Chapter 38

Many gods also smiled and greeted him.

Li Yue returned the greeting:

"Greetings, all."

Afterwards, he found his enthusiastic neighbor, the Spring God, and stood beside him.

"Why don't I have such good luck as you?"

"It's truly enviable."

the Spring God whispered.

"Perhaps... it's because I'm handsome."

Li Yue shrugged, feigning depth.

Not long after.

Except for one God of Archery, the gods from the last private room gathering

had all arrived.

"No need to wait."

"The God of Archery perished three months ago."

"Let's go."

the God of Hail said indifferently.

He led the way toward the towering Teleportation Temple.

"... Perished..."

Li Yue was stunned.

As expected.

Although gods have endless lifespans,

they are not secure from worry from now on.

Qihar, who died by his hand,

and the current God of Archery,

were merely insignificant reflections in the vast City of Gods!

The Teleportation Temple.

was a structure within the City of Gods.

It was not built by any god.

It belonged to the rules of the City of Gods itself.

Through the Teleportation Hall,

one could teleport a god's believers to any location on the Immortal Continent.

Of course,

you need to know the coordinates.

As for the gods themselves,

they cannot descend to the Immortal Continent.

Therefore, gods themselves cannot use the Teleportation Temple.

"The coordinates of the Divine Domain must never be leaked..."

"Otherwise, one might become a hunting target for other gods."

Li Yue murmured in his heart.

Among the true gods' believers, semi-divine existences could actually appear!

Such semi-gods

were entirely appendages of true gods.

They were not gods recognized by the City of Gods.

Essentially,

they were still god-believers.

They could appear on the Immortal Continent.

And those semi-gods—

though their strength could not compare to that of orthodox gods like them,

if there were just a few more of them,

they could completely slaughter their believers.

Even break into the Divine Domain and slay their physical forms!

"Here are the coordinates."

After everyone entered a separate, private room,

the voice of the God of Hail rang in the ears of all the gods.

A set of extremely complex coordinates appeared in the minds of the gods.

The next moment—

Li Yue communicated with the Teleportation Temple—

"Teleport my believer Fu Luli to this location."

"It requires consuming 10,000 faith power. Shall we teleport?"

"Teleport!"

More than thirty li outside the Gwushu Tribe.

On a small hill, Fu Luli waited, full of spirit.

At this moment.

She was no longer in the form of a massive black dragon.

Instead, she had turned into human form.

This was the innate magic of the Dragon Clan.

Even black dragons could do it.

Her figure was slender, her two long legs straight; she wore a black tight-fitting suit and had short hair.

She looked fresh and capable, yet carried an air of dominance.

Deep within her eyes, a trace of blood-red occasionally flashed, bloodthirsty and cruel.

"He's here!"

Suddenly—

A wave of fluctuation enveloped her.

Her entire body slowly vanished from the spot.

Wuma Grand Canyon.

Fu Luli's figure suddenly appeared.

And at the same time—

A large number of professionals appeared out of thin air, just like her.

Among them.

There were elves, orcs, shark-men, goblins...

All sorts of kinds, at least more than twenty races.

"Is that the ruin our God spoke of?"

Fu Luli glanced at those 'pathetically weak' Rank 3 professionals.

Her gaze then turned forward.

There stood two pitch-black, twisted, and towering dead trees.

On the dead trees.

Still lingered a trace of cold and brutal aura.