"Hahaha!! This boy, you even encountered Tan Suey, Cough!" The old man laughed, his frail chest heaving with the sudden exertion. He rested against the pillows of the vast white bed, staring at Sunny with a small, pleased smile. Despite his dying state, the old man's eyes sparkled with the profound, hidden wisdom of the cosmos.
"So how many Realm Rulers do you know?" He asked, testing the young god's awareness of the cosmic board.
Sunny sat tall in the sterile room, his posture radiating absolute authority. "I know the whole five, out of them all, only the realm ruler of the fourth realm is against me, so I plan to uproot him, and take over his realm." He said, speaking of multiversal regicide as casually as one might speak of pruning a dead branch from a tree.
"Take over his realm? Do you know killing a realm ruler will transfer all his laws to you?" the old man asked, a hint of awe in his raspy voice.
