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."

"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.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om