A short while later, two Watchers, with lingering gazes, crossed the portal and fled the Flickering Realm.
"It's all that bastard Uatu's fault, always muttering and getting Chthon's attention."
"Otherwise, we would have been able to watch a complete, bloody battle between a new God and an Elder God."
The two surviving Watchers gnashed their teeth in anger, thinking that Uatu had prevented them from watching the entire battle between Lucas and Chthon.
In their opinion, the battle between Lucas and Chthon had reached a fever pitch. The fight between the two Gods was even threatening to obliterate the Flickering Realm.
The last scene the Watchers saw was:
The starry sky was split in half.
On one side, scarlet energy and various other colors of energy mixed into a kaleidoscopic black energy.
On the other side, there was pure, luminous white energy.
The arrows of the two energies were Lucas and Chthon.
As Lucas and Chthon charged towards each other, fists and palms met. The vast energy clash, and the shockwave's aftermath ravaged everything around them.
The planets around them were like fragile cakes, easily destroyed and shattered by the shockwave generated by their collision. Yet, the two individuals at the center of the battle seemed completely unfazed.
The aftermath of the first collision had not yet subsided when they began the next energy clash.
...
"I've given you the final payment, remember to cooperate with my act." Chthon said, interrupting his energy output.
"Are you really not considering another option? Give me another payment, and I can pretend to lose." Lucas suggested, still wanting more as he swallowed the energy.
"No need, evenly matched is enough." Chthon said, his tone flat and unmoved.
"Alright."
Rumble!!!
After the two Watchers left, the kaleidoscopic black and pure luminous white energies clashed again.
But unlike before, this time, during the energy clash, the center of the white energy suddenly caved inward, opening on both sides like a giant maw. After allowing a portion of the kaleidoscopic black energy to enter, it snapped shut, tearing it away.
At the same time, Lucas swiftly moved towards the black energy enveloped by the white energy, intending to activate his talent, Energy Absorption, to completely absorb it and convert it into points.
"Shameless scoundrel!"
Chthon realized he had been tricked. He controlled the mass of black energy, causing it to explode and scatter into several streams that darted wildly within the white energy, attempting to find an opportunity to break out of the white energy's encirclement.
A moment later, with careful planning against unpreparedness, all the torn-off black energy was successfully absorbed by Lucas.
After absorbing the last wisp of black energy, Lucas transitioned from extreme speed to stillness, facing Chthon from a distance, his playful gaze undisguised.
"God of Chaos, I only agreed to cooperate with your act, but I didn't agree to stop after the act. Unless…"
"Impossible!"
Before Lucas could state his conditions, Chthon flatly refused, "This is far enough, Lucas. You should be clear that you cannot defeat me. After this, I will not give you such an opportunity again."
As if to corroborate his words, as Chthon's voice sounded, a magic formation, based on the entire Flickering Realm with planets and continents as nodes, lit up again.
But this time, the magic formation was no longer for suppressing Lucas, but for clearing the space around Lucas, forming a huge void centered on him. This cosmic void was empty, its edges flickered with fibrous magic formations, blocking information exchange between inside and outside the void.
Inside the void, one could not see, hear, or smell. In this absolute vacuum, no matter transmitted information. Sight, hearing, and smell seemed to be stripped away.
Lucas casually chose a direction and transformed into a luminous white stream of light, flying at extreme speed.
Although there were no reference points, Lucas's extraordinary perception still ensured that his perception of time and space would not be lost or confused.
In his perception, the space around him had been tampered with by Chthon, curling up in layers. Some areas were also stretched considerably.
This was also why Chthon was able to quickly clear the area around Lucas, forming a gigantic void on an astronomical scale.
The next moment, the luminous white stream's trajectory within the void no longer followed a straight line, but became a leaping curve, appearing and disappearing intermittently.
"Damn it!"
Outside the void, Chthon watched Lucas's trajectory, feeling him entering and exiting his Flickering Realm, constantly performing spatial jumps, and his face twitched involuntarily.
He hadn't expected this young God to also have profound attainments in spatial magic, discovering the flaws in his magic in a short while.
Helpless, he could only continuously control the magic formation, moving the planets and continents in front of Lucas's trajectory. Furthermore, he created a spatial bubble around them to envelop them, isolating information transfer as much as possible to prevent Lucas from discovering them.
Their battle became a chase in another form.
After a long time, Chthon suddenly realized that Lucas had not reappeared after leaving the Flickering Realm.
After chasing Chthon for a while, Lucas found that this approach was inefficient.
With Chthon constantly avoiding battle, he would have to expend a great deal of effort to catch an opportunity to take a bite.
Compared to clashing head-on with Chthon, Lucas preferred to pick on easier targets. If there were no easy targets, then he would take a holiday.
Anyway, he didn't want to deal with Chthon right now. He was clearly a wealthy individual, yet so stingy.
At most, whenever he was in a good or bad mood, he would go to Chthon's Flickering Realm to cause some trouble, take a bite, and then run. Chthon couldn't possibly remain vigilant forever.
...
Kamar-Taj, courtyard corner.
Sparks flickered, and Lucas stepped out of the portal.
At this time, the sky was faintly bright. A gentle breeze swept through, bringing with it the faint scent of tea and breakfast.
In the courtyard, the apprentice sorcerer, dressed in loose monk robes, began to meticulously practice their spellcasting movements under Mordo's guidance.
In the corner, the Ancient One sat on a stone stool, quietly watching their training. From time to time, she would drink a sip of tea.
"Wait a moment, I'll go get you some more."
Seeing Lucas appear, Ancient One smiled, gestured for Lucas to sit down, and rose to go towards the kitchen.
Soon, she returned carrying a plethora of dishes.
"Thanks, Master." Lucas thanked her.
While eating breakfast, he watched the apprentice sorcerers train.
Watching some apprentice sorcerers struggle to cast a single spell for half a day was quite appetizing.