Seeing what the Great Snake was doing within his domain, Lynch knew he had no choice but to do his utmost to end the actions of this god here. This scientific power was a variable outside his plan, a weight that could seriously tip the scales in this war. It was either to use the power of a Great Mage now to adjust this balance or admit defeat obediently.

Multicolored lights spiraled upwards around Lynch's body, forming ring after ring of halos rotating around him. Three silver light spheres inscribed with obscure characters rose behind him, emitting a dazzling brilliance that dared not be directly looked at. From the start, the mage had unleashed the power of the three Secret Scrolls completely without reservation. Even so, Lynch's mouth continued to recite lengthy spells, summoning every bit of power he could wield—mysterious power, ancient power, and even the power of ancient great arcanists.

Only spells belonging to a god could truly affect a god. On this Heaven Mountain, what mortals could grasp was nothing but a vague reflection of the moon in the water, illusory and ethereal. How could a mage face a god with tools given by gods and supported only by divine power? Only in the distant past, when magic developed to its limit, did those great arcanists find such a method. After confirming the identity of the Great Snake God, Lynch's entire focus was trying to bring this lost method back to light.

With the support of the Secret Scrolls, an endless stream of Magic Origin Power sustained Lynch's spells, becoming the strongest weapon in his hands. Through the moon's reflection in the water, Lynch had already found the method leading to the moon itself. Magic surged like a tide, each wave more fierce than the last, spreading in all directions. With each surge, it was as if a strong heart, having slept for eons, was finally awakened, eagerly beginning to beat.

Three channels of Magic Origin Power pumped the forces belonging to the Magic God into Lynch's body, like throwing a pot of boiling oil into a blazing fire. A mortal's body could hardly endure such torment; every inch of skin felt as if it was being ground in flames. Lynch's eyes shot out light, and even flames spewed from his nostrils and throat. From afar, aside from the difference in body size, he looked almost indistinguishable from a Flame Demon from Hell.

The physical agony was indescribable, but Lynch's mind remained unaffected. He had long anticipated this scenario and was mentally prepared for the torment. Only by allowing the fire of magic to transform his body completely could he be assured of defeating the Great Snake. This was the unavoidable path he chose for the decisive battle.

The power emanating from the mage astonished the Great Snake, and shock soon turned into fear, paralyzed by wave after wave of impact. For the final victory, the snake also had powers never shown before, deeply hidden as his ultimate weapon. He estimated that the battle with Lynch might be extremely protracted, taking an ordinary person several generations to determine the superior. However, the potential within Lynch seemed endless, growing "recklessly" even beyond the Great Snake's original worst estimates. Although this power couldn't entirely be exerted due to the divinity inherent in the Great Snake, it posed a serious threat to his plans and even his life.

"What kind of monster is this!" Under the pressure exuded by Lynch, the Great Snake felt unable to hold up and was pushed back. "Even my domain is collapsing! Lynch, what have you done?"

Even though he shouted loudly, Lynch would not answer. After the Creation Law was utilized to the extreme, even the domain belonging to divinity began to be corroded, cracking with numerous breaches. The originally sturdy steel buildings began to collapse, wheeled vehicles crashed recklessly, and all devices plunged into chaos, unable to function. Even at the far reaches of this domain, celestial creatures, under such pressure, abandoned their wondrous tools at hand and fled the area as quickly as possible on their most primitive means—their legs.

The white light emanating from Lynch became more stable, and the mage, who had been in a daze, gradually came into focus. The pulse of magic began to slow, but the intensity only increased, evolving from a surging tide into a tsunami-like force. Lynch's body grew more attuned to the energy it bore, signaling that the warm-up was about to conclude.