"Are the demigods here... all double-majoring in some niche magic?" Ash suddenly asked.

Death Mad looked at him with some surprise and nodded: "That’s right, since the more niche the magic, the more resources it can monopolize. Almost every demigod who dares to stay in Fantasy Hell has cultivated some ancient magic that has long been lost, and there are quite a few who have forcefully created a new magic from scratch... There’s a joke that if the demigods of Fantasy Hell suddenly die, the total number of magic factions would be cut in half."

Ash was a bit perplexed: "Is it really? Niche magic is niche precisely because it can’t keep up with the times and has been eliminated. Even if you pile up enough resources, I’m afraid the effect can’t match mainstream magic."

Death Mad shook his head: "No, it might be like that elsewhere, but in Fantasy Hell, the power of niche magic far surpasses mainstream magic. This is one of the reasons why demigod wars in Fantasy Hell are intensely fierce... because demigods cannot see magic miracles they don’t recognize!"

"Huh?"

"Demigods can only see the world they’ve imagined, so naturally, they can only discover magic they understand." Death Mad said: "For example, a demigod who has no research on time can’t identify any time wonders here until his soul body is damaged and realizes he’s been hit."

"The older and more niche the magic, the more concealed and difficult to defend against it is. Magic that can traverse Fantasy Hell is either novel or ancient; mediocrity among the masses represents high competition and low returns."

"Fantasy Hell is the most interesting place within Level Six of Hell, not just because of its mechanism, but because it reflects Void Realm seemingly consciously obstructing mages—in Fantasy Hell, ’the depth of magic’ is defeated by ’the breadth of magic’ for the first time. The benefits of creating new magic far outweigh delving into the magic realm. If a demigod fully adapts to Fantasy Hell’s survival mode, pursuing the creation and cultivation of niche magic, his realm might halt at demigod, never having the opportunity to glimpse the scenery of the Divine Lord, spending his life only contributing to the diversity of magic."

Ash blinked, thinking it indeed seemed a bit terrifying upon reflection. Fantasy Hell lacks the catastrophes of Black Descent Hell, and resources are richer and more diverse than Deep Blue Hell, yet Fantasy Hell’s restrictions on demigods exceed those of the previous three hells—because it doesn’t drive you to desperation, it simply urges you to be content with ordinariness.

"Can’t mages see through it?"

"Of course they can." Death Mad pointed to the burning night sky, "This is how mainstream mages fight against Fantasy Hell."

Ash looked at the distant fireworks, vaguely realizing: "Fixing the world imagery of a region?"

"To fix the world you only need to meet two conditions: enough demigods, and their magic factions being highly unified." Death Mad said: "Dayless Heaven is the work of the fire technique demigods and dark magic demigods, over ten demigods overlaying their imagined worlds together, thoroughly fixing the world of this region, now anyone here can only see Dayless Heaven."

"Simultaneously, Dayless Heaven only produces fire technique and dark magic resources, no longer producing ’illusions’. Although Dayless Heaven demigods still need to go out and compete for resources, they ultimately have stable production materials and an unassailable home field."

"You should be going back soon." Death Mad glanced at Ash, "Further information will be discussed later—if you’re ever brave enough to return to Hell, unafraid of me calling forth thousands of The Forgotten to kill you."

"...Thousands is a bit much..." Ash chuckled awkwardly, thinking Death Mad really held a grudge and was still upset over a sarcastic comment.

"Come over." Death Mad flew to the mountain top, "Before leaving, take a look at what your imagined world looks like—it wouldn’t just be a palace that could house many girls, would it?"

Ash followed her to the mountain top, seeing the night curtain of Dayless Heaven suddenly cutting off a few kilometers away, the brilliant lights of the fireworks stopping at the night’s edge. Dayless Heaven seemed like a private room built by demigods in hell, and now Ash can finally see the true Fantasy Hell.

Colors.

Infinite colors.

The entire world melted completely in Ash’s eyes, time and space became a canvas of tilting paint.

