Chapter 332: A Little Mouth Harder Than the Aurora Dance

The Dense Forest God was stunned by the words, wondering how my riding a horse could know that this is your Divine Realm!

The Divine Realms of everyone have clearly been placed into small worlds carved out with spatial magic, so how could any deity have directly established their headquarters in the underground of the main world?

Aren't you afraid of someone stealing your home? You're seriously a lunatic!

Actually, if it were only that, the Dense Forest God would secretly break a small defense in his heart, but the biggest problem is that the other side's "Invader" theory isn't entirely wrong.

As the largest group of elders in the Yangyue World, each person owns a massive corporate conglomerate, and Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen's interactions have strict diplomatic rules that have existed since ancient times.

In short—if the king doesn't meet the king, they can negotiate rather than fight.

Of course, since it's "since ancient times," deities have broken the rule before, but as a lucky one who finally reached the pinnacle with fully mature mind and power, daring to violate even this fundamental rule that keeps the circle functioning… no one can imagine what they still want to do!

Godslayer: Huh, thinking about me?

Therefore, even the most chaotic, most evil terrifying deities must maintain some order in this matter, after all no one wants to trigger global peers' PTSD and be treated as the Godslayer's second generation, with everyone launching a full‑scale assault to kill them alive.

So the Dense Forest God, originally furious and wanting to seize the pretext of the other's meddling to launch a prosecution, was suddenly placed in a rather passive position.

If a fight actually broke out, before I could even dodge there'd be a crack and the bitter tea seed would spill, leaving me without any resolve to even negotiate.

As the most helpful, most understanding, and most unwilling to see others in trouble neighbor in the Yangyue World, Ji Ming naturally would not just watch the Dense Forest God be embarrassed, but offered a very appropriate and considerate suggestion.

"Ha, each take a step back? The great Dense Forest never retreats!"

Now there's only one Life Sovereign; if I slay them and also fill the old elf Lao Deng's military slot, wouldn't everything be fine?

???

So the Dense Forest entered an awkward state: fight, can't win; flee, might not escape; in short, can't go up or down, they're stuck.

Dense Forest God: Alright, alright!

Cough.

—Is this a plea for mercy!

Nevertheless, using such a simple threat to make the countless Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen outside, who were swaggering, convey in front of me a "there were many people outside just now, I'm at fault, I kneel to you" meaning, also counts as overachieving Ji Ming's strategic objective.

… Oh, you're at a loss for words, huh? Then I'll say the rest.

Ji Ming wondered how this old scruffy guy's little mouth could be harder than that of Aurora Dance, his front leg still mocking game mechanics, while his back leg turned into a filial son kneeling for premium resources.

… Actually, if it only got to this point, there is still a chance to break the deadlock; after all, making mistakes isn't scary, being discovered is.

Even one's own true form entering another's Divine Realm to fight against the wind may not guarantee victory; hoping to rely on such a thing to conduct an away battle and still solo‑kill through is a bit wishful.

"It's simple: I take a step back, consider it a loss, play the blind man, treat today's incident as never happened, turn the page on everything here, and neither of us will mention it again."

"Then you take a step back and leave this avatar as compensation; my Divine Realm only has one tree, and with yours we can have one on each side of the gate, which looks a bit more respectable."

"Dense Forest, since you also don't want today's events here known to outsiders, how about we each take a step back?"

"…But considering this is our first meeting, as an elder deity, willing to give some younger ones some face, why don't you first state your conditions?"

Then the truly terrifying part arrived—They repeatedly weighed both sides' strength and realized they had no certainty of cutting the roots!

Although they had tormented this old elf for five hundred years, almost using her as a testing ground for various new curses, the beings forced down by those curses are still just ordinary small avatars.

This stalemate, almost setting a record for how quickly a character gets beaten upon entry, left them in a pitiful confusion, unable to utter a single word for half a day.

—Can't win, really can't win!

So they no longer troubled them, or rather did not continue to make things difficult for the Dense Forest God over this trivial matter, and frankly said.

This is also why Ji Ming, in the guise of Teacher Tony, without a word shaved their head; the Dense Forest God still didn't dare to retaliate, only dared to have a good son experience electroshock therapy, the fundamental reason.

The Dense Forest, hearing that, was stunned again, thinking how could such a shameless suggestion exist in this world; even my weak avatar is over seventy levels, and you with that dead‑question‑mark face and tiny mouth just want to take it away?

Such a heavy loss he could not accept; this concerns a deity's face!

But just as he was still tangled in pros and cons, the ground beneath the tree roots inexplicably began to tremble.

The next second, the earth cracked, and a mud monster, longer and more twisted than him, with a stranger structure, covered in various limbs and eyes of all sizes, crawled out, opening countless mouths that emitted a sharp sound like a gale whipping sand.

"What?"

And that's not all; the Dense Forest then realized the Life Sovereign's Divine Realm was bizarrely strange—relying on endless lightning chains to limit its movement, yet it kept deceiving its own perception.

Because they suddenly sensed several highly dangerous auras appearing out of nowhere very close, rapidly closing in from all directions.

When they looked around, good fellows, angelic giant dragon spider‑queen lich, Feather Person, werewolf, leopard‑person, dwarf…

It's as if a third‑rate writer's white novel managed to cram these completely contradictory races and stances into a single camp!

And although the level gaps between them are larger than the status gaps, the three leading giants all outrank this avatar.

If these beasts all pounce together, my tiny body… I'd probably have every branch snapped and used as firewood!

The Dense Forest God, silenced by this display, then saw the Life Sovereign make an exaggerated wave.

"Hm? I'm just chatting with an old friend I met three minutes ago; why did you all suddenly show up? So rude, step back!"

