“Hmph!” Cand-Dragon snorted coldly, his gaze sharp and unkind. “Kid, I’ve saved your life twice. The debt between you and the Beast Clan is settled. The next time we meet, we’ll be enemies.”
“Lord Cand-Dragon, please don’t!” Tony interjected urgently, even bringing up John’s identity as the prophesied savior.
Ben, who stood beside them, also pleaded, “Lord Cand-Dragon, the Godslayer is the key to defeating the gods.”
Boom!
Suddenly, a deafening buzz erupted in John’s mind. He, Tony, and Ben simultaneously coughed up blood, their souls wounded.
The soul connection between them had been forcibly severed, and the constraints of their soul contract vanished.
Such terrifying power!
John looked at Cand-Dragon, shock written all over his face.
He had a soul contract with the Beast Clan’s roc as well, but during the recent conflict with the gods, roc had fallen.
Cand-Dragon glanced at the three of them, his expression haughty. “I have been resurrected. I have no need for a savior!”
“Let’s go!” With a wave of his hand, he prepared to lead the Beast Clan powerhouses away.
“Senior, wait.” John stepped forward to block his path, speaking earnestly, “I need to know- where are the bodies of The Immortals?”
Cand-Dragon frowned and stared at him coldly. “They’ve all perished. Their souls have scattered, and their Divine Souls have been obliterated.”
“What?” John exclaimed in shock, unable to accept this. “Is that really true?”
He suspected Cand-Dragon was lying, perhaps to prevent him from resurrecting The Immortals, as their return could pose a threat to the Beast Clan’s supremacy.
“Hmph, do you think I would lie to you?” Cand-Dragon’s tone was icy as he continued, “Although I detest The Immortals, I also respect those people. They sacrificed their soul power and performed a technique to reverse the flow of time…”
He stopped speaking abruptly, having already deduced John’s true identity.
“What?” John took a step back, realizing that his own rebirth might indeed be connected to The Immortals.
But could it be that so many Immortal-level beings sacrificed their lives just to bring him back?
Was it really worth it?
The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. How could he, a single individual, possibly contend with the gods?
Moreover, the Demon Race clearly harbored great hostility toward him, and the Beast Clan was equally unwelcoming.
Seeing John’s dejected expression, Cand-Dragon seemed momentarily moved.
He, too, had once experienced such powerlessness. When the Beast Clan’s world was annihilated, he had been just like John-watching his people perish, helpless in the face of the overwhelming power of the gods.
“When you reach my level of strength, human, you will truly understand how insignificant you are,” Cand-Dragon said, before turning away without another word, leading the Beast Clan away.
Tony and Ben hesitated for a moment but eventually followed.
“Godslayer, take care!” Ben grasped John’s hand firmly.
“Don’t do anything behind my back,” Cand-Dragon’s cold voice called out.
Ben dared not linger any longer and quickly chased after the others.
John looked down at his palm in confusion. Two small words had been scribbled there: Jean. “What’s this supposed to mean? Why does everyone keep speaking in riddles?” He muttered to himself, unable to decipher the message.
Jean was the Flower Fairy of the Beast Clan, but what secret could she be hiding?
Tony had mentioned before that Jean could help him awaken his bloodline.
But now John had already awakened his bloodline-the formidable Divine Dragon bloodline.
He couldn’t figure out what other mysteries Jean might hold.
“Forget it, let’s head back to Death Land,” John decided, transporting himself back to his domain.
The battle with the gods had inflicted heavy casualties on both the Demon Race and the Beast Clan. Even his trusted subordinates, Thunder and the Death Demon General, had perished- this time, completely obliterated.
The only silver lining was that Avis, being weaker, had not entered the Void Area and thus survived.
“Master!” Avis stood beneath the colossal sword, curiosity written all over his face. Seeing John appear, he rushed over immediately and asked with concern, “Did you defeat the gods?”
John shook his head. “There were complications. I didn’t find The Immortals, but I did resurrect the powerhouses of the Demon Race and the Beast Clan. With them holding back the gods, I should be safe from any immediate action.”
He brushed the matter aside and asked curiously, “So, have you been able to obtain The Immortals’ legacy?”
“This is… The Immortals’ legacy?” Avis was stunned. Although he hadn’t witnessed the great war of The Immortals firsthand, he had heard stories of their immense power and terrifying
abilities.
He continued, “Master, there is indeed a force within this sword that calls out to me, but it won’t let me refine it.”
“Is that so?” John was puzzled. Could The Immortals’ legacy include something specifically suited for Avis?
He reached out again to touch the massive sword, but this time, there was no reaction at all.
It seemed that only by descending into the world of Gods could he refine The Immortals’
legacy.
He frowned, feeling torn, and let out a helpless sigh.
He had been planning for so long, risking his life multiple times, resurrecting the Demon Race and the Beast Clan, only to discover in the end that The Immortals had vanished.
It was a truth he found difficult-impossible-to accept.
Gently stroking the blade of the giant sword, he closed his eyes and murmured softly, “Seniors… what do you want me to do?”
The giant sword remained silent, unmoved, offering no response.
“‘Enter the game with your own body,” John whispered to himself, taking a deep breath
before opening his eyes, his gaze resolute and unwavering.
“Avis, I’ll be gone for a while,” he instructed. Then, he privately messaged Chris and Ritchie, asking them to log off the game-they had urgent matters to discuss.