Endless vibrant colors flowed incessantly, billions of colored lines twisting and entangling, the colors evolving and transforming like living creatures, bursting with an unsettling life force. Ash collapsed, his soul body cracking like porcelain, light fog escaping from within as if something was impatiently trying to flee his body.

Death Mad caught him in time, looking utterly shocked: "How could you... How is this possible... Wake up! Don’t be dragged over, that’s the Divine Domain, you won’t come back!"

She never expected Ash could directly see the reality of Fantasy Hell—the Divine Domain!

In the demigod promotion ceremony, apart from those like Vishi who relied on sheer soul body strength to withstand hell, most demigods enter the Divine Domain, completing magic transformation and transcendence, summoning their divine beings within the vast flow of laws. Therefore, in demigod cognition, the Divine Domain indeed exists, but it’s omnipresent, not located anywhere. It resembles more a realm, a status, allowing mages to see the essence of law flow, a chance that is rare and sought after.

But the Divine Domain isn’t truly impossible to pursue, it does exist in one place, namely Fantasy Hell.

The entire Fantasy Hell layer is the manifested world of the Divine Domain! Only the Divine Domain can materialize laws that allow "will to define the world".

Theoretically, a mage has only the promotion to demigod to step into the Divine Domain, for only then would a mage’s consciousness fragment into the finest information stream, perceiving the most real colors, naturally drawn by the Divine Domain, ultimately assisted by Void Realm to regroup.

Indeed, it’s not mages chasing the Divine Domain, but the Divine Domain collecting mages. The Divine Domain is like the lowest sewer, with all things shielded from falling into it by the Void Realm filter, but once you see the Divine Domain, it means the Void Realm filter fails, your only destination is the sewer—like Ash now!

Even with Void Realm assistance, stepping into the Divine Domain is an extremely dangerous adventure where many legendary mages are indeed lost, their consciousness utterly becoming part of the laws, dispersing. Now, Ash has no Void Realm assistance, and no operators nearby to share the burden, if he falls in, there’s absolutely no chance of return!

"Damn it..." Death Mad was furious inside, "Absolutely unnecessary!" Not knowing even whom she was cursing.

Just at this moment, three demigods flew over from the depths of fireworks. From afar they saw Ash wearing a trench coat on the mountain top, each prepared their wonder miracles, probing from afar: "Excuse me—"

At this moment, they saw a red-haired female suddenly appear next to the trench coat man. The red-haired female faintly glanced at them, the cloudy blood-red eyes flickering with malice from a sea of blood and corpses, even over a long distance, the Dayless Heaven demigods felt the oppressive force as deep as an abyss!

Even as they immediately halted their Void Wings, trying to justify and retreat, the most violent sword in the world was already drawn.

Swish.

The Dayless Heaven demigods seemed to hear the sound of crimson blood drop into the Blood Sea, setting off layers of scarlet ripples in the time-space canvas, ripples slowly spread outward, swept past their soul bodies, swaying their spirits.

Defense barriers, protective wonder miracles, life-saving items, all perished amidst the ripple’s rise and fall.

At first, their soul bodies were crushed into bloody mud by the first ripple layer, then folded by the second ripple layer, finally annihilated by the third ripple layer into a breeze, integrating into the burning night.

Supreme Technique... Vermilion Water Moon!

In the blink of an eye, the three Dayless Heaven demigods had vanished without a trace, leaving no sign, as if they had never existed.

Death Mad sheathed the sword, her figure becoming more transparent. She glanced around; this time was different from the last, with no Forgotten descending upon Dayless Heaven... this she anticipated, as Uroboros was digesting Black Descent Hell and the Forgotten hadn’t managed to invade Fantasy Hell.

But once Uroboros finished digesting, thousands of Forgotten will surely chase the traces of Vermilion Water Moon. That theoretical end serpent with only devouring instincts was forced into anger by them, learning hatred.

But by then Ash would’ve left, only the demigods of Dayless Heaven would suffer.

Death Mad didn’t care at all about the consequences; all she knew was if she didn’t pull Ash back before he returned to reality, everything would end badly.

Only now that Ash’s consciousness was dragged into the Divine Domain, how could she possibly wake him?