The Rebirth of the God of Law: The Lord of the God Realm

The source of divine power in the valley

The moment Carl and his allies stepped into the mysterious valley, they were overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of shock. What unfolded before them was the source of the valley's divine power—a place woven like a dreamland and a terrifying abyss.

It was an immense pool of energy, so vast it resembled a boundless inland ocean, stretching across the center of the valley. The edge of the pool was formed by a ring of bizarre crystals. Some pointed skyward like spikes, while others were round and smooth, like gems polished by time. They shimmered with a mysterious luster, each one seemingly containing a miniature starry sky, dotted with stars and swirling nebulae, seemingly revealing the mysteries of the universe's birth. The crystals were a riot of color, ranging from deep purple to brilliant gold, from refreshing blue to ardent red. The various hues intertwined and blended, forming a dreamlike painting.

The energy pool itself resembled a lake of light, with multicolored beams gushing forth from it, soaring into the sky. These beams, like spirits imbued with life, leaped and danced joyfully. Each ray imbued with a divine power so powerful it awe-inspiring, its colors so rich they seemed to ooze out. This divine power, like the heartbeat of the ancient universe, was deep and powerful. Carl could even feel it gently pounding against his soul. It was unlike any power he had ever encountered before. It was purer, as pure as fresh snow; more primal, as pristine as the first breath of the universe. Occasionally, strange shapes emerged from the light, like the apparitions of ancient gods. Their postures were solemn and mysterious, as if they guarded the source of this divine power, or displayed their authority to any intruder.

"Wow, this is simply a magical paradise! Look at those lights, it's like countless treasures waving to us!" The elf flew excitedly above the energy pool, and its small figure seemed to be coated with a layer of colorful light under the strong light.

"Little elf, don't move. This place is not that simple." Carl frowned and looked around vigilantly. His eyes were quickly attracted by the strange black smoke surrounding the source of divine power.

It was the power of a curse, manifesting as a creepy black mist that twisted and spread like demonic tentacles. It wantonly eroded the surrounding space, turning the once vibrant land withered, dry, and cracked wherever it passed. The air around it became icy cold, as if all warmth and hope were being mercilessly devoured by the curse.

Carl took a slow step forward, the ice and fire sword in his hand trembling slightly. As the mysterious power approached the cursed force, it emitted a low, humming sound, as if groaning in pain. This sound echoed in the quiet valley like a warning, casting a shadow over everyone's heart.

"That sound doesn't sound good, like the sword is saying 'stay away, there's big trouble here.'" An ally swallowed nervously.

"Hmph, I knew that such a powerful divine power would not be easily obtained by us. There must be something guarding it." Lina clenched the magic wand in her hand, and a hint of determination revealed in her eyes.

"Don't panic, everyone. There's a reason why this sword sends out signals every time. Maybe it's hinting at a way for us to fight against the curse." Carl tried to calm everyone down, but his eyes never left the black smoke.

The allies gathered together, looking at each other, with fear of the power of the curse and desire for the source of divine power in their eyes.

"Perhaps we could try to dispel the smoke with magic?" an ally suggested tentatively.

"It won't be that easy. This curse seems powerful. We can't act rashly." Carl shook his head. He squatted down and carefully observed the place where the curse power made contact with the ground. He found that in the eroded land, some faint lights flickered tenaciously, as if making a final struggle against the curse power.

"Look, there's something strange here. These lights seem to be suppressed divine power. Maybe we can find a breakthrough from here." Carl said, pointing to the faint lights.

"Carl, are you saying that these divine powers trapped by the cursed power are the key? Then how do we release them?" Lina asked. She moved closer to Carl and observed the light carefully.

"I'm not quite sure yet, but we can try to use our magic, combined with the power of the ice and fire swords, to see if we can break the shackles of the curse." Carl stood up, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Then let's give it a try. It's better than just standing here and watching." An ally said courageously.

Then, everyone began to cast their own magic around the cursed power. For a moment, the valley was filled with shimmering magical light, intertwined with the colorful light of the divine power source and the black smoke of the cursed power, forming a spectacular yet eerie scene.

Some allies cast purification spells, and soft white light emanated from their hands, like the light of a holy angel, slowly approaching the cursed power. However, when the white light came into contact with the black smoke, it was quickly swallowed up, like snowflakes falling into boiling magma.

"Oh, this cursed power is like a greedy monster. My purification magic is not enough to fill its teeth." The ally who cast the purification magic said in frustration.

"Don't lose heart. Let's try something else," Carl encouraged. He swung his ice and fire sword, slashing at the cursed force. The power of ice and fire roared from the sword. Red flames and blue frost, like two ferocious dragons, pounced on the black smoke. When the power of ice and fire collided with the cursed force, a violent roar erupted, temporarily pushing the black smoke back, but it quickly surged back, even more ferocious.

"The power of this curse is really tenacious, like an indestructible cockroach." Carl said through gritted teeth. Fine beads of sweat had already seeped out of his forehead, but his eyes remained firm.

As they continued to experiment with various magical attacks against the curse, they discovered that whenever the power of the Ice and Fire Sword was combined with certain magic properties, the curse's reaction became even more intense. It seemed they were gradually finding a way to combat the curse, like a glimmer of light groping in the darkness.

"Everyone, pay attention. Let's concentrate our strength and use wind magic to disrupt the flow of the curse power. Then I will use the ice and fire sword and Lina's water magic to attack together." Carl commanded loudly.

The allies immediately followed Carl's instructions. Wind magic, like an invisible blade, raged through the black smoke, scattering the curse's power into chaos. Carl, seizing the perfect moment, wielded his ice and fire sword, while Lina simultaneously unleashed powerful water magic. The forces of ice and fire fused with the water, creating a powerful surge of energy that slammed into the chaotic curse.

This time, the curse's power was pushed back a significant distance, and the surrounding black smoke thinned considerably. The space surrounding the divine power source seemed to have gained a moment's respite, and the suppressed divine power's light grew even brighter.

"We've got results! Keep going!" Carl shouted excitedly, his eyes gleaming with hope. The morale of his allies surged, and they worked together even more tacitly, continuing their journey toward breaking the curse and reaching the source of divine power. Everyone's heart was filled with a desire for victory.