The mysteries of time and space, the origins of life, the structure and evolution of elements—everything pertaining to the cosmos vividly unfolded before Enzo’s eyes, as if this knowledge had always dwelled within his mind, captivating and unforgettable.

This profound understanding ignited a thought within him.

It felt as though with a mere gesture, he could conjure an entire world, giving birth to a brand-new race.

Such power was akin to that of a Creator.

Yet, Enzo was acutely aware that all of this was but an illusion.

This was not knowledge he wielded, but rather a fragment of the wisdom bestowed upon him by Boyega, the immortal deity, and merely a trivial piece of it at that.

The might of an immortal deity surpassed anything he had previously imagined.

Now, Enzo experienced a clearer sensation.

Consequently, he compelled himself to forget the profound insights he had just grasped, seeking to shield himself from the overwhelming influence of such esoteric knowledge. It was at this moment that he sensed a peculiar fluctuation.

The knowledge in his mind dissipated.

The knowledge transformed into streams of golden light that coalesced before him, ultimately manifesting as a man clad in a golden robe. This figure sat upon a throne, exuding an air of authority, his golden eyes fixed on Enzo as he spoke: “You have done well to resist the allure of the deity’s knowledge. It seems Melokuhle has followed my instructions and found a suitable heir.”

“Are you Boyega?” Enzo asked, astonishment evident in his voice.

The man in the golden robe nodded slightly and replied, “You may address me as The Lord of the Demon Star, Boyega. This is the honorific title of an immortal deity. Each immortal deity possesses a unique appellation of their own, and you too shall receive one upon reaching such a level in the future.”

The Lord of the Demon Star?

Enzo silently committed this to memory.

Then, the spectral manifestation of Boyega spoke once more, “Heir, are you prepared? You have passed the ultimate trial and are now deemed worthy to receive my inheritance.”

Upon hearing this, Enzo furrowed his brow.

He succinctly recounted the events that transpired in Dragons Land, particularly detailing the developments following Ravella’s emergence.

This revelation left Boyega’s apparition visibly astonished, prompting him to inquire, “Are you implying that you have only completed the Black Dragon trial in Dragons Land, but due to Ravella’s interference, Melokuhle prematurely activated the Emerald Tower, allowing you to receive the inheritance ahead of time? In truth, you have not undergone any other trials.”

Enzo nodded in affirmation, stating, “That is indeed the case.”

This predicament left Boyega’s apparition troubled.

As merely a phantasmal remnant of Boyega, he lacked the wisdom of the true immortal deity and could only execute the directives left behind by Boyega.

Clearly, Enzo’s presence in the Emerald Tower contradicted the process originally envisioned by Boyega.

After a moment of contemplation, Boyega’s apparition reached a conclusion.

He proclaimed, “Given that both Melokuhle and Ravella have chosen you, it indicates that you possess the requisite qualities. Proceeding with further trials would merely be a waste of time.”

“Thus, heir, do you wish to accept the grand inheritance of the immortal deity, The Lord of the Demon Star, Boyega?”

“Upon accepting this inheritance, you shall become Boyega’s final disciple, inheriting all his wealth and knowledge, ultimately transforming into a new immortal deity, and avenging him!”

Once more, Boyega’s apparition inquired.

Enzo hesitated.

After much deliberation, he cautiously asked, “May I inquire about the specifics of this inheritance? Furthermore, what do you mean by vengeance? Was Lord Boyega slain by another?”

Boyega’s ethereal form offered no reply.

Seated upon his throne, he extended an arm gleaming with golden light, then gestured towards Enzo with a gentle flick, proclaiming, “These demands I can fulfill for you.”

“Yet, to grant you a more vivid experience, you may behold the vast might of the immortal deity with your own eyes.”

In the next instant, Enzo found himself immersed in the Starry Sky.

Darkness, solitude, death… this sensation, akin to being submerged in the depths of the ocean, surged forth like a tidal wave, suffocating him.

And this was the true essence of the Starry Sky.

It was not resplendent. Rather, it was steeped in obscurity, until a figure emerged.

Boyega, adorned in a golden robe, stood suspended in the void.

In contrast to the ethereal form, the Boyega before Enzo exuded a far greater majesty. The robe he donned was adorned with intricate patterns, each thread radiating an aura of unimaginable power.

This presence even influenced the surrounding void.

Merely standing there, Boyega instilled an immense pressure, compelling Enzo to entertain thoughts of falling to his knees in submission.

