Chapter 2412: Join Hands
Chapter 2412: Join Hands
A hush fell over the chamber, the murmuring abruptly silenced. The Ancient True Gods exchanged startled glances, their eyes widening with disbelief and apprehension. The name of the God of Mortals hung heavy in the air, a figure shrouded in legend.
“The God of Mortals?” the elderly True God spoke, his voice hoarse with disbelief. “But that’s impossible. He perished during the Primordial War. How could his legacy have been passed down safely?”
“Indeed,” another True God added, his voice laced with confusion. “He fell at the Primal Chaos Wall, alongside the Gods of Time and Death, defending our world from the outlaws.”
Yun Lintian found this strange. “Where did you hear that?”
Everyone exchanged confused glances.
“Are you saying that he wasn’t dead and passed his legacy down to an inheritor?” the elderly True God asked attentively.
“Yes. There’s another version of the story,” Yun Lintian said.
He recounted the situation where the God of Mortals plotted against the God of Time and the God of Death but ended up suffering a severe injury, to the point he had to pass his legacy down to a successor.
The Ancient True Gods listened intently, their faces etched with a mixture of shock and concern. The revelation that the God of Mortals’ legacy lived on, that his inheritor sought to shatter the barrier between their worlds, filled them with a sense of dread.
“This is a grave threat,” the elderly True God declared, his voice trembling with anger. “We cannot allow this Fan Shen to succeed. If the outlaws breach the Primal Chaos Wall, our world will be plunged into chaos once more.”
“But how can we stop him?” another True God questioned, his voice laced with despair. “He wields the power of the God of Mortals, a power that far exceeds our own.”
“That’s why I’m here. We need to cooperate. If possible, I hope all of you can convince the other Ancient True Gods to join us. If I guess correctly, many of them have joined Fan Shen’s side. They are likely to be in the inner zone,” Yun Lintian said solemnly.
The Ancient True Gods nodded in agreement, their faces etched with newfound determination. They had faced countless threats, overcome countless challenges, but the prospect of the outlaws invading the Primal Chaos was a danger unlike any they had encountered before.
“So, we are heading to the inner zone?” a female True God inquired, her voice laced with uncertainty. “This Fan Shen is shrouded in mystery. We know nothing of his current whereabouts or strength.”
“You can decide among yourselves, Seniors. I’m heading there,” Yun Lintian said calmly. In fact, he didn’t have much hope for this cooperation. At the end of the day, he must rely on himself. However, there was no harm in trying. The more allies, the better.
Everyone exchanged glances and fell into deep thought. The fact that they hid themselves inside the God Tomb in the first place proved how cowardly they were. It would be difficult for them to come together and face such a terrifying threat.
Seeing this scene, He Chong looked at Yun Lintian and spoke up. “I’ll go with you. Either way, we can’t escape. It’s better to try to do something. This is clearly not the same threat as the Primordial War, but something much bigger.”
Yun Lintian nodded slightly and asked, “Senior, you are proficient in sealing techniques. Do you have a way to strengthen the Primal Chaos Wall?”
He Chong smiled bitterly. “You know that I was expelled by my master. My technique isn’t as good as any of my senior brothers’. The Primal Chaos Wall isn’t something I can interfere with.”
Yun Lintian nodded slowly. “Understandable. I was just asking.”
“Perhaps I can find a way once I recover my master’s legacy,” He Chong let out a sigh. “Unfortunately, the Heavenhold God perished in the Primordial War. Otherwise, we would still have some hope.”
“The Heavenhold God?” Yun Lintian was surprised. He thought of his nominal master, Tian Yuhan of the Heavenhold Realm. Perhaps there was a connection between them?
“The Heavenhold God is the founder of the Heavenhold God Clan. Aside from the God of Fate, he is arguably the number one formation master in the Primordial Era. His Heavenhold Sealing Formation is recognized by everyone as the strongest protective formation. Even my master couldn’t crack it,” He Chong explained.
As he listened, Yun Lintian didn’t know why he thought of Tian Yuhan more and more. After this, he would visit her and find out.
“Count me in,” the elderly True God spoke up. “He Chong is right. We can no longer escape.” The other True Gods also followed suit.
“Thank you, Seniors. Hopefully, we can resist them,” Yun Lintian said sincerely.
“Let’s go,” He Chong said and walked out, heading toward the middle zone.
He Chong led the way toward the middle zone. Yun Lintian’s group and the nine Ancient True Gods followed close behind, their footsteps echoing through the desolate landscape. The middle zone was a realm of intensified chaos, a graveyard of shattered dreams and forgotten ambitions. The remnants of fallen gods lay scattered across the barren plains, their skeletal remains a testament to the ferocity of the battles fought and lost in this cursed land. The air crackled with chaotic energy, its intensity suffocating, its power threatening to consume their very essence. The weakened God Marks, once dormant, pulsed with malevolent energy, their intricate patterns weaving a tapestry of destruction.
He Chong, his senses heightened, guided them through the treacherous terrain, navigating the labyrinth of hidden traps and dormant God Marks. His mastery over the Law of Sealing allowed him to sense the subtle fluctuations in the chaotic energy, warning them of impending danger.
“Beware,” he cautioned, his voice echoing through the desolate expanse. “The God Marks here are far more potent than those in the outer zone. They are remnants of the Primordial War, imbued with the destructive power of fallen True Gods.”
Rumble-
As they ventured deeper, the ground beneath them trembled, and a deafening roar shattered the silence. From the depths of the desolate landscape emerged a horde of God Marked Beasts, their forms shimmering with an eerie, ethereal light, their eyes burning with a
malevolent hunger.
These creatures, born from the remnants of fallen gods, were far more powerful than those they had encountered in the outer zone. Their bodies pulsed with chaotic energy, their attacks
a symphony of destruction, their very existence an affront to the natural order.
“Leave them to us,” He Chong said and stepped forward, his aura surging.