Jormungand was brought to a world of the newly inherited memories.

An everlasting sea of fire surrounded a huge palace. Inside the huge palace, a humanoid being with curved horns in each side of its forehead and red-colored skin sat on a throne made of bones, and so it opened its eyes, ''These damn Immortals... They're like cockroaches, always getting in our way! Why can't they obediently surrender?!''

It was furious, an aura that seemed to transcend time itself covered Jormungand, making its spirit-like state tremble continuously. Jormungand quickly understood that these were the so-called Demon Race, and it ruled the Abyss World for hundreds of thousands of years, it was a power-thirsty race.

It was one of the self-proclaimed Demon Emperors was at the apex of his World, but it wasn't satisfied. It was a race with endless desire to power, and so the Demon Emperor started seeking ways to get stronger from the outside world. After thousands of years searching for a new world, it found the World of Origin.

A few days before the Demon Emperor felt furious...

Staring at the huge world in front of it, the Demon Emperor couldn't help but laugh heartily, ''HAHAHA! These beings... This world doesn't have a sovereign yet, they're still fighting for power!''

It felt immensely happy, it could feel that each of the beings at the top of these forces could rival it, one of the Demon Emperors.

The Abyss World was once ruled by nine Demon Emperors, each stood at the peak of their path, and it was the Sorcerer Path. In the very beginning, their world had other races such as Elf Race, Dwarf Race, Orc Race and Human Race. However, their Demon Race ended up slaughtering all intelligent races and started raising the beasts as food.

It wasn't a world ruled by a single being, but a single race.

As a race that rose in war with other races, it knew exactly how beneficial invading while these races fought could be. But the Demon Emperor wasn't going to mindlessly invade this world. It would be unwise to underestimate its enemies, and so it contacted the other Demon Race sovereigns.

Under the chaos of war between the countless races, they quietly invaded with spies and corrupted many souls. Its race was extremely unique, it was able to corrupt souls and turn them into Demonic Puppets. Through this, they were able to sneak attack the countless races and quickly obtain a foothold in this world!

They kept a low profile for a while before launching a literal World War!

In such a war, there was no good or evil.

It was a war between worlds, the winner becomes King while the loser gets annihilated from the river of time.

It's just that the Demon Race didn't expect that the originally chaotic races assembled together and formed an alliance called [Palace of Knowledge]. It was able to fight them back, but they already had an enormous advantage after quietly annihilating races under their initial attack.

It didn't take them much time before the nine Demon Emperors surrounded the last foothold of the Immortals, countless Mortal Realms were destroyed by them. Trillions and trillions of lives were killed, it was no exaggeration to say that blood could completely cover many Mortal Realms as a whole.

A young man stood quietly in a throne, the corpse of his kind stood at his feet. His very Soul burned with anger, but his eyes showed no ripples, ''Why must you do this? If you want power, then power you shall obtain. You didn't need to kill these trillions of innocents!''

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One of the nine Demon Emperors sneered, ''Oh, please! Either you die, or we die! Don't act like a saint, you're not one.''

With a cold smile, another Demon Emperor said from outside the barrier set by the young man, ''Don't forget that you and your kind has also killed many innocent lives of our Demon Realm. Not all Demons are as vile as you've protrayed, but this doesn't matter... Your war has been lost, and so you shall be forgotten by future generations!''

The nine Demon Emperors attacked the barrier as many cracks appeared on it. The young man stared at the last of his kind as they felt extreme fear, ''We're going to die... Why? Why is this happening?!''

He sighed sadly, his eyes hiding countless sorrows, ''I'm the only with battle strength here... However, I can't fight all Demon Emperors. It seems that in order to leave a chance for future generations, I can only do that...''

The body that seemed to hold endless sadness suddenly shone with a warm light, as if it was holding the hope of an entire World, ''For the future generations, I shall sacrifice myself. I'll be erased from the river of time, but a Remnant Soul will be left to help the beings of the future.''

''Demon Emperors, since things have come to this... Your entire race shall disappear with me!'' The gentle eyes couldn't help but become cold, and the nine Demon Emperors suddenly shivered. They didn't know exactly what the young man was doing, but their very Souls screamed, as if they were in fatal danger.

In the next moment...

A light shone brightly, covering not only the whole World of Origin, but also the Abyss World!

Sighing with overwhelming sadness, the young man couldn't help but mutter lightly, ''If just our worlds could become allies in the way to seek the ultimate truth instead of destroying ourselves...''

''From Heavenly Dao, we were born. To Heavenly Dao, we shall return.'' The young man chanted in a low tone, and so his body started to slowly disappear.

Together with it, every single being from the Abyss World disappeared. The last of his kind also disappeared, but it was so that the future generation could live with no worries.

...

In the Abyss World, Jormungand suddenly woke up. Unconsciously, it shed tears as it inherited these memories, hissing sadly.

Although it was sent to be the sovereign of the Abyss World, Jormungand felt sad for both the Abyss World and the World of Origin. Its wisdom was further upgraded after inheriting these memories, and so it knew that the war between these worlds was inevitable. There was no true good, nor was there true evil.

It could be said that Jormungand is a very gentle snake, feeling sad for the beings that once lived in the land it is right now and for the beings of a foreign world. It quickly calmed down, and so it thought of the young man's words, ''If just our worlds could become allies...''

Unlike the Demon Race, Jormungand wasn't seeking power in such extreme ways. It was also gentle by nature, despite the scary name of its race, [World-Devouring Snake].

It must be noted that Jormungand didn't take the path of cultivation, but followed the way of its Demon Race predecessors, the Sorcerer Path. Differently from the Cultivation Path, Ethan didn't have as much knowledge about the Sorcerer Path.

But under his Omniscience working at full power, he quickly derived this path. It mainly focused on bringing the hidden potential of the Soul. Ethan also made it so that they could connect their Souls to the Will of the World, being able to draw [Mana] from it.

Mana is the energy absorbed by a Sorcerer, it works similar to Spiritual Energy, but it has a heavier emphasis on the Soul instead of the Body. Although it is called Sorcerer Path, a Sorcerer can also be called a Mage.

The Will of the World has the same principle as the Heavenly Dao, which is a very convenient way to keep absorbing the excess energy from the world.

From the Will of the World, you strengthen. To the Will of the World, your strength shall return.

Jormungand shook its head fiercely, from its inherited memories, it finally understood how amazing exactly the feat of creating the World of Origin and the Abyss World is. It felt extremely happy that it was selected by such a powerful god-like being, a literal creator.

It wasn't the only being of the Abyss World, of course. There were countless beings in the Abyss World, and its goal was to become their only sovereign, as to pass the test set by its 'father'. Jormungand looked at the huge forest in front of it before swimming through the ground!

That was the start of the tale about a snake that would soon be hailed as the...

Devourer of Worlds, Jormungand!