

They weren\'t merely on different levels; they were playing in entirely separate leagues.

Previously, he had never placed them on the same pedestal as gods.

But now—

It seemed they were not just akin to gods; they were the sovereign deities of their own vast domains.

Luna, Eveline, Eleanor—even the most mightiest people he knew paled in comparison; they remained mere mortals, and he could sense their mortality, their absence of that true celestial aura.

Everything began to align, revealing why whenever he saw Aurora, a distinct and powerful aura enveloped her.

A similar essence hovered around Eveline, though it was much more subtle; with Aurora, however, it was blatantly powerful.

So, was this aura functioning like their divinity?

Does it mean beings like them existed in a constant suppressed state, like slumbering nuclear bombs, ready to unleash their dormant energy once awakened?

But then—

"Why didn\'t my PK work against Maliketh?" he muttered, his voice laced with bewilderment.

That was the oddest occurrence he encountered, yet deep down, he felt he already knew the answer.

Could it have been due to the stark black and white aura that enveloped everything when Maliketh appeared, turning the world into a dichotomy of shadows and light?

Was it another domain?

Each time Wang Xiao revisited the thought, a bitter taste lingered in his mouth—not so much from the defeat itself, but from the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

How had he, in an instant, reverted to the despised mortal he once was?

Aurora\'s smile was tinged with bitterness as he brought up Maliketh; these two should have never clashed, at least not at this moment.

Yet even she couldn\'t have foreseen that this entity would return now, baring its fangs so unexpectedly.

She hesitated, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "That\'s... because of his Domain. We haven\'t completely discovered it yet, but it fundamentally opposes all living matter. He can transform living entities into antimatter using his psychokinesis, thanks to his mastery over electromagnetic fields."

"So, your normal PK wouldn\'t stand a chance."

"But that\'s alright. As long as you remain on this continent, he won\'t dare approach. Athene and he are hardly on amicable terms. She has killed him so many times that he fears to walk in her domain."

"He isn\'t from our time?" Wang Xiao queried, his memory sparked by something Luna had mentioned earlier.

She had cryptically stated that Maliketh isn\'t truly Maliketh, a detail he hadn\'t fully grasped at that moment.

If it\'s not really him, then how is it the same body?

And if he has been killed numerous times, how does he keep returning?

Aurora responded, "He is one of the surviving Pangeans, merely inhabiting the body of Guardian Maliketh from your era. As for why he hasn\'t perished permanently, it\'s because we—cannot be killed."

Wang Xiao, "..."

His face contorted with confusion. "What do you mean?"

A sense of foreboding filled at the back of his mind.

The earlier rebirth of Eveline, and now this possession by Hell Spirits?

What was all this chaos?

The implications of her words were significant, casting a shadow over everything.

If neither of the combatants could be killed, would their battle ever truly conclude?

Aurora cleared her throat, her expression tinged with reluctance.

It was far too early to burden him with such fears, but silence would lead to greater dangers.

Speaking with deliberate vagueness, she said, "That means we can\'t die. I realize this might be difficult to grasp, but hold onto this truth—nothing in the world is ever completely destroyed."

"If, after death, you merge with the cosmos, where were you before you were born?"

"A part of it... So, in essence, you\'ve always existed. It\'s merely a specific pattern of... elements... that sparks your consciousness."

"Though you\'ve only met Eveline from the Greek era, those individuals have not only deciphered their unique pattern but have strengthened it as well. They\'ve mastered the art of rebirth, even though it takes time. But for them, it\'s certainly achievable."

"Yet, there are methods to utterly erase their essence, preventing any chance of rebirth."

"For us, it\'s a bit more complex. The level of reinforcement we undergo is such that... Never mind, just remember this: death doesn\'t hold its usual finality for us."

"We might return the very next day, bypassing traditional rebirth. While certain measures can delay this process, we have yet to discover a way to permanently eliminate someone at our level."

"..."

Wang Xiao\'s expression became vacant, his eyes wide as he gazed at her deceptively innocent face while she divulged such horrifying truths.

So the being lying beneath him couldn\'t be killed?

Truly and utterly indestructible?

No conceivable way to end their existence?

Absolute immortality?

"What about sending them to the graveyard of—" Wang Xiao\'s words suddenly caught in his throat as a chilling realization dawned on him.

Aurora gave a wry smile, her eyes shadowed with a mix of regret and resignation. "That\'s why it\'s called the Graveyard. That\'s our only means to truly eliminate someone at our level... And we have done it, over and over. Yet, it was our mistake to believe that no one could return from the Graveyard of Gods."

"..."

"..."

Although she didn\'t show it, Wang Xiao could see a reflection of his own thoughts flickering in her eyes.

They had been remarkably fortunate... until now.

If someone at their level ventured into the Graveyard of Gods and managed to return...

He shuddered to think of the immense scale of power such a person would wield.

What Wang Xiao didn\'t realize was that Aurora had not mentioned it, but she harbored a heavy heart when discussing this topic for a very specific reason.

\'What if someone already did?\' she pondered somberly, dreading the very notion she was forced to consider.

But something about it felt profoundly unsettling. Before Pangea, the Graveyard of Gods served as a prison for the most formidable beings of the era.

Surely thousands had been banished there?

Why then had no one been fortunate enough to return?

Was the sheer number of exiles insufficient to test the bounds of possibility?

Had those who were sent been merely unlucky?

Or were those who remained outside just fortunate enough to avoid an impending disaster?

Or perhaps, was there something within that abyss that quenched their desire to return?

And who was the mysterious being that clashed with Emperor Aegis?