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"Stop, young human powerhouse." The ancient god spoke as he struggled to withstand the storm of attacks, his voice deep and clear, like a fierce mountain wind rustling through the leaves.

“Your strength was sufficient in ancient times to serve as the high priest of a temple, and you were qualified to earn the respect of a god. A few inferior species should not become an obstacle between our interests.”

He spoke very quickly, clearly having prepared beforehand, and it was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

“I need vibrant, extraordinary life as fuel to sustain my collapsing soul. If you just give me a little leeway, I’m willing to offer up my accumulated knowledge and treasures in exchange.”

"Heh, that sounds really tempting..." Amidst the golden lightning crackling in mid-air, cold words echoed.

Whether in myths and legends or in children's bedside folk tales, the concept of gods is always accompanied by words like treasures and wealth.

Such a promise is enough to shatter the psychological bottom line of the vast majority of people.

The figures flying in the sky seemed to be moved as well, falling into a brief silence.

The lightning gradually broke through the defense, leaving charred lines on Pan's body, but he remained calm and focused on his opponent, as if to confirm his sincerity from the side.

"In principle, I think it's possible..." The thunderous roar subsided slightly, as if he were trying to bargain, but then suddenly turned into a sharp, mocking laugh:

"...Get lost!"

"Boom boom boom!"

A dark red light suddenly flashed, and three small mushroom clouds, like eerie flowers blooming in the dark night, burst onto the field with a dazzling yet deadly aura. They rapidly expanded and then suddenly contracted, turning into a sky full of scorching sparks falling from the sky.

A terrifying shockwave swept across the scene, and the majestic ancient Greek temple trembled violently, seemingly about to disintegrate again just as it had begun to recover.

The battered and bruised ancient god with the ram's head roared as he fell out. The source of the explosion was none other than the few prisoners he had captured!

Auspicious clouds obscured the view, and auspicious energy swirled around it. The phantom of a palace quietly unfolded and enveloped the space.

When the real is made to appear fake, the fake becomes real!

Since they had become suspicious, why would they willingly step into the enemy's pre-set territory? From the very beginning, Zhu Mingyao had hidden his companions inside the magic weapon, and all those who appeared were meticulously crafted paper puppets.

As his strength rapidly increased, Cai Hou's mastery of the Spiritual Illusionary Weapon Technique surpassed even his ancestors, making him far more accomplished than his teacher, Paper Doll Zhang. With the addition of the hair and blood contributed by Edkin and the others, his aura was almost indistinguishable from his original form.

"You don't even want her life? Then take it!" The giant claw, crackling with electric sparks, shook, and the ancient ram-headed god's face was filled with resentment, with a small cat vaguely visible in his palm.

The azure-green wildfire, carrying an indescribable depth and mystery, suddenly burst forth from His mouth, instantly turning the beautiful creatures in His hands into ashes, leaping and swirling in the flames as they swept towards the sky.

"Go to hell!"

As if enraged by the tragic death of his companion, a vast and boundless rosy light swept down, like the rising sun breaking through the dawn, instantly illuminating the deep and eerie world under the blue-green flames.

Two powerful forces of completely different natures collided head-on without any fancy moves, causing sand and stones to fly and energy to go wild.

One was a fallen ancient saint, and the other was a newly emerging human powerhouse. For a time, they fought to a standstill, and neither side could gain the upper hand.

Realizing that his opponent was not as powerful as he had imagined, Pan Shen's narrow face showed a strange hesitation, as if he was undecided about something.

The perilous battle allowed no time for thought. He stretched out his arms as wide as he could, and as the azure flames rose, the resentment and evil energy that had been brewing for years of barely surviving completely faded away, transforming into a pure and solemn meaning.

The most primal divinity is thrown into the battlefield, much like a gambler throwing his last bit of capital onto the table!

This attack was truly effective; the seven-colored glow collapsed inch by inch, and the divine power and flames immediately pressed their advantage, violently slamming into the opponent!