Yet, Enzo’s resolve was unwavering. Such thoughts were instantly crushed beneath his determination.

Then, Boyega lightly touched the empty void before him, and radiant light coalesced at his fingertips—a power compressed to its utmost potential. This force erupted, instantaneously expanding, as various elemental energies from the void flowed into the stardust born of the explosion, giving rise to myriad transformations.

Under the influence of temporal and spatial elemental powers, the flow of time accelerated.

The stardust, stabilized from the energy explosion, formed a spherical shape, within which land, oceans, and forests were birthed… thus creating a world!

In that moment, Enzo was astounded.

Though he had crafted a small world himself, it paled in comparison to the realm conjured by Boyega—a vast and magnificent planet.

With the birth of this celestial body, Boyega commenced the creation of life.

It was, indeed, a true miracle!

An immortal deity capable of such feats.

But what lies beyond that immortal deity’s realm?

In that moment, Enzo felt an intensified yearning for the supernatural and the Starry Sky.

As the creation of life reached completion, Boyega appeared somewhat weary. Gazing at the planet he had forged, he mused aloud, “This world shall be known as the Demon Star, and I, Boyega, shall be its Lord!”

As his words echoed into silence, the scene began to fade.

Before Enzo’s eyes, it transformed once again into the desolate expanse of the Starry Sky, illuminated only by the distant glimmers of stars, which prevented the void from feeling too overwhelming.

After a long while, Enzo once more heard a voice.

His surroundings morphed into an infinitely vast landscape, the ground stained crimson with blood, strewn with grotesque corpses—some towering to unimaginable heights, while others bore only massive heads, from which wriggled a multitude of tentacles. There were also terrifying beasts, their appearances dreadfully fierce.

Amidst this morbid tableau stood Boyega.

Before him hovered several beautiful women, wings unfurling from their backs.

Their expressions were icy, and they brandished sharp swords directed at Boyega, declaring, “Boyega, you have defied the rules set forth by the Lord of the Galaxy. We are commanded to eliminate you. If you wish to avoid suffering, do not resist. Come with us willingly!”

Boyega retorted with scorn, “You think you can best me?”

He then declared, “Go back and tell that fellow Slater that he dares to call himself the Lord of the Galaxy?! Hmph, the next time we meet, I shall utterly annihilate him!”

“As for you all, may you share the same fate!”

Enzo had anticipated that Boyega would engage in a fierce battle with these individuals. However, in the next instant, Boyega vanished in a flash, traversing an unfathomable distance, escaping from the blood-soaked earth into the tranquil void.

Such an extraordinary leap seemed to surpass Boyega’s limits.

Upon reaching a desolate expanse, blood poured from his mouth, and he struggled to maintain his footing as he plummeted toward a distant planet.

That planet was none other than Disaster World.

At this moment, Enzo noticed the scene before him becoming increasingly blurred.

Yet, despite the distortion, Enzo was certain he caught a glimpse of the exclusive Seven Great Origins Creations of Disaster World.

What did this signify?

Enzo could not ascertain, so he pressed on.

But the subsequent images grew ever more indistinct, and at times, the vision faded entirely.

Even so, Enzo gleaned fragments of information: within Disaster World, Boyega appeared to have discovered something of great significance and had embarked on an extensive study. Yet, before his research could reach completion, Boyega’s life approached its end. In his final moments, he constructed a supernatural trial space.

With Boyega’s demise, the imagery faded away.

Enzo snapped back to reality, only to find Boyega’s ethereal form still seated upon the throne, once more inquiring, “Have you made your decision? Will you accept the inheritance?”

This time, Enzo did not deliberate for long. He resolutely declined.

Enzo’s rejection left Boyega’s specter profoundly perplexed, prompting an irate inquiry: “Do you truly comprehend what you have turned down? This is the magnificent inheritance of an immortal deity! Across the Starry Sky, countless souls will vie for such an inheritance, yet you dare to relinquish it at the final juncture!”

With an air of indifference, Enzo replied, “I find this inheritance ill-suited to my aspirations.”

This was not a mere of false superiority.

Deep within, Enzo recognized that accepting Boyega’s legacy entailed embracing all of Boyega’s past, including his formidable adversaries.

The preceding visions had made it abundantly clear: Boyega’s enemies were exceedingly powerful.

That was an ordeal far beyond Enzo’s current capabilities.

More significantly, Enzo sensed a concealed truth. The imagery presented was far from comprehensive, hinting at crucial elements deliberately obscured.

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