The blood mist gradually dissipated, revealing five items.
A turquoise, jade-like lotus flower, a violet gemstone, a purple talisman, a weapon, and a wisp of violet soul energy.
With a wave of her hand, the woman in green drew the five items toward John. As they floated in front of him, a soft, ethereal voice echoed in his mind: “Do not refine these. Seek the Immortal Bone, Immortal Body, Immortal Sword, and Spirit Sense.”
John stared in stunned silence at the apparition of the woman in green, certain that the voice had come from her.
Rumble…
Suddenly, the sky darkened further as a mass of ominous clouds gathered overhead. Thunder rumbled, and an even more terrifying aura than the Blood Fiend’s filled the air.
“A god!” John gasped. He recognized the feeling all too well-it was the sign of a god’s avatar descending.
The space around them was still locked, and beneath the roiling black clouds, a massive, menacing face appeared.
It was the avatar of a god.
The Blood Fiend had only been a demigod, but this face in the sky, though just an avatar, belonged to a true god, far beyond the power of the Blood Fiend.
In the sky, the green-clad woman’s apparition flared with power, matching the aura of the god’s avatar.
But this clash of titanic energies caused immense suffering for John and the others. Caught between the god’s avatar and the green-clad woman’s apparition, they were overwhelmed by the sheer power radiating from both.
Explosions erupted around them as the two forces collided, creating waves of destructive energy.
John and his companions were like tiny boats in a violent storm, in danger of being wiped out at any moment.
Rumble…
Without a word exchanged, a massive bolt of lightning descended from the clouds, crackling with terrifying energy.
At the same moment, the longsword floating in front of the woman stopped spinning, its tip aimed directly at the god’s avatar.
Then, with a pulse of spatial energy, John and the others were suddenly teleported thousands of meters away.
In the distance, a colossal lightning strike crashed down, followed by a dazzling sword beam that lit up the entire sky as the two forces clashed head-on.
Buzz…
John’s ears rang from the deafening noise, and he instinctively covered them, his eyes squeezed shut against the blinding light.
Boom!
Several seconds later, the sky erupted as if the world itself were coming to an end. A ferocious wind howled, hurling John and the others into the air like leaves in a storm.
Only Tony and Ben managed to shield themselves from the terrifying blast of energy.
Fortunately, they acted in time to protect the others, preventing greater casualties.
After what felt like an eternity, the immense energy finally dissipated.
John and the rest looked around in shock, finding the landscape utterly devastated. Trees had been obliterated, and the once-thriving forest now looked like it had been ravaged by an apocalypse.
At the core of the explosion, spatial rifts appeared, only to be repaired moments later. The surrounding area, where the Orcs’ Fallen City once stood, was now completely devoid of life. The city and the entire Orc army had vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
[Announcement: Player Godslayer has destroyed the Land of Corruption Faction. The faction war system is now activated…]
Three consecutive announcements echoed across the world, sending shockwaves through the global chat.
The factions most shaken by the news were the Angel Race and the Dark Humans.
Now, in the world of Gods, only three factions remained: the Angel Race’s Temple, the Dark Humans’ Dark City, and John’s Saint Martial Sect.
…
City of Angels.
A figure appeared out of thin air and stormed toward the grand hall.
It was Robing, a tier-nine powerhouse of the Dark Humans.
“Out of my way!” he roared, shoving aside two Four-Winged Angels who tried to block him. Bursting into the hall, he angrily demanded, “Elsa, what happened? Why was the Orcs’ faction destroyed?”
Elsa sat on her throne, equally shocked by the system announcements.
Her brows furrowed as she looked at Robing and replied coldly, “I don’t know!”
“Don’t know?” Robing took a deep breath, his voice filled with urgency. “I thought the Blood Fiend was in Fallen City meditating. How could that Godslayer possibly defeat the Blood
Fiend?”
His anxiety was palpable-if Godslayer could destroy the Orcs’ Land of Corruption, he could surely destroy Robing’s own Dark City.
After all, Dark City had no demigod to protect it, making it even weaker than the Orcs’ faction had been.
“Are you asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?” Elsa shot back, equally frustrated.
The moment she received the system announcement, she had tried to contact the God of Light, but there had been no response.
She could only assume that the Blood Fiend had already returned to the godly realm and wasn’t present in the Land of Corruption. Otherwise, there was no way a mere human could have wiped out the Orcs’ faction.
Even so, with three tier-nine powerhouses defending Fallen City, the fact that Godslayer could annihilate them meant he possessed the means to kill tier-nine powerhouses- a terrifying
prospect.
This realization filled Elsa with dread.
Now, her only hope was Tracy.
She had to eliminate Godslayer before he reached tier six, or else even the Angel Race would
be in danger.
“Hmm?” Elsa’s expression brightened suddenly. She sensed that Tracy had awakened from
her seclusion.
It seemed she had finally broken through to the tenth level of the Godpath technique. Relieved, Elsa turned back to Robing, her voice icy. “I have important matters to attend to. You should return to Dark City. I’ll inform you if there’s any news. Dismiss him!”
With that, she vanished into thin air.
Two angels entered the hall, gesturing for Robing to leave.
