Chapter 405: I Lend You My Mark

Compared to the things inside the Divine Realm, the Divine Realm itself is the most precious treasure, especially this kind of independent-space Divine Realm, which can, to some extent, be used as a storage space.

After retracting the Divine Realm, Ang stamped on the ground, and a gap immediately appeared before him.

Ang walked inside; the gap did not vanish—only when he was no longer inside could it be closed.

After thinking for a moment, Ang focused his mind, reached out, and pulled out a fresh, tender beetroot, tossing it into the Divine Realm.

This bizarre action puzzled Negrilis for a long time, until several hours later, when Ang reopened the Divine Realm and took out the fresh, tender beetroot, did she finally understand what Ang was doing.

"Is time stagnant inside the Divine Realm?" Negrilis asked.

Ang nodded.

"That's too bad—then you can't store living beings. Its usefulness is greatly reduced." Negrilis lamented.

Many independent spaces with stagnant time exist—not only Divine Realms, but also some special storage spaces, all of which have time stagnant relative to the outside world.

No one knows the principle behind it, but one thing is certain: no living being with a soul can be stored in any stagnant-time space. That is, it cannot, like the Palace of Rest, hold skeletons, necromancers, or living creatures, nor can one establish boundaries within it to grow things.

As a result, its range of use is greatly reduced.

…

Taking the sword, restored to perfect condition, Luokesi stared at it in disbelief, examining it up and down, then looking at Du Luo: "Really fixed? They said only an Alchemy Master could repair it properly—were they lying to charge me a high price?"

Du Luo's cheek twitched: "You compare me to an Alchemy Master? That's an insult. Try the sword."

Alchemy Master refers to an Alchemist of Master rank.

Du Luo, the King of Alchemy, was a god in the field of Alchemy—otherwise, how could he have his own exclusive palace, like the Bronze Dragon and the Witch?

Comparing him to those commoners isn't an insult—what is it? He's forged many divine artifacts; repairing a broken sword is nothing.

Luokesi swung the repaired longsword lightly, and her face instantly lit up with delight. Without thinking, she executed a reverse cut and spun a sword flourish, exclaiming excitedly: "What a miraculous sword—I feel no weight or air resistance."

But Du Luo frowned: "No, you're not unleashing its true power. When I repaired it, I sensed its properties—this sword should be called the Guardian Divine Sword. It has a protective ability."

Luokesi swung it hard several times, even channeling her battle aura—but apart from emitting black sword beams, nothing special happened.

"No good. Maybe you lack divine power. Hand it to my lord for a try." Du Luo said.

Luokesi clutched the Divine Sword tightly to her chest: "No no, it's already perfect for me—I'll just use it like this."

"I'm not asking your opinion." Du Luo rolled his eyes, lunged forward, snatched the sword away in a few swift motions, and handed it to Ang: "My lord, please try activating it with the divine power of War and Protection."

Ang channeled the divine power of War and Protection into the Divine Sword. The blade glowed, pulsing as if some force were about to burst free from it.

Luokesi 's eyes widened in astonishment, fixed intently on Ang's movements. Indeed, her own power could not activate the sword—she could not unleash its true power. But why could Ang? What kind of power was this?

At that moment, Ang suddenly frowned, turned his head toward her, and swung the longsword in her direction. A beam of light shot toward her.

Luokesi had no thought of resistance—Du Luo had disarmed her barehanded, let alone his master, Ang. So she dropped to the ground, covering her head, and screamed.

"Aaaah! Don't kill me!"

She felt a force strike her body—but caused no harm. After a few screams, she lifted her head in confusion, only to see a semi-transparent shield enveloping her. Ang, who had been over ten meters away, now stood right before her.

"This… is this teleportation? Or did you just jump over?" Negrilis exclaimed in disbelief, for just now, when Ang swung the sword, a beam struck Luokesi, detonating a shield—and at the same instant, Ang appeared inside the shield.

The shield was the Barrier of Protection—nothing surprising there. But Ang appearing inside it? That was astonishing, because no one had seen him move.

Ang tilted his head: "The light pulled me in."

Okay, Negrilis understood—the light from Ang's sword had drawn him into the Barrier of Protection.

"No wonder it's called the Guardian Divine Sword—it's practically a bodyguard's divine artifact. Zzzt! Instantly appears beside the one to protect, while deploying the Barrier of Protection, plus shield and sword—few attacks can break through such defense." Du Luo said.

"Yeah, this sword would suit Lu Se well. Why not keep it for him? Giving it to Luokesi is a waste." Negrilis said.

"Not a waste, not a waste!" Luokesi protested quickly: "I can use it well—it's my sword. You can't take it away!"

"How? You can't channel the War Divine Power. All you can do is chop things with it. Let's swap it for something else." Negrilis said.

Luokesi 's eyes darted, then she dropped to her knees with a thud: "I offer you my soul, my lord. Please grant me the Divine Power of War and Peace."

She had finally seen clearly: these beings were absurdly powerful—one could repair a Divine Sword effortlessly, another could snatch away the Divine Realm and Divine Seal, and wield divine power. Weren't they gods? This was a thick, powerful leg to cling to.

She also realized these people strictly followed rules—even after she offended them multiple times, they never got angry.

Even that book, which had been so furious it nearly jumped out of its pages, had only threatened her verbally—no extreme actions.

Even now, they could have simply taken the sword—but they clearly had no such intention, as if they didn't care much about the Guardian Divine Sword.

Only that book kept nagging, but it seemed more like revenge for earlier incidents.

With such a powerful, rule-abiding giant leg—why not cling on fast?

Her soul flame rose—but Ang did not take it. Instead, he tilted his head and asked: "Can you farm?"

"Huh?"

"No." Ang shook his head, refusing. Seeing her reaction, he knew she couldn't. He casually tossed the sword back to her.

The sword was useless to Ang. His own War and Protection Divine Aspect could already activate the Barrier of Protection. He didn't know how to use a sword, nor did he need to teleport to protect anyone—others protected him, not the other way around.

Luokesi held the sword, bewildered. If Ang had merely refused, she might have thought he was being modest—but now he'd thrown it back to her. It was clear: he truly didn't want it.

Sentient beings sometimes behave strangely: when others reject something, they feel disrespected and become determined to cling to it anyway.

She darted her eyes, then said: "My lord, accept my allegiance. I can lend you the Mark of my House of the Reborn."