But at that very moment, a tremendous force erupted from the ground, accompanied by a deafening, muffled roar. The crisscrossing fissures in the earth burst open, appearing from the sky like a vast, dense spiderweb, instantly tearing the area to shreds.

In an instant, the world turned dark, and a rapidly expanding black dot appeared on the edge of the perfectly round, golden-red sun, as if it were being devoured by a ferocious beast.

Another cluster of dark clouds was torn apart by the terrifying tornado, swirling wildly in the sky with chilling blue blood-like blossoms, as if nature had revealed its most ferocious side.

All living things on the ground, whether human or beast, felt an unprecedented fear.

Chapter 495 Do you want to live?

The increasingly violent tremors emanated from deep underground. Faced with this force, the thick rock mass cracked easily, like a crisp cookie baked by a housewife, sometimes rising, sometimes shifting, and sometimes sinking.

What was originally a narrow gap, barely the width of an arm, instantly transformed into a wide chasm, like terrifying maws that swallowed up countless trees and wild beasts in the blink of an eye.

Moreover, within those deep rifts, a sinister, dark red light faintly flowed, emanating a pungent, scorching heat.

The entire mountain resembles an elderly, frail patient, trembling and shaking its legs as it tries to stand up with the aid of crutches.

This secret realm was clearly on the verge of collapse before the sudden change occurred.

"Humph!"

Pan Shen let out a muffled cry of pain, and his tall figure suddenly became somewhat ethereal. As the master of the secret realm, his aura was intertwined with it, and this one move had a significant impact on him.

But this damage was not fatal. With a thought, the raging azure flames split and transformed, condensing into a huge net that swept towards the void.

"Calypso arrived quickly; it seems we have no choice but to abandon this place..."

Feeling the pressure coming from all sides, He thought quickly. Although he felt quite regretful, He still made a decisive decision.

After taking one last look at the humanoid figure struggling amidst the intertwining of azure flames and colorful light, He wisely abandoned the pursuit of victory. He raised his claws high, his muscles trembling with divine beauty, as if supporting a high mountain.

Amidst the violent shaking, the entire majestic temple slowly detached itself from its mountainside foundation, and a large rocky platform floated upwards along with it.

From the honeysuckle leaves forming a flower basket on the Corinthian capital, to the triangular double-pitched roof, and the swirling reliefs on the gable end, all the components retain their original structure without any disorder.

At the same time, a silver vortex rolled up in the sky at the very top, transforming into a funnel-shaped spatial wormhole, from which a hazy pillar of light descended to guide the temple into flight.

Negotiation conditions must be based on strength. Since it can easily repel the troublemakers blocking its way, it will certainly not keep its promises. Taking the opportunity to get away is the most important thing!

Since the "goal" has been basically achieved, my most important task now is to find a secluded place to proceed with the next step...

"Leave those stinking goats behind!" In the distance, amidst the thick, murky clouds, towering blue waves surged forth, accompanied by a deafening roar, and tightly bound the spatial beam of light that was about to deploy.

Just by looking at this overwhelming momentum, one can tell that the newcomer is incredibly powerful, but no matter how strong they are, they are still a step too late.

The beam of light seemed to be being kneaded by an invisible hand, constantly twisting and undulating, yet it still pulled the temple closer and closer to the wormhole.

As they were about to escape successfully, the half-human, half-goat ancient god couldn't help but sneer as he watched the storm waves rushing towards him.

In this perilous game of chess, I relied on my courage, wisdom, and luck to carve out a path to survival from the impossible.

However, in the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly changed!

"Crack—!"

As if something had been broken, an extremely faint sound came, so faint that, if one were not an extraordinary being with keen hearing, one would almost mistake it for some kind of illusion.

The veins and blood vessels on its thick neck bulged like small snakes, and the huge black sheep's head turned stiffly backward, reflecting a sculpture in its golden-black eyes. Confusion instantly turned into terror.