“Dammit!” Robing cursed under his breath, but knowing better than to linger in the City of Angels, he spun on his heel and stormed out.
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Eternal Forest.
The clash between the green-clad woman’s apparition and the god’s avatar had finally dissipated. John and the others rushed forward to assess the scene.
The surrounding area was a void-completely annihilated. Only the Sword of Divinity and Demons and the Three-Foot Black Dragon Sword remained, quietly embedded in the ground.
A faint crack had appeared along the surface of the Three-Foot Black Dragon Sword.
John was shocked.
Just how terrifying was the force of that collision? It had nearly destroyed a divine weapon.
And that was only the power of a god’s avatar-if it had been the presence of a true god, the devastation would have been unimaginable.
But what intrigued him even more was the mysterious woman.
“Two elders,” John turned to Tony and Ben, asking, “Who was that woman in green?”
The two exchanged a glance before shaking their heads in unison. “We don’t know!” they replied, their voices synchronized.
John frowned. Their reaction clearly suggested they knew something, but they weren’t willing
to tell him.
His thoughts drifted to the Azure Family. The masters from the Azure Family he had encountered before could also use Sword Mastery, though their skills were far weaker.
Testing his theory, he asked, “Was that woman from Earth?”
Again, they shook their heads vigorously, their replies still in unison. “We don’t know.”
John resisted the urge to curse. But from their evasive answers, his suspicions seemed to be
confirmed.
It became clear to him that Earth’s world, particularly the Ancient Martial Arts Families, wasn’t the most powerful force in play. There were even more formidable sects that practiced
immortal cultivation.
But centuries ago, these cultivation sects had mysteriously vanished, leaving only the Azure Family—a family far superior to ordinary Ancient Martial Arts clans, seemingly tied to these long-lost sects.
If his guess was correct, then the Azure Family definitely knew more than they were letting
on.
“Azure Family…” John muttered to himself. It seemed he needed to find the location of the Azure Family and pay them a visit.
“Let’s head back to the Land of Death.” John reminded the group, mentally connecting to the Land of Death, and teleported everyone there, including Tony and Ben.
The familiar energy of the place washed over them, and the group collectively sighed in relief.
It felt like they had narrowly escaped death.
“Huh? The Tree of Life! And Vein of the Earth!” Tony exclaimed, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the towering tree and the shimmering lake beside it.
He turned to John, saying, “Kid, you’ve got some real treasures here.”
John shot him a glance. “You planning on staying here?”
Black Turtle, standing nearby, looked at Tony with hopeful eyes.
He had once been the strongest in this realm, but the arrival of Sara and the others had
diminished his and the Beast Clan’s significance.
“I’ll pass,” Tony shook his head. He was on the verge of comprehending the dark Power of
Laws. While the abundant spiritual energy here was impressive, it wasn’t suited to his path of
enlightenment.
“Behemoth!” Tony called, turning to the massive figure. “This Tree of Life can help you regenerate your lost arm.”
Behemoth’s eyes widened in delight, his voice trembling with excitement. “Thank you, my
lord.”
Tony approached the Tree of Life.
John and the others followed, their faces filled with curiosity, unsure how Tony intended to
restore Behemoth’s arm.
Splash!
Suddenly, the surface of the Vein of the Earth rippled, and a skeleton shot out of the water.
“Hahaha, kid, I’ve broken through-” It was the Undead Lord, about to boast to John, but he
froze mid-sentence as he noticed the powerful figures gathered around. His soul fire flickered nervously in his eye sockets.
“Undead Lord!” Tony bellowed, and both he and Ben moved to strike.
“Ah, damn it! You two are still alive?” the Undead Lord cursed, diving back into the Vein of the
Earth with a splash, trying to hide.
Whoosh!
Tony raised his hand, causing the waters of the vein of the Earth to boil violently.
The Undead Lord shot back out of the water, panic-stricken. He looked at John, pleading,
“Kid, save me!”
The boiling water formed into a giant hand that grasped him tightly.
Tony, however, didn’t finish him off. He turned to John and asked, “Has this guy joined you as
well?”
John nodded. “Yes, let him go. He’s one of ours.”
“Hmph, lucky for you,” Tony snorted, flinging the Undead Lord aside.
The Undead Lord tumbled across the ground, rolling to a stop in a heap, before quickly
scurrying behind John, still shaking with fear.
Even at his peak, he had been no match for Tony, let alone now, after only regaining a fraction
of his former strength.
“Kid, I’m borrowing a branch from your tree!” Tony said, and with a flash of cold light, he
severed a thick branch from the Tree of Life.
John winced.
Although removing the branch wouldn’t harm the Tree of Life itself, it was an elven treasure.
Even a single branch was incredibly precious.
Whoosh!
The branch was wrapped in water elemental energy under Tony’s control, slowly reshaping
itself into the form of an arm.
It was a massive, stone-like arm, thick as a pillar.
“Behemoth!” Tony called out.
Understanding, Behemoth stepped forward immediately and knelt.
The branch-formed arm connected to his shoulder, and a stream of water from the Vein of the
Earth flowed into the branch, bringing it to life as veins and sinews formed, giving it the appearance of a living limb.