Chapter 856
The Truth of the World
"...You can become the master of a realm!"
The lantern, formed from sand and gravel, cast a faint shadow toward the river of time where Yang Fan was.
The demigod Beechtra's voice lost its previous sharp killing intent, becoming deep and seductive.
He did not stop, but instead spoke eloquently about more hidden information:
"The organization I belong to is called 'Divine Power Source Realm'. This is not an ordinary demigod alliance, but a core branch under the great 'Eternal God Alliance'. It is the most powerful force in the primordial world, without exception."
"You may not know what the Eternal Alliance means. It is a super organization jointly created by more than three hundred supreme beings, also known as the ancient gods."
"The Eternal Alliance, through the laws of the advent of civilizations, spans countless realms, governs thousands of civilizations, and controls the foundation of laws and the direction of order in the primordial world."
"I can tell you definitively that the Eternal Alliance is the true ruler of the primordial world."
"Those seemingly powerful civilizations of the Venerables and ancient demigod races are nothing more than ants that can be easily destroyed in front of the Eternal God Alliance."
"The truly powerful races and the strongest beings who wield the highest laws in the primordial world all obey the orders of the Eternal God Alliance and dare not disobey in the slightest."
Bichta's voice carried an undisguised sense of superiority, as if joining the Eternal Alliance was the highest honor.
The demigod then threw out an even bigger bargaining chip: "You killed that useless Saru who ruled the Shadow Temple."
"This alone is enough to prove that your talent and strength far surpass that of ordinary Venerables, and even rival that of many lower-level demigods. You are fully qualified to join the Divine Power Source Realm and become one of us."
"If you are willing to put aside your prejudices and choose to join the Divine Power Source Realm, the organization will devote all its resources to cultivating you."
"In a year at most, I can help you break through the barrier of the gods, eliminate all hidden dangers on your path to advancement, and smoothly become a powerful demigod."
The demigod's promises grew ever larger, his words increasingly enticing, as if Yang Fan could ascend to heaven in one step simply by nodding in agreement.
"With your exceptional talent, coupled with the top-tier resources of the Divine Power Source Realm, you will most likely break through your limitations and ascend to become a high-ranking demigod within a hundred years, possessing the strength to crush all lower-ranking demigods."
"I can even assert that within five hundred years, you have an absolute chance of reaching the highest threshold and comprehending the laws of the gods."
"And one day, I may even be able to break free from destiny and become a new generation of supreme beings, standing on equal footing with the ancient gods of the Eternal Alliance and wielding supreme authority."
This promise is enough to drive any venerable one mad.
Becoming the master of a realm, rapidly advancing to demigod status, and ascending to the highest throne—these are dreams that countless venerables could never achieve even after a lifetime of effort.
Yang Fan's expression remained calm and composed, his eyes showing no ripples and no sign of being moved.
It wasn't that he didn't crave power, or that he didn't want to break through to demigod status; rather, he knew better than anyone else that this seemingly easy opportunity concealed a price that could lead to his utter ruin.
The demigod World Tree Huanluotian, who had long since perished, left behind a gift and warning in his final moments: he had the opportunity to break free from the "cage" that shrouded all the powerful and escape the tragic fate destined for the ancient gods.
But once he agrees to join the Divine Power Source Realm, he will be like other demigods, permanently trapped in a "cage" with no chance of escaping.
What is the meaning of such power and such a supreme position?
It's just jumping from a small cage into a bigger one.
Yang Fan's tone remained calm and unwavering as he slowly spoke to the lantern-carrying phantom: "Looking at the primordial world, indeed no one can defeat the Eternal God Alliance head-on, but I have a question I would like to ask you to verify."
His gaze was sharp as a knife, piercing straight through the illusory lantern in the void, as he tentatively asked, "Among the supreme beings of the Eternal God Alliance, is there any who still has the ability to move freely in the Primordial World?"
This question is not based on mere conjecture.
Over the past decade or so, he has traveled to countless secret realms and explored various ancient god ruins, gradually discovering a highly illogical phenomenon:
For at least 30,000 years, there was no sign of any "Ancient Gods" appearing in the primordial world, not a single one.
The ancient gods, who were said to have destroyed the world and ruled over the laws, seemed to have collectively agreed to live in seclusion in a forbidden land unknown to anyone.
This clearly goes against common sense.
Then he recalled the shocking inscription he had seen in a divine remnant space: "The ancient gods are a group of pitiful prisoners."
He already had a vague suspicion in his mind, and he brought up this question now in order to confirm his judgment.