As soon as those words were spoken, the high‑level forces surrounding them vanished into thin air under their eyes, as if they never appeared.

But they swear, those damned guys not only didn't leave, they were specifically summoned by the Life Sovereign to threaten them!

Damn it, they even dare to threaten this deity!

…Then this time I really surrender, bro ORZ

Both fighting and fleeing were completely sealed off; having witnessed the Life Sovereign's depth, the Dense Forest God now lost any courage to bargain, and gladly accepted the other's proposal, offering this avatar as a gift.

"Impossible, impossible, your gift is far too valuable; here, take this bottle of incense as a return gift."

Looking at the high‑quality elixir in hand, the Dense Forest God's mood eased a bit; it seems the Life Sovereign, though treacherous, still knows some etiquette.

Nevertheless, still resentful, they remained unsatisfied, feeling they still needed to save face, and tentatively asked.

"I accept your friendship, but since we've already settled this, shouldn't that heavily sinful old elf also…"

The Life Sovereign let out a puzzled sound.

"Hm? What old elf, why are you suddenly trying to awaken memories I've forgotten."

"You!"

This time the Dense Forest God was completely broken, even forgetting to arrange a next meeting, and with a cold snort withdrew their divine sense, leaving the now soulless avatar behind.

"Sigh, this old man really is no good. I only said a couple of words—why is he getting angry? Looks like I still need to practice that Qi‑nurturing skill!"

Then he employed the Divine Compression Technique he had used twice before and was already quite experienced with, compressing the hideously eyesore of a massive tree standing here into a single seed.

In theory, as long as the young master cooperates, he can also fuse the Forest God's power contained within this into his second form,

perhaps the strength lies not in quantity but in refinement; according to usual settings, the wood attribute seems to have no real compressive resistance as a C‑type, supporting death like a tentacle playing with bindings, and, like hypnosis, feeding drugs, so the positioning repeats to the point that even its role as fusion material loses meaning.

Nevertheless, it's still a good thing and can't just be wasted here, so Ji Ming thought for a moment and found the most suitable place for it.

"Ge Rui Sen, haven't you been developing all sorts of tree‑people lately? Here, take this and study how the Forest God's power works, see if you can become a plant‑type deity yourself."

No one proficient in wood‑element magic could refuse such a precious item; it is the complete avatar of the world's foremost wood deity. After thanking him profusely, Ge Rui Sen hurried back to Sacred Tree Lake and began reverse‑engineering it.

I wonder what spectacular expression the Forest God will make the next time it sees me, discovering that I can use its own spell against it?

Ji Ming chuckled inwardly, intending to go see how his teacher was doing.

Meanwhile, in the southern border of Shen Lin Wang Guo, a solitary eagle swooped across the sky, overlooking the dense forest on the rocky, wool‑like mountains below.

Although it was the Dragon‑Rise land of the former Lion‑Heart King, the southern border was already a mountainous, heavily forested region, yet the eagle still found the scene before it oddly inexplicable.

The colors of the foliage were absurdly vivid, like a child's simple drawing on paper; the colors of the forest flowers were also distorted, resembling an eye that only gazes upward at the sky.

Unfortunately, with the intellect of an ordinary bird, how could it conjure such complex fantasies, let alone associate them with the lethal threat of instant death for intruders?

So it didn't even think; its brain was scorched, and it fell rigidly amid the dazzling forest scenery, drowned in the silent vitality of the place.

"Oh, another ignorant and fearless flying insect."

A mocking laugh echoed from above; it came from a spire that pierced the sky like a sword thrust from the mountains, the very nest the eagle had previously tried to claim.

However, the prized spot had clearly been claimed by someone else, and the silent slaughter before him caused no psychological stir; instead, he felt a wave of fatigue, unable to resist standing up from the nest, spreading his wings and stretching lazily.

If Ji Ming were present, seeing this dog‑like figure would surely remind him of his own lazy dragon; in fact, it is indeed a dragon, but it appears even lazier than Bu Long Fei Er De, so lazy that even flesh refuses to grow, leaving only a skeleton.

Unlike the skeletal colossi of the bizarre race, it lacks the repulsive aura of the dead; instead, like everything around it, it exudes a heavy, nauseating vitality.

Consequently, the vines, tendrils, and flowers entwine his body, like a twisted set of shackles, like a host of parasitic maggots.

Yet the skeletal dragon feels none of that; after a simple stretch, it coils back smoothly, as if still alive.

However, that afternoon was doomed to keep him from restful sleep, for the next moment he sensed a consciousness descending, imposing itself upon the stone tablet before him.

He hurried out of the nest, stood before the tablet, and connected to the consciousness transmission from the divine micro‑world.

"Great deity, your loyal servant awaits your arrival!"

Green light flared on the tablet, and the voice thundered in his mind, waxing and waning.

"Ka Si De Li Ao, I have an extremely urgent and important mission for you."

"Please, go ahead."

"In the southern part of Hui Guang Kingdom, a deity called the Life Master has appeared; I want you to investigate Him."

Ka Si De Li Ao looked puzzled after listening.

"Sorry, Great Deity, I mean no offense, but couldn't this matter be handed directly to Mistress Misaela?"

Although the Forest God may not seem entirely proper, it is not the type of leader that forbids subordinates from asking questions, so it chose to explain the reason directly.

"This is a highly important target; it may later become a threat to us, so we must prepare on two fronts. You two, one overt, one covert, I need all the information!"

After saying that, the connection was cut; Ka Si De Li Ao sighed, intending to rest before setting out again, but the vines and leaves clinging to his bones dragged him forcibly away.