Chapter 722
Ren Xue
"The middle level is the 'Forest of Fallen Gods,' where the core souls of fallen deities are buried. Although those souls have lost most of their consciousness, they retain their fighting instincts from their previous lives, making them extremely dangerous. Moreover, the Forest of Fallen Gods is home to all sorts of strange plants, some of which can even devour divine power."
“The deepest part is the ‘core of the God’s Tomb.’ My fragmented memories contain no information about that place, only that it is the most dangerous part of the entire tomb and the core of the seal. The truth about the ancient war of the gods, as well as the clues that the Angel God may have left behind, may very well be there.”
Bibi Dong listened quietly, and only after Dai Chengfeng finished speaking did she ask, "Where is the entrance? And where is the exit?"
“There is only one entrance, on the east side of the Divine Remains Wasteland. There are three exits…” Dai Chengfeng pointed to three points of light on the map. “There is a teleportation array in the wasteland, the forest, and the core, respectively, but specific tokens are required to activate them. In my memory fragments, I only recorded the token for the wasteland exit—you need to collect ten fragments of the divine essence of different gods and offer them as a sacrifice on the altar to activate the teleportation.”
“In other words, if we want to go deeper, we have to give up the opportunity to leave the wasteland,” Tang Wulin frowned. “We can only continue forward and find the exit to the forest or the core.”
“Risks and opportunities coexist,” Bibi Dong said calmly. “The wasteland is relatively safe, but it’s impossible to find the truth about the ancient war of gods there. If you want the answer, you have to go deeper.”
Qian Renxue looked at the map, a determined light flashing in her golden eyes: "If we're going to go, we'll go to the deepest part. If there really are clues left by the Angel God in the core of the God's Tomb, then I will find them no matter what."
"I'll stay with you." Tang Wulin took her hand.
Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong, who nodded slightly: "I also came here this time to confirm something. The last fragment of the Wind God's inheritance seems to be in the Tomb of the Gods. If possible, I would like to find it."
“In that case, our goal is clear,” Qian Renxue concluded. “Enter the Tomb of the Gods, traverse the Wasteland of Gods and the Forest of Fallen Gods, and reach the core of the Tomb of the Gods. There, we will search for a way to lift the curse, investigate the truth of the ancient war of the gods, and incidentally find the fragments of the Wind God’s legacy. Then, we will leave through the exit from the core—if that exit still works.”
“The exits should still work,” Dai Chengfeng said. “My fragmented memories show that all three exits are emergency passages set up by the ancient god-kings. They will not fail unless the entire tomb collapses. But I don’t know what the token to activate the core exit is; we’ll have to find it ourselves.”
Bibi Dong stood up and looked into the distance: "Then, the plan is set. We will meet at the central hub of the God Realm in three days. Before that, everyone should be in peak condition. Once we enter the Tomb of the Gods, there will be no time to rest."
Everyone nodded and dispersed to make final preparations.
Qian Renxue walked alone to the highest point of the ruins, where the dome of the Papal Palace once stood, now only a small section of the remaining curved wall remained. She stroked the mottled stone carvings, and could vaguely make out the pattern of angel wings.
"Ancestor, what exactly did you go through back then?" she murmured to herself. "That pact, those forgotten ones, and your final choice... Ten thousand years later, your successor must confront the karma you left behind. Is this a test, or a punishment?"
No one answered in the night wind.
Only Dai Chengfeng, standing in the distance, silently watched her retreating figure, a complex light flashing in his eyes. "Angel God...Gracesia..." he murmured in a voice only he could hear, "What were you thinking ten thousand years ago?"
Three days later, at the central hub of the divine realm.
When Qian Renxue and her companions arrived, all five God-Kings were already present. In the center of the temple, a massive spatial vortex was slowly rotating, and at the other end of the vortex, a dark, desolate wasteland could be vaguely seen.
"That is the entrance to the Tomb of the Gods," Tang San said in a deep voice. "Remember, you only have three days. Whether you find what you're looking for or not, we must close the entrance by this time in three days, otherwise the seal will loosen and the things inside might escape."
"Understood." Qian Renxue nodded solemnly.
Xiao Wu stepped forward and gently hugged her: "Child, you must come back safely."
"I will, Auntie."
The God of Destruction raised his hand, and five streams of divine power were injected into the vortex, stabilizing it: "The entrance is now secure; you may enter. Remember, the flow of time inside is different from that outside, approximately one to ten. That is, three days outside is thirty days inside. These thirty days are the limit for your stay."
"Thirty days..." Tang Wulin gripped the Golden Dragon Spear tightly. "That's enough."
Bibi Dong was the first to step into the vortex. Without hesitation, she stepped in and disappeared into the swirling gray light. Dai Chengfeng followed closely behind.
Qian Renxue and Tang Wulin exchanged a glance and then stepped inside hand in hand.
After a brief period of dizziness, the four found themselves in a completely unfamiliar land.
The sky was a perpetual twilight, with dark red clouds hanging low as if they might press down at any moment. On the earth, jagged rocks and cracked soil were everywhere, devoid of any greenery. The air was filled with the stench of decay and death, the resentment of fallen gods, accumulated over millennia to the point of almost solidifying.
But the most breathtaking thing was the scene before my eyes—
Countless enormous skeletons lay scattered across the land, some in human form, some in the shape of beasts, and others in indescribable, bizarre forms. The smallest skeleton was at least a hundred meters tall, while the largest stretched for miles, resembling a mountain range. Faint fluctuations of divine power lingered on the skeletons, proving they were once true deities. (End of Chapter)