The words had barely left his mouth.
The lantern phantom in the void trembled suddenly.
The demigod Beechtra fell silent instantly.
For a full ten seconds, the demigod did not utter a single word, nor did he reveal even the slightest fluctuation of his aura.
This unusual silence is tantamount to acquiescence.
Yang Fan's lips curled into a faint sneer, his tone calm yet every word piercing: "The so-called supreme beings are not free to move around at all, and must even exert all their strength to resist the erosion of that 'cage'."
"They dare not relax for a moment, otherwise they will be completely swallowed by the 'cage' and their souls will not be preserved." "The only thing the Supreme Beings can barely do is to take out one or a few super artifacts and give them to you lower demigods so that you can use them to bully others and recruit strong people and intimidate all sides under the banner of the Eternal God Alliance."
Yang Fan asked, enunciating each word clearly, "Am I right?"
These words undoubtedly tore away the fig leaf of the Eternal Alliance, exposing the truth that the ancient gods had become prisoners.
The lantern phantom in the void instantly erupted with a dense aura of the netherworld.
Beechtra's voice suddenly turned shrill, filled with suppressed rage and violence: "Azure Ghost! You are blaspheming the Supreme Being, this is a capital offense!"
Yang Fan was not afraid at all: "Even high-level demigods are subject to the same huge constraints of the 'cage,' even more so than low-level demigods."
"They have long been firmly restrained by the cage, and their combat power is probably not even as good as that of an ordinary lower-level demigod."
This judgment is not unfounded.
Over the past decade or so, Yang Fan has traveled to various realms and hunted down several demigods.
Without exception, they were all lower-level demigods; they had never encountered a higher-level demigod, nor had they even discovered any trace of one.
He had only heard of a few high-ranking demigods, but had never actually seen them.
It is easy to conclude from this that the situation of higher demigods is far more miserable than that of lower demigods.
They had at least half of their bodies dragged into a "cage," in a semi-imprisoned state, not completely free, and naturally unable to appear in the world.
Furthermore, Huan Luo's solemn warning before his death—"Never attempt to advance to a higher demigod"—directly confirmed his guess.
The path to becoming a demigod is a dead end.
Yang Fan's tone grew increasingly contemptuous: "Do you think I don't know that the promise you're making is nothing but a deadly trap?"
He knew perfectly well that Beechita's efforts to win him over were not necessarily motivated by a desire to kill him.
From the perspective of the Eternal Alliance, the ancient gods are trapped in a cage and urgently need to unite more powerful forces to fight against the erosion of the cage.
A genius like him, who can contend with a demigod with the power of a Venerable, is exactly the kind of combat power that the Divine Alliance desperately needs.
Bichita's claim of "helping him advance to a high-ranking demigod, or even become an ancient god" may not necessarily be a deliberate deception.
The Divine Alliance does indeed possess such capabilities.
But the essence of this help is to turn him into "cannon fodder" against the cage, to make him another prisoner in the cage, to lose his freedom and become a tool of the God Alliance.
How could he possibly agree?
The demigod remained silent for a long time before speaking in an extremely cold tone:
"Since you insist on refusing and are unwilling to submit, then you and your Azure Civilization should prepare to face the most complete destruction."
Yang Fan said calmly, "Then let's do it!"
The voice just fell.
The lantern pattern in the void suddenly began to shake violently.
"Whoosh—" A gust of wind, seemingly from the netherworld, appeared out of nowhere.
The illusory lantern formed from the power of the underworld instantly transformed into specks of pale blue light and dissipated into the air.
The demigod Beechtra has left.
After the exchange of blows from a distance, He clearly realized that even with the supreme artifact, the Undying Lantern of the Netherworld, and even with the use of a deadly move like the Netherworld Soul-Locking Net, He could not do anything to Yang Fan.
Continuing the stalemate will only waste our strength and may even allow our opponent to seize an opening and launch a counterattack.
Therefore, He decisively abandoned His plans to continue fighting and winning over the enemy, and withdrew.
Yang Fan slowly withdrew his gaze and silently exhaled a breath of stale air.
Yet, a hint of bewilderment involuntarily surfaced deep within his eyes.
Although he had already guessed from various signs that the truth of the primordial world was extremely cruel—the most powerful in name were the ancient gods, but the ancient gods had long since become prisoners, and the strongest fighting force that could actually move was only the lower demigods.
But even now that he had truly confirmed this, he was still quite shocked. (End of Chapter)