Chapter 122

"My Lord, that power is too strong—I now have the confidence to suppress that legendary bone dragon!"

"Moreover—"

"The Dark Flower, which once took twenty years to form, now blooms every two years!"

In the Divine Realm.

Li Yue's eyes flickered slightly.

He was not surprised by the Dark Ancient Tree's increased strength.

After all.

This is a Rank 7 epic who wields a divine position of Rank 7!

But—

The Dark Flower now blooms every two years?

This is truly unexpected good fortune!

"I searched high and low for years, and now it comes to me without effort."

He sighed.

Originally,

he had been worried about his divine power.

Too poor.

But now—

The Dark Flower blooms once every two years.

After sacrifice,

a hundredfold increase!

Whether for personal use

or for sale,

it greatly benefits his development.

He bestowed the hidden divine position upon the Dark Ancient Tree.

It was indeed the most correct decision!

He silently gave himself a nod of approval.

"Feel deeply, and ascend to demigodhood soon."

He spoke, his voice carrying to Kalim, solemn and weighty.

"I humbly obey my Lord's divine decree!"

Kalim replied respectfully.

His heart brimmed with joy.

A demigod!

A being far stronger than a legendary one!

The great Lei Ting, God of Thunder, said.

He actually had a chance to become a demigod!

Thinking of this,

his mouth stretched into a wide grin.

…

"Dead?"

In the City of the Gods, in an ordinary shop.

The Undead True God Jie Li Mai Ya frowned.

Before him,

sat quietly a young god, expressionless, with snow-white hair.

The young god wore a gray robe.

Upon it, in strange embroidery, flowed an endless river.

In his right hand,

he gently cradled a dull gray crystal ball.

His eyes were veiled in faint gray mist, indistinct.

"Divine augury again—locate the demigods near Lei Ting!"

Jie Li Mai Ya spoke.

"Three drops of divine power."

The white-haired god's voice was faint.

"Here you are."

Jie Li Mai Ya felt a pang of regret.

Yet he waved his hand.

As long as he obtained the relic's treasure,

all losses were negligible.

Instantly—

Three pale-white, spinning drops of divine power appeared in the void.

Each drop of divine power.

It all equals ten thousand threads of divine power.

Extremely precious.

The Bai Fa deity silently put it away.

He gently stroked the crystal ball in his hand.

His eyes were slightly closed.

Jie Li Mai Ya waited in silence.

He did not know how much time had passed.

On the crystal ball.

A figure appeared.

"This is the Flame Goddess; she is the deity closest to the Thunder God."

The Bai Fa deity opened his eyes.

The mist veiling his eyes dispersed, revealing two cold, starlike eyes of brilliant radiance.

Inside those eyes.

There was not a trace of emotion.

Colder than a puppet.

More heartless than a wraith.

Even when Jie Li Mai Ya, the True God of the Undead, met his gaze.

He suddenly felt a pang of dread.

"Thank you."

He dared not linger.

He left immediately.

The Bai Fa deity watched him depart in silence.

……

"My Lord, a mithril mine has been discovered three hundred and ninety kilometers to the east!"

On this day.

Li Yue was contemplating his divine office.

It had been more than half a year since he slew the God of Concealment.

Suddenly—

Fu Luli's prayer reached him.

He snapped his eyes open.