Apotheosis

Gusts of air whistled past the nine top-rank True Gods who stood in the air in the center of the forest.

Various streams of internal momentum that were deep or shallow gathered from all directions and closely connected with the nine top-rank True Gods.

Their clan thrived for many generations and had long inhabited the Wind Wood Region.

During the remote ages, it was considered a big clan and it even had two Demi-holy Beings.

But when the time came to compete for the qualification to become a Holy Being, the two Demi-holy Beings of their clan perished in the Mountain of Holy Beings along with many others.

Ever since those deaths, everyone couldn't help but notice that their clan began to decline...

It got even worse when the only consummate True God the clan had died in the last divine era. Their clan declined faster.

It was bad enough that they lost the protection of their consummate True God, and now, they were about to lose even the two Godly Way Tablets they relied on for a living.

Many clans coveted the Godly Way Tablets but none wanted it more than the Mo Clan, a second tier from the Wind Wood Region. They attacked the clan time and time again and came back stronger each time.

Even though their clan no longer had the same power they wielded before, the Demi-holy Beings left them with the Cyan Tree Array. If thousands of people from their large clan cooperated at once, they could even put up a decent fight against a consummate True God!

Even though they used to be so confident about their ability to defend the Godly Way Tablets, their anxiety shot up when they heard that the Mo Clan went to the Soft Light Region and brought back a powerful master to he

incerity as he could in his words.

The old man's face crumpled as shock filled him.

When no one moved despite of his explanation, Zen added, "I'm just a passer-by. I just wanted to comprehend the Godly Ways on these tablets. You started the fight so I had to fight back."

As the words finally sunk in, the nine top-rank True Gods' jaws dropped as they stared at Zen in a mix of astonishment, shock, and confusion.

There were very few consummate True Gods in the divine land and since the Mo Clan spread the word that they had a powerful master to help them in their attack, it was natural that they assumed that Zen was the master when he happened to appear here.

"You... you... Are you really not sent by the Mo Clan?" The old man's eyes wavered and he looked as if he wanted to cry.

"I'm not."

The nonchalant reply had the True Gods of the Cyan Tree Clan let out a sigh of relief despite their sad faces.

Even if they tried their best, they still wouldn't be able to deal with the Mo Clan. Now that all of them had spent their energy in fighting Zen, how would they handle the powerful master when he or she came?