In Aozawa's eyes, the world is shrouded in a gray-white filter.

The Dread Emperor's grotesque body is stuck mid-air, like a massive sculpture.

The ruined city is enveloped under a gray night sky.

In this world, only the fiery red energy of the Tree of Life shines brightly in the gray-white world.

At the end of this energy stands Dio.

Since Aozawa used Fate Weaving to develop the civilization of the Different World, he roughly set the tone.

For the rest of the time, he basically didn't manage it much.

The rise and fall of the civilization in the Different World over more than two thousand years is, in his eyes, merely two and a half days.

Except for the first creation, he did not enter here; it was only today that he chose to intervene.

Because by this point, it has reached an important juncture where all traces Dio was supposed to leave have already been left.

Now it's time for him to exit the Different World; Dio surely can't replace "Dio."

Aozawa stands in the air, not choosing to act immediately.

He quietly watches Dio absorb all the energy from the Tree of Life.

...

The surging power reverberates within Dio's body, several times stronger than before.

At this moment, he is so excited that he wants to drill into his temple with his hand, "Haha!"

He looks up, laughing wantonly and also notices the silver-white figure shining in the sky.

Dio's pupils shrink; he did not expect that in this time-stop world, there is actually someone besides him radiating brilliance.

"Who are you?"

Dio frowns slightly, hoping not to get an answer.

But Aozawa walks a few steps slowly in the air, saying lightly, "Dio, your mission is complete; it's time to disappear from this world."

"What nonsense are you talking about, my mission?"

Dio's face shows a mocking smile, "Do you think you're a god or something."

As he speaks, the smile on his face quickly stiffens, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.

To be honest, he has never encountered anyone who can move in his time-stop world before.

No matter who the opponent is, their terrifying strength is definitely not to be underestimated.

"To you all, perhaps I am a god; I created this world, created you."

"Nonsense, there is no god in this world!"

Dio retorts, lifting the time stop, allowing the gray-white tint to fade from this world.

"Dio!"

The Dread Emperor, upon shouting this, also notices the Tree of Life below has been completely absorbed by Dio.

It raises an eyebrow but doesn't really care.

As long as it emerges from the Demon Realm, in the outside world, the Dread Emperor believes it is invincible.

Even if Dio absorbs the Tree of Life, he cannot be its opponent.

Dio looks up and says, "Dread Emperor, let's pause our grievances for now; let's first deal with this person."

The Dread Emperor is slightly startled, looking up to find Aozawa standing in the air.

The silver-white light appears so insignificant in the night sky.

Just the fact that Dio wants to team up with it proves the opponent is definitely not a mere Angel Envoy.

"Who is this guy?"

"He claims to be the creator god of this world."

Dio's answer makes the Dread Emperor burst into laughter, "How ridiculous, at this point, there are still guys like you pretending to be gods!

Die!"

With that, the Dread Emperor reaches a hand to the sky, the surrounding atmosphere visibly rippling, the sonic boom it creates following far behind the huge hand.

This slap seems to cover the entire night sky, descending with the momentum of a cascading collapse.

Aozawa tilts his head, not making any movement, merely locking the space around the Dread Emperor.

In this space he created, all rules are under his control.

If he wants the space to solidify, the space will solidify.

The gigantic hand freezes in mid-air, with the thunderous sonic boom trailing slowly, echoing in the night sky.

The Dread Emperor feels unable to move a muscle, or rather, something invisible is pressing its body, preventing it from moving at all.

Having now devoured tens of thousands of monsters, its power is completely different from when it was sealed by Kikyo a thousand years ago.

It believes that once out of the Demon Realm, it should sweep across everywhere, crushing everything!

But unexpectedly, it is being crushed by others just after emerging.

Reality is far different from imagination!

"What have you done?"

"Don't mind it, you still have a part to play, you won't exit just yet."

Aozawa doesn't kill the Dread Emperor; he still needs it to continue devouring monsters wildly, eventually losing its sanity and becoming a beast of destruction.

He then turns his gaze to Dio below.

"Now it's your turn."

"You can try!"

Dio's eyes widen.

With a puff, two small horn-like protrusions emerge from his forehead, and six pairs of dry skeletal wings extend from his back.

The time stop is ineffective on him, so Dio can only take another approach, using the power of the Tree of Life.

He opens his mouth, dark green light instantly condensing within, the next second, a destructive light wave formed purely of energy shoots upward.

Aozawa raises his hand.

In Dio's view, this destructive light wave is powerful enough to destroy a nation and could even pierce through the Eastern Continent, creating a massive crater.

