The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1851: God Realm: Primordial Meadow (1)

It did not take long for Nash and Lilliana to complete their transformation.

Much like Davina, their bodies did not morph into full werewolves, nor were their existing monstrous characteristics amplified. Instead, they took on an appearance that sat somewhere between a spirit and a werewolf.

Nash’s phantom state shifted back into a more humanoid, ghostly vessel.

He materialized as a heavily scarred, muscular old man covered in dark, enigmatic smears. His hair, a faded black, flowed all the way down to his lower back. A tribal marking featuring three wolf faces converging into a single inverted teardrop adorned his shoulder.

Lilliana’s transformation proved to be even more understated.

She shared many physical traits with Davina.

However, Rex quickly noticed unique nuances in her form that were absent in Davina.

Her triangular ears sprouted from the summit of her head rather than the sides. Patches of fine, faint green fur covered her skin, appearing soft and pleasing to the touch. Her tail curved with a natural grace—thick and bushy—and though her teeth were sharp, they lacked the predatory prominence found in true beasts.

It was clear she lacked the lethal edge that defined Davina.

Furthermore, she possessed a physical profile more reminiscent of a fox than a wolf.

Rex nodded to himself, noting that his pack had now reached a total of thirty members.

His own power surged, his swelling aura instantly felt by those standing nearby.

[Integrating the two Betas into the inner pack...]

[Completed.]

The moment the prompt appeared, Rex watched their pupils dilate as they stood frozen.

Both of them must have sensed the shift immediately, feeling their spiritual tether to Rex strengthen significantly. It was as if he had become an intrinsic part of their very souls. They could perceive his heartbeat, sense his fleeting emotions, and even faintly hear the thoughts resonating in his mind.

What truly astonished them, however, was the incredibly pure energy flooding into their systems.

It was a form of energy unlike anything they had ever encountered.

Divine strands.

[Lesser divine strands have been successfully infused into Davina and Lilliana]

[All of their abilities have been empowered]

"Your Highness," Varya said, stepping forward and gesturing toward Nash. "I believe it would be wise for you to bring Nash along on your journey."

"And for what reason?" Rex arched an eyebrow.

Varya glanced at Nash, prompting him to explain the matter himself.

He complied, taking a steadying breath.

"Most of us were trapped in the Spirit Realm during the incident, but I was separated from the group and ended up in an unknown location," he explained, pausing as the traumatic memory flickered across his face. "Somehow, I fell into the God Realm, arriving in a place known as the Primordial Meadow."

"Oh...?" Rex felt intrigued.

Earlier, after finally convincing Nivellen to permit his entry into the God Realm, she had provided essential guidance. Among other things, she had identified regions that were safe for entry, where he would not risk having his soul crushed upon arrival.

A neutral, safe haven known as the Primordial Meadow.

While relatively safe, it was not devoid of peril.

Even in the safest of zones, Rex would require navigation.

Only someone with practical experience in the God Realm could possibly know the way forward. If Nash had truly survived the God Realm, his presence would be invaluable.

"I am confident that I can lead you to the nearest settlement," Nash added firmly.

"Very well," Rex agreed with a nod. "You are coming with us."

With that concluded, Rex turned to Linthia and gave a slight nod.

Though she bit her lip in visible reluctance, she eventually nodded back and dropped to one knee.

Ink-black energy oozed from her palm as she pressed her hand firmly against the marble floor. Closing her eyes, she focused, guiding the energy forward until it reached Rex, Nash, Davina, and Lilliana. It seeped into the soles of their feet before shooting upward like striking lightning.

The energy locked onto their souls and remained firmly embedded.

<Notice: The user is being influenced by the Drifting Black Energy!>

<Does the user wish to expel the influence?>

<Affirmative>

Feeling Rex release his resistance, Linthia exhaled harshly and pushed the remainder of her energy into the ground.

A dark sigil carved itself into the floor like a jagged scar, branching outward in sharp-edged crystals until they covered the entire chamber. The toll of this feat was instantaneous. Linthia’s face lost all color, her reserves completely depleted the moment the mark was finalized.

As the energy took hold within them, Linthia staggered and collapsed backward.

Varya quickly moved to catch her.

"Was that truly necessary?" Lilliana asked, looking amused by the exhaustion etched on Linthia’s face.

Linthia did not reply.

She needed to ensure that if things became too perilous, Rex would know exactly how to find his way back to the Spirit Realm. By following the thread she had engraved upon him, he could return to the gateway at any time.

It was a fail-safe to ensure Rex would never be lost.

Of course, Rex allowed the process, having already told her that he would retreat if the situation turned dire.

Nivellen approached him next.

She was invisible to all but him.

However, judging by how Davina and Lilliana flinched at the sudden drop in temperature, they could clearly sense her presence.

"I cannot meet or assist you once you are in the God Realm," she said, cupping Rex’s face with a doting expression as she hovered before him. "Remember everything I have taught you. Force yourself only if necessary... For me. For those you hold dear. Do not be reckless there. No one can save you once you cross over."

