As the huge magic circle that had appeared out of nowhere encompassing the Dumas Capital city throbbed, the king and his ministers were fidgeting wondering if this was the end of the world.

The entire scene looked eerie as Old Levi body was engulfed in a black flame that burned him as if to purify him.

Old Levi could feel the magic circle operating and targeting his bloodline as well as scanning the multiverse in search of others like him in order to rank him in the Leviathan clan.

Only if there was someone with a bloodline purer than him would he be ranked under that person.

But now, except for him, there was no one in the Multiverse who had the Leviathan bloodline.

***

In the Underworld.

The Leviathan Palace of Death.

Underworld King’s quarters.

Joseph Stormborn, a dragon God of the lightning element was comfortably sitting cross-legged on a simple mat, his eyes closed.

He wasn’t training, just meditating. A thing he did regularly to calm his turbulent mind. As a God, his training had long since ended and reached the pinnacle. With his talent, like many others, if not all, he couldn’t go any further, which was why he was appointed the Underworld King by the Dragon Emperor.

Like many other Primordial Races, like Phoenixes, Unicorns, Sphinxes, and many others, there was still another level above the God rank. It was the Overgod rank that was mainly reserved for the strongest of the entire race, the Emperor.

If another succeded in advancing to that level, as incredibly rare as it was, at times it would be an all-out mutiny as the entire race would be divided into two factions. The factions would either survive together or fight until there was one Overgod remaining.

Of course, before the war with the Leviathans, the Dragons had many emperors, which was why the dragon race was the strongest race in the Multiverse.

Now, left with only one Emperor, the Dragons were doing everything in their power to have many emperors rising, but it now seemed to be wishful thinking.

The once pitiful human race already had three Emperors.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the Dragon Emperor Solus Sunborn had the power to keep the other races in check for now, if more foreign Emperors sprouted, the dragon race would lose its hegemony of the Multiverse.

Yes, even among Emperors, there were power levels. While those power levels were not obvious or even quantified, it all amounted to how long one had been an Emperor. The oldest an Emperor was, the strongest they were compared to other emperors.

At that moment, Joseph Stormbron coughed up blood and felt a tremor in his entire body…then in the entire Underworld.

It seemed like it was the end of the world.

He immediately teleported outside the Leviathan palace and saw the most jaw-dropping sight in his entire life.

The Statue of the Leviathan Patriarch which had long been forgotten by everyone and now served as a decoration was coming alive.

“Impossible….IMPOSSIBLE!!!” Joseph Stormborn said.

Its inky smoke eyes opened and then its face seemed to go through obvious changes. The new face looked like how Old Levi would look in leviathan form.

The hundreds of meters long statue then roared, sending ripples towards the entire Netherworld.

Old Levi, who had now been recognized as the patriarch of the Leviathan Clan was now using this new connection to assume control of the Underworld in its entirety.

“Humph…Not on my watch! Do you think us proud dragons are pushovers? I don’t know how you managed to achieve this feat. Maybe there were some remnants of that detestable bloodline and we’ve been careless back then and didn’t find you…but you think you can take back this place from us?”

“Humph! Keep dreaming.” Joseph ended.

At this time, lightning even many thousand times more intense than the tribulation lightning that mortals had to undergo in the breakthroughs, appeared.

The new blue lightning covered the entire sky and faced off with the stone Leviathan.

“Little dragon, you should go cry to your emperor before it’s too late.” Old Levi’s voice was heard from the stone leviathan’s mouth.

“Little Dragon?” Joseph’s veins almost popped on his forehead.

Joseph was trying to stall for time until the main body of this stone leviathan had been found. All this time, even the Dragon Emperor had been notified. The entire Dragon race was moving to scry the stars looking for the new Leviathan Patriarch.

The Dragons were afraid.

‘Another war with those damnable creatures? Again?’

‘Will we even win this time? Who knows how long they have been scheming behind our backs? They must’ve amassed enough strength that they are now confident which is why they made their move on our livelihood?

That was what the dragons were thinking.

The crystallized soul energy produced by the Dragons by periodically taking a negligible amount of the soul energy of the many dead souls was in some ways the only way the dragons could keep calling themselves the Kings of the Multiverse.

With that soul energy, they could create more Gods than any other race if not all combined.

The soul energy taken from a dead soul would just be replenished in time for the next harvest.

While the dragons prided themselves in thinking that they never hurt any of the souls in the Underworld, it was a huge crime as the dead souls were forced to abandon their soul cultivation if they wanted to live a carefree life in the Underworld.

Those that refused to relinquish their soul energy were tortured and drained even more of their soul energy leaving them in a perpetual lethargic state to scare the rest.

The lightning in the sky converged on itself and then a beam of blue light immediately hit the stone Leviathan.

There weren’t even traces of a scratch on its black glossy stone body.

“Did you know that the previous patriarch merged his blood with a chunk of adamantine obsidian, the hardest metal known in the Multiverse? You know he was adept in making artifacts, so even if you used a weapon with the same metal, I would only be slightly hurt and then heal. Why do you think your emperors never made a move against this stone statue? It’s because they were powerless as well and only concentrated on erasing the Leviathan bloodline.” Old Levi said.

“F*ck…F****CK! ” Joseph’s Stormborn’s all-out attack had been brushed off like that. His mind was on the brink of going mad. ‘ What is the Emperor doing? He should already be here.’

“Who are you, really?” Joseph tried to gain some time.

“Too late to strike a conversation now. Do you think I do not know that your Emperor is trying to punch his way through to this place? I’ve been blocking him for a while now. Quite smart of you to call him even before you started attacking.”

“You can leave now. Remember to tell your emperor that if he doesn’t want to see his beloved race disappear from the Multiverse, he better stay out of my way.”

Just as Old Levi's voice sounded, Joseph Stormborn and every dragon gods and helpers stationed in the Underworld were teleported out.

Only a stone statue of a Leviathan and an uncountable number of souls remained in the Underworld.

“Now Time to find my…our Mom.”