Chapter 990: Chapter 415: The Grand Ceremony Chapter 990: Chapter 415: The Grand Ceremony Beneath the Poison Spring, the water was clear and traceless.

On the way inward, underground in Nibelungen, the Dragon Mother’s speed was even faster than Zeus’s.

Descending rapidly, she initially maintained her original appearance; gradually, a huge shadow replaced the winged dragon-like figure.

Hidden in the waters, her divine body, even without fully stretching out, was colossal. Two dragon heads of different colors were surveying the surroundings, along with three other bulges on her shoulders not yet formed.

This was the true form of the Five-Colored Dragon Queen, and also when her power was at its strongest.

In the end, the Dragon Queen born from the Alien Realm’s dragon egg was not a deity of Chaos; her true power did not come from the Godhood’s grant.

Slight traces of Origin flowed within her marrow, yet more of it relied on her progeny’s existence in a mysterious way that seemed both there and not there.

It functioned in a unique manner, yet did not interfere with the mental state of the one in command.

Dragon wings stirred, the corrosive Poison Spring could not damage the scales on the Dragon Mother’s body, and the ownerless powers were even being absorbed bit by bit.

The enormous vertical pupils tracked the Divine Spring’s path, allowing the Dragon Mother to quickly approach the endpoint.

This was yet another characteristic of the Bloodline’s path; since the Source Power was not restricted by Godhood’s Law, if one wished not to let the power infest their sanity, they had to choose another solution.

Hence, the Bloodline’s origin turned the progeny into a vast net, transforming the race’s existence in the world into a barrier, and ultimately placing the Source Power in an elusive place near the Sea of Origin, to avoid various disadvantages.

Without a doubt, this was an effective solution, though it also had many other issues, it was still very good in comparison.

After all, the deities of Chaos wielded Godhood, so authority was given and taken by the world’s Law; deities of the Nine Realms and Hemenu, though they could hold the authority in their hands, dared not merge with it. Not only could it be taken by others, but there was also the possibility of aging and Death.

Nearly every method of achieving deity status had its advantages and disadvantages, whether relying on external grants to cut off Source Power’s influence or constructing barriers to sever their connection.

The pros and cons of each are difficult to quantify; it all comes down to differing thoughts and ideas.

…

Whoosh…

Descending all the way, the area around the Poison Spring gradually emitted a hint of green glow.

That was the essence of the toxic power, so pure it even caused a few wisps of Law remnants resembling the authority never manifested in Chaos’s past to scatter.

Two giant dragon heads at the shoulder-neck bulges greedily absorbed the surrounding powers.

Having reached this place, the journey’s end was near.

Slowing down, the Dragon Mother needed to wait for a signal from the other side.

Only by simultaneously squeezing the Origin of the Divine Spring from both sides with Divine Level power could the bifurcated spring’s eyes be reunited.

Since Zeus had not yet arrived, she could not act first.

So she quietly waited, the Dragon Mother could only wander around the bottom of the spring.

Yet as Time slowly passed, a hint of hesitation flashed through the giant dragon head’s pupils.

On one hand, it was because of Zeus, who according to logic should have arrived by now even with a somewhat slower speed; his delay was unexpected.

Of course, this was not a big deal, it was just a matter of waiting a bit longer.

But on the other hand, the Dragon Mother couldn’t help but take notice.

“What is… that?”

The vertical pupil shimmered with a golden light, still discernible even tens of thousands of feet underground.

However, at the bottom of this Poison Spring, the Dragon Mother unexpectedly discovered something that should not have been there.

It was a scale, a black armor scale stained with traces of blood. From its markings, it seemed as if it was once pierced through by some terrifying force.

And that force seemed to be ever-present, such that even though the scale had long left its owner’s body, it still could not escape its pursuit.

Either time had passed too long, or this force was erased by the Abyss’s Law.

One way or another, in the current Poison Spring, the once powerful force that shattered the scale was no longer present.

Only the Dragon Mother, looking at this blood-stained black scale, felt a deep sense of familiarity.

“…Nibelungen, at the bottom of the Poison Spring.”

“As a realm of the Abyss, there should be no shortage of beings that can ignore the toxicity of the Poison Spring.”

“But for some reason, I can’t sense any powerful demon presence from this layer at all, not even a Subordinate Lord… If this is not a coincidence, then the only explanation is that this layer is actually part of Tartarus and not open to the public.”

A hint of solemnity flickered through the height of the vertical pupils; regarding the possibility of this place not being open to the public, the Dragon Mother had speculated since entering here.

After all, it’s understandable for a realm to lack a unified Lord, but the current state of Nibelungen was just too desolate.

To say nothing of a Subordinate Lord with a mark, on her way here, the Dragon Mother had not even encountered any demon with characteristic features of this realm, which seemed rather unreasonable.

It’s known that although the current rules of the Abyss are not yet complete and the birth of demons does not have a unified pattern, one could still see crazed, bloodthirsty figures in virtually every plane, varying only in number and type.

So if one excludes highly improbable speculations, the only possibility left is that this layer has never been made public and naturally, no demons were born.