A god can create their own domain, possessing absolute power within. Whether it's every blade of grass or every rule of operation, everything is under the control of that god. This control becomes more solid as the god's power increases.

However, the domain of the great serpent was not as ever-changing as Lynch had imagined. He didn't even feel any "discomfort" crossing into the domain. After all, as a Great Mage, he was particularly sensitive to the flow of energy around him.

Before he could figure out why the domain was so unguarded, he was already stunned by what lay before him.

It was as if coming into a completely different world, filled with machinery and things Lynch could not name, occupying the space of the great serpent. From islands floating in the sky to iron nails fixed for doors and windows by the roadside, everything was in perfect order. On the roads, wheeled iron carts raced by without animal traction, and various colored light sources formed texts on the walls of tall buildings—they were like the Dark Elf's Demon Fire, without heat, yet far brighter and more colorful.

Some creatures living here, like the Feathered Serpent and the Mastiff Head Angel, bowed upon seeing the great serpent. The great serpent merely waved its hand and meticulously observed Lynch's expression. He pursed his lips, eyes narrowed with a gleaming light in his elongated yellow pupils.

Lynch, as if hypnotized, walked forward slowly. Subconsciously, he radiated his Detecting Magic in all directions, then focused it on some peculiar little contraption nearby, studying its structure carefully. Everything here was both a wondrous paradise and a profound blow to him. The self-proclaimed well-traveled Mage Lynch felt like an ignorant child here.

The great serpent silently followed Lynch, neither disturbing him nor playing the teacher to explain things. The more Lynch was interested in things here, the more he wanted to understand their principles. The great serpent doubted a person with no "scientific" knowledge could grasp the key here in a short time. Even in the improbable case Lynch was that smart, it would make him more likely to become an ally.

Thus the two strolled through Heaven Mountain, the great serpent's domain, from one end to the other. Time seemed to lose meaning, the sand in the hourglass slowing its flow, allowing Lynch more time to observe and learn. No creatures disturbed them, as the residents left the area at the great serpent's eye signal, leaving only peace and leisure behind.

The Mage's robe swept over the hard asphalt without a sound; only the wind mixed with breathing and the rhythmic thud of the Arcane Wand accompanied Lynch's steps.

The Mage finally stopped in front of a fruit stand at the market's far corner. Like elsewhere, the great serpent had removed any potential noise that could disturb Lynch's thoughts, leaving only them in the market. Lynch stooped to pick up an orange, weighing it lightly in his hand. The fragrance wafted from his palm, and the tangerine's bright color resembled blazing flames.

"Is this what you call science?" Lynch placed the orange in his pocket and set a Gold Coin on the stall, precisely where the orange was. "I've never seen such plump fruit, so I can't judge its price. If a Gold Coin isn't enough, you make up the difference."

"What if I tell you this orange is cheaper than any in the Anriel World?" The great serpent smiled: "I can increase the yield of all produce tenfold without adding any burden."

"Did you also kill the gods of nature and agriculture?" Lynch asked, somewhat surprised.

"No! I don't need to do that!" The great serpent laughed twice, raising its arms high with pride in its eyes: "This is the power of science! The power of knowledge and technology! I can give any creature the ability to soar in the sky, I can turn the seabed and desolate lands into granaries, I can make daylight never fade, and I can let knowledge be passed down through the ages."