…
In the real world, John sat before the game pod for a long time, staring at everything around him as if it were all from a previous life.
He had already died once, and now he was saying a final goodbye to this world. There should be no lingering attachment.
In this lifetime, he had to prevent disaster from striking. If he didn’t, it would mean failing all the Immortal powerhouses who had sacrificed themselves for him.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from outside the door.
It was Ritchie and Chris.
John collected his thoughts, stood up, and glanced at Sini’s figure resting inside the game
pod. A soft smile tugged at his lips.
He wasn’t planning on telling Sini about his descent into the world of Gods-there was no
need to make her worry.
“Boss, what’s so important that you had to discuss it in the real world?” Ritchie’s voice
sounded, and the door swung open.
Armstrong and Peter followed closely behind.
“Senior.” John first bowed respectfully to Chris, then nodded at Armstrong, inviting everyone
to take a seat.
He retrieved a small wooden box from a cabinet nearby and slid it across the table to Chris.
Peter, curious, opened the box and was astonished. “Spatial stones? Brother-in-law, what’s
this all about?”
Peter and Ritchie had both participated in the operation against the Mike White Family and had seen spatial stones before. They knew these stones were the key to descending into the
world of Gods.
John looked at Chris and said, “Senior, I’ve found the legacy of The Immortals. It exists only in the world of Gods, and only by descending there can one obtain it.”
Chris nodded, not questioning further, and simply said, “Tell me, what do you need me to
do?”
John smiled faintly, feeling the unconditional trust Chris had in him.
He began, “There’s been a major upheaval in the world of Gods. My previous plan failed-I didn’t find The Immortals. Instead, I inadvertently resurrected the Demon Race, the Beast Clan, and many other powerful beings. To stop them now, our only hope is to descend into the world of Gods ourselves, obtain The Immortals’ legacy, and perhaps gain a fighting chance.” He paused, realizing the gravity of what he was asking. After a moment of silence, he continued, “Here are 307 spatial stones. I hope the Blues Family can select 307 of their most powerful fighters-or the most talented individuals-to descend into the world of Gods and seek the legacy of The Immortals. However, these people…”
“I understand.” Chris interrupted with a calm smile, then turned to look at Armstrong and Peter. “Which of you two will stay behind?”
“Father, let Peter stay,” Armstrong replied immediately.
“No, I’m going,” Peter objected, shaking his head. “Plus, I’m stronger than Dad. I’m the
better choice.”
With John’s assistance and the merging attributes of the world of Gods with reality, Peter’s current strength indeed surpassed Armstrong’s.
Chris glanced at the two men and spoke decisively, “Peter, the future of the Blues Family is
now in your hands.”
“Grandpa, I… I’m not capable…” Peter stammered, but Chris cut him off.
“Don’t bring shame to the Blues Family name. The Blues Family has endured for over a
thousand years. It didn’t fall during my time, and it certainly won’t fall during yours. Don’t worry, I’ll clear any obstacles in your path,” Chris reassured him, his stern expression softening into a gentle smile. Though he was strict with Peter, his affection for his family ran
even deeper.
“Father, are you planning to go too?” Armstrong asked, unable to hide his reluctance. Chris’s eyes flashed with pride as he replied calmly, “Is there anyone else in the entire Blues Family who’s more qualified than I am?”
Both father and son wanted to say more, but Chris raised his hand to silence them. “Boss, what about me?” Ritchie looked at John, his voice laced with anticipation. He, too,
wanted to descend into the world of Gods.
“You can’t.” John rejected him outright, his tone firm. “Ritchie, your legion is the last line of defense. If we fail, the fate of Earth will be in your hands.”
John knew what awaited them in the world of Gods-resurrected gods from various powerful races. One misstep could mean complete annihilation. This was his final, desperate gambit. Ritchie forced a bitter smile. “Boss, if you fail… do you really think I can stop any of this from
happening?”
John placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “Just do your best.” Ritchie nodded resolutely. He didn’t say much more, but John knew what he meant.
John glanced at his game pod, then instructed, “Don’t tell Sini about this. I don’t want her to
worry. And remove my game pod. Tell her I’ve entered a secret area for training and that, for
safety reasons, it’s been moved to the military compound. We’ll meet up in the world of
Gods.”
As he spoke, a spatial stone appeared in his hand. It was the same one he had received from Toby during the operation against the Mike White Family.
He channeled his spiritual power into the stone, activating it. In an instant, a wave of spatial energy rippled through the room, and his figure vanished without a trace.
The others exchanged glances, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on their shoulders.
They could all sense that this time, John had been pushed to the edge, forced to make a last, desperate stand.
Chris took out another spatial stone and handed it to Armstrong. “Let’s go. Peter, move John’s game pod. Make sure your sister doesn’t find out.”
“Understood.” Peter nodded, then turned to help Ritchie move John’s game pod.
Inside another game pod:
Sini sat with her eyes tightly closed, but a single tear slid down her cheek.
Only when she was certain everyone had left did she open her eyes, her expression filled with
rage.
“Hmph, you say I abandoned you? You bastard! You think you can leave me behind…” She
stood up, quickly changing into a set of black, stealthy attire. She had made up her mind to
steal a spatial stone.
She was a Shadow Assassin, a hidden class with powerful Concealment abilities. With John
gone, there was no one here who could detect her presence.
…