On this continent, no Angel Envoy can be easily stopped by anyone.

However, something beyond Dio's imagination happened right before his eyes; his small hand easily grasped the destructive energy wave.

The destructive energy wave contracted in Aozawa's palm and eventually extinguished.

It seemed casual, but in reality, Aozawa manipulated this space, using the space to compress the destructive energy wave until it was eliminated.

This is a move only he, the creator of this space, can perform.

Like people of a three-dimensional world creating a two-dimensional animation and even mastering the modifier related to the animation.

Such a fact makes people from the two-dimensional world forever impossible to defeat those from the three-dimensional world.

Not even capable of initiating a battle, only suffering unilaterally.

Despair!

Dio saw Aozawa's action and was completely stunned.

He couldn't imagine a world where an Angel Envoy could so casually defuse that attack.

Dio suddenly realized that the being in front of him might not be lying; he truly is the god who created this world.

After disappearing for over two thousand years, he appeared before Dio at this moment, only to obliterate him.

The emotions in Dio's heart were complex, and he was puzzled, shouting: "God, why are you doing this?

Have I done something wrong?

If it's for sacrificing the citizens of the city, or for the killings I caused in the past, as divine punishment.

But allowing those massacres to exist, letting the tragedies play out on this continent, what right do you have to punish me?"

He roared, wanting to understand the reason for his death.

If it's because of those reasons he mentioned, Dio truly wouldn't be reconciled.

He couldn't accept a god's moral high ground, issuing criticism and descending divine punishment against him, that hypocritical, disgusting image made him nauseous.

Even worse is dying at the hands of such a person.

Aozawa descended from the sky, looking at Dio, who was full of anger, with his eyes wide open, seeking answers.

"I said, with your mission complete, you should exit here."

Dio fell into brief silence, then displayed a bitter smile on his face and said: "So my mission's completion means I should exit, those are truly merciless words.

Do you have no feelings for us at all?

Or is it that only Leon is your son?"

"No, Leon is no different from you.

I created you, gave you missions, once completed, you should exit."

Dio breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "You really are capricious."

"Is this your final farewell?"

"Yes."

Dio replied softly, he understood why the Dread Emperor did not move, the space at that moment firmly pressed against his limbs, leaving him only able to speak.

Aozawa waved his hand.

Dio instantly felt his body aging, as the surrounding time swiftly passed by, wrinkles emerging on his face.

In the blink of an eye, he had aged beyond recognition and then fell into a state of weathering in the next.

"Ah."

The sigh hadn't finished when Dio turned into dust, scattered on this land.

The Dread Emperor watched this scene unfold, terror rising in its heart, it stared at the tiny figure, confirming like Dio, that this was a god.

God, truly exists!

An indescribable fear permeated its heart.

Aozawa glanced up and said, "It's not your time to emerge yet, return."

Space restraints were lifted, the Dread Emperor dared not move rashly, obediently returned from here.

The rift to the Demon Realm closed again, Aozawa did not linger here, fading from sight.

The time of synchronization with the outside world was near, the next step was to arrange the entrance to the Different World, and then activate the Human Expeditionary Army mode.

...

The blood moon enveloped the Demon Realm.

The Dread Emperor returned, the rift ahead mended.

But the terror in its heart still hadn't dissipated, its heartbeat accelerated, a fierce anger rose thereafter.

It was the Dread Emperor!

The king meant to rule the Eastern Continent, to ravage every land in the world!

How could it be frightened by a god?

In truth, gods are merely creatures with great power.

If only it could become stronger, it would escape the fear of gods.

Raise the banner of rebellion against the gods!

The Dread Emperor reflected on Dio's death, resolute in its determination that it must not sit and wait for its fate.

It must resist, it has to devour more monsters.

Even if the consequence might lead its consciousness to fall into darkness, it couldn't maintain its current strength.

The Dread Emperor would never obediently wait for the gods to appear one day, declare its mission complete, and then kill it.

The Dread Emperor had to resist, it ran across the Demon Realm, indiscriminately devouring any monster it encountered.

Eat! Eat! Eat!

The Dread Emperor was nearly reckless in its devouring.

It forgot why it needed to devour, simply driven by an instinct in its mind, compelling it to devour, to become stronger.

Until one day, the Dread Emperor vaguely heard someone's voice crossing the void, falling upon its ears.

"Dread Emperor, I am Naraku, let us join forces and destroy the whole world!"

The call of the Shikon Jewel came, the Dread Emperor did not continue to linger in the Demon Realm, but followed the call of that voice, assuming the form of the Apocalypse Demon God, tore through space and descended upon this world.