"Once Kaiser is defeated, I will pull you out of that realm," Rex promised, waving his hand reassuringly. "Just watch me."

Swoosh—!

Above, energy from the gateway tumbled down like the vortex of a tornado.

Celestial radiance washed over the room as Nivellen stepped back, watching the energy claim Rex and his party. She had discovered him when he was a mere mortal obsessed with vengeance. Now, that same man stood as a Demigod, poised to enter the God Realm itself.

Everything had played out with lightning speed by her divine perception of time.

Even now, the reality of it felt surreal.

"Stay safe," she whispered internally as Rex and his companions were drawn into the gateway.

Rex felt nothing as the celestial light washed over his vision, pulling him into the void.

There was no pain, no change in his immediate environment, and no suffocating pressure.

It was a surprisingly smooth transition.

As he neared the veil—the boundary dividing the lower and higher planes—he was suddenly taken by surprise. All of his senses went mute. He felt as if he were sealed within a cramped room, enclosed on all sides, with nothing remaining but his own mind.

He could no longer sense his companions.

Normally, he would fear that they had been separated, but he had already solidified his plans through the System.

The System had confirmed that the God Realm was open to all, with no penalties for crossing the boundary.

The only real concern was one's ability to survive on the other side.

He did not need to fear interference from Kaiser or Chaos, as they held no absolute authority within the God Realm. Any attempt to strike him through extreme methods would be met with an equal or greater force to restrain them.

That was exactly why Rex had chosen to enter the God Realm.

A rushing sound filled his ears. It must have been the veil cracking—he had arrived.

Rex looked down at his hands. He was floating, adrift in power that had long been suppressed. Or, at least, it felt that way to him. Now, the energy flooded every fiber of his being. Familiar energies surged back: his elemental affinities, curse energy, and Spirit Energy—everything he had retained in the Mortal Realm.

Nothing remained suppressed.

The God Realm was a higher plane, an immensely stable world capable of hosting any level of power without restriction.

Because of this, his dormant abilities were rushing back.

No adjustments were needed, unlike his entry into the Spirit Realm.

It was like a dam bursting; everything he was came surging back to him.

Rex shook his head and waited. He pushed his emotions aside and reveled in the return of his powers. Even his King's Marks were accessible once more. Here in the God Realm, where the energy was dense and distorted, even the Lunirich Gods could not track him.

It did not matter how brightly those marks burned.

Soon, the celestial light faded away.

<Notice: The user has entered the God Realm>

<Scanning area...>

<Location: Southern Cavity of the Primordial Meadow>

Rex could not read the notifications yet.

He was instantly blinded by the dense atmosphere that pressed in from every direction, making it difficult to draw a proper breath. His vision blurred, not from suffocation, but from an illusion that his eyes required time to adapt to.

When he attempted to shift into his werewolf form, the illusion intensified.

It forced him back into human form.

Rex attempted to survey his surroundings, searching for hostile Godlings.

His vision was still impaired, clouded and indistinct.

He scanned the area again using the System, feeling a wave of relief when he detected no living beings nearby.

<Five minutes until full adaptation>

Rex read the prompt and steadied himself, allowing his senses to acclimate. Five minutes passed, and just as the System had predicted, his senses sharpened. He blinked a few times. Finally, his vision cleared, and he could see his surroundings.

He was standing in a meadow that stretched out beneath towering, ancient trees.

Their trunks twisted upward, interlacing into a thick canopy that let in very little light.

It was a dim, blue meadow bathed in a subtle, clinging mist.

Rex noted that the air felt unnaturally cool and perfectly still; he could hear his own breathing echoing in the quiet.

Pale flowers were scattered across the field in small, silent clusters, their faint glow dotting the grass like fallen stars.

They did not illuminate the landscape; they merely existed.

Ahead, a narrow, uneven path wound through the meadow, barely visible under the damp soil and tall blades of grass. It snaked deeper into the forest, where the mist grew thick and the ancient trees curved inward like silent observers.

Nothing moved in this place.

No breeze stirred the leaves. No insects droned. No birds sang from the branches above.

And yet, the meadow did not feel abandoned; it felt ancient.

It felt as though it had existed since the dawn of creation, long before the beginning of recorded time.

Rex glanced over his shoulder to check on the others, noting that they were still acclimating.

Unsurprisingly, Nash was adapting the fastest, already lifting his head to gaze around.

Davina and Lilliana were still feeling their way across the ground like the blind.

As Rex checked on them, grasping their hands and whispering that he was nearby, his attention was drawn elsewhere. In the distance, through the mist, he spotted a silhouette that resembled a stone.

It appeared motionless, yet his intuition told him something was off.

Sure enough, the stone shifted slightly.

Under Rex’s intent gaze, it slowly turned until a pair of dimly glowing eyes met his own.

He drew upon the System to scan it, exercising extreme caution given how foreign this realm was compared to anything he had known before. But the stone had already fixated on him.

Slowly, his eyes widened as he watched the stone stand up, revealing the silhouette of a massive entity.

A humanoid figure that appeared to be clutching what looked suspiciously like a javelin.