He didn't think more about it; as for what would happen next, it didn't matter. All he needed was to be strong enough to face any danger and protect his family. He carefully then looked around the island to see whether there was anything else.

Although he did not find anything as extraordinary as the Chaos Stone, the land itself was filled with treasures. Rare herbs swayed in the wind, minerals glimmered faintly beneath the soil, and veins of precious ores ran through the stone like hidden rivers of light.

Some of these materials were so rare that even ordinary Eternal Gods would find it nearly impossible to obtain them in the vast universe—yet here they lay, scattered across this single island as though it were a divine treasury waiting to be claimed.

Such a result shocked both of them. Rion was truly a treasured land; if the forces in the universe knew about this, they all wouldcome flocking. But it wouldn't be going too easy for them, as Rion wasn't simple; its hidden power was simply terrifying.

Having confirmed everything, Apollo did not linger. His decision was swift—he would not let such a land remain exposed to chance. Instead, he would move the entire island and forge a secret world of his own, one that would serve as the hidden headquarters of his Immortal Order.

His figure blurred, vanishing into the void. There, in the boundless darkness, he spread his will across space.

Threads of space rules and the foundation of his eternal sword rule were woven together as he carved out a vast pocket of existence. Slowly, the foundation of a new world—small in scale yet profound in essence—took shape beneath his hands.

First came the Rule of Space, vast and unyielding. Endless ripples spread across the void, stabilising the foundation. The new world gained borders, horizons, and endless depth.

Then he summoned the Rule of Fire. Blazing rivers of flame coursed through the emptiness, seeding vitality and heat. The fire became molten veins beneath the land, a core of energy that would nurture growth of this world.

From above, he etched the Lunar Rule. A cold silver radiance descended, balancing the raging fire below. It gave rhythm to the newborn world, weaving tides of light and darkness and cycles of calm and silence.

But Apollo was not done. He extended his hand again, and the Rule of Destruction surged forth. Dark-red cracks split across the void, not to annihilate, but to. Destruction was woven into the fabric of the world as its hidden edge, ensuring that only the worthy could thrive here.

And finally—he raised his sword. The Eternal Sword Rule descended like a sovereign decree. Blades of pure essence carved through the structure of the small world, fusing all other rules together. They became order, balance, and protection—the indomitable will of the sword that would forever guard this secret realm.

The void roared. Space stabilised, flames burnt, the moon shone, destruction lurked, and the eternal sword sealed all into harmony. A breathtaking small world stood complete, a hidden heaven forged by his hands.

The small secret world wasn't big by the universe's standards, but it was bigger than the earth of his previous life.

Now the only thing left was to place all six islands in different corners of this realm.

The first island naturally was the main island, where he found the chaos stone, and was the biggest of all islands.

His divine energy started to expand along with his spirit that firmly held the massive island and slowly lifted it in the sky.

The sea below roared in defiance. Waves rose like mountains, colliding and collapsing into one another. A tsunami erupted outward, as if the ocean itself mourned the loss of its crown. Yet the island continued to rise, majestic and unstoppable, suspended by his will.

Through the void it drifted, guided carefully by Apollo's hand. The massive shadow stretched across the young realm until it reached the heart of the new world. There, he lowered it gently, letting its titanic form settle into place.

Apollo then guided it gently through the void, placing it at the centre of the small realm. Its hint of chaotic energy within it spread outward like a heartbeat, anchoring the balance of the other laws. This would become the main island, the future capital of his Immortal Order.

Thus, the central island was anchored—a land destined to become the capital of his Immortal Order, a sanctuary and throne at the very heart of this newborn world.

After this he also started to move the other islands, although they weren't as massive as this; still, it was a spectacular view as he lifted the five islands at the same time.

Titanic masses of land tore free from the seas. Their ascent shattered the waves into walls of foam and water, crashing endlessly below. The heavens themselves seemed to tremble as five colossal shadows soared upward in unison, drawn together by Apollo's command.

Suspended high in the void, they formed a circle around the great central island, like five guardian stars orbiting a blazing sun.

Apollo's spirit, steady and unyielding, guided each one into its destined place. The laws he had inscribed earlier—space, fire, lunar radiance, destruction, and sword—interwove seamlessly with the islands as they settled into position.

Together, the six islands formed a vast constellation within this world, each feeding strength to the centre, each bound by Apollo's will.

What had once been scattered fragments was now a complete world—his world, the hidden foundation of the Immortal Order.

He was feeling proud looking at the small world he created and couldn't help but believe he had reached such strength he could easily create a world bigger than earth. He truly had become a being who can be called God.

While Apollo was feeling proud looking at his creation, Rion was going through shocking change due to the increase in heaven and earth aura and the limit of strength.

Quite a few ancient clans that awakened also started to show signs of restlessness.

At that same time, on a distant battlefield of fate, Thomas walked his own path. Having received the great blessing from Apollo, his very being had been reforged. His veins carried divine energy, his spirit had shed its former shackles, and his will gleamed like steel tempered in endless fire.

Step by step, he approached the lands of his clan—the place that had once cast him aside, the root of his humiliation and suffering.