Even though the temple has been restored to its former glory under the baptism of divine power, this gray-white stone sculpture in the corner still maintains its severely weathered appearance. Apart from being human-shaped, it is difficult to even distinguish the subject matter, and it is inconspicuous among the many sculptures.

And in its chest, a platinum-gold lightsaber was embedded, with seven cold stars flashing like the handle of a dipper, exuding a mysterious aura that controlled life and death.

Pan's gaze slowly moved, and a hand gradually emerged from the void on the sword hilt, followed by a slender arm, a lithe body, familiar black hair, and finally that face that was utterly detestable no matter how you looked at it.

"Perhaps it's because you've been out of touch with the times for too long, your acting is really rather clumsy..."

The [True Martial Big Dipper Divine Sword Talisman] was activated, and silver light cascaded down like a waterfall, instantly shattering the statue into dust. It then vanished, and a muscular figure clad in tight leather armor rolled out amidst the flowing, smooth, brownish-red hair resembling ripe berries.

With his arms outstretched at just the right moment, he caught her in a perfect princess carry, raising his eyebrows in a defiant manner.

There is an Eastern proverb that says, "You can run away from the monk, but you can't run away from the temple."

How could a dying deity, separated from its last remaining divine domain, possibly survive? All these elaborate schemes you've devised are simply to try and be reborn into the body of a druid, whose power source is similar to yours.”

He gently lifted the wheat-colored hand of the unconscious girl in his arms, full of youthful vitality. A simple jade ring, shimmering with emerald green, was quietly worn on her index finger, like flowing blue water, with subtle wood grain patterns like annual rings visible inside.

"Your concealment skills are indeed superb, enough to make up for some of the lack of acting skills, but the magical artifacts and equipment I crafted myself always have a certain sensitivity to them..."

"Ow!"

At this point, Pan realized that he had made a mistake in such a ridiculous detail. Frustration and absurdity fermented together, brewing into endless regret. His body trembled and transformed into flames, rushing forward, about to burn out the last bit of his essence in a desperate struggle.

But the rainbow-like emerald green wildfire had barely begun to rise when, accompanied by a terrifying roar, it crashed miserably to the ground.

However, dark clouds gathered all around, and in the haste of the delay, the temple was completely surrounded.

Giant waves, churning with foam, crashed down violently, their turbulent currents eroding everything in their path, splashing out a thick, fishy stench, turning this small space into a world of water.

A terrifying tremor, ten times stronger than the previous earthquake, resounded, and the magnificent hall emitted a cracking sound as it could not withstand the pressure.

On the delicate snowflake marble double-flower wall, mountains, forests, and waters are carved, and cattle and sheep graze contentedly among the lush vegetation. Although it was originally just rigid rock, it exudes a vibrant atmosphere.

However, at this moment, an ominous, deathly gray is quietly emerging on these patterns and decorations that can be called masterpieces of art.

As the guardian deities of city-states in the classical era, the Olympian gods existed in a way somewhat similar to the celestial beings in some supernatural systems. Their connection with their own altars was closer than that of other gods. The dense death aura they were displaying at this moment undoubtedly indicated a rapid deterioration in their condition, and even that their demise was imminent!

Inside the temple, the air was so heavy it was almost suffocating. Every statue and every mural was changing color and softening at an alarming rate, before collapsing into dust.

A faint, mournful echo reverberated all around, like the pronouncement of an immortal reaching the end, lingering in the crumbling sanctuary.

The ancient god, his face filled with despair, lay slumped on the ground, awaiting the judgment of fate.

But just as He was feeling utterly despondent, a sarcastic voice drifted over.

"Your Highness, do you... wish to live?"

Chapter 496 The Timing Was Just Right

Do you want to live?

As soon as he spoke, his tangled ram horns swayed, and his bright, cat-like golden-green eyes rolled up, overflowing with an irrepressible longing.

This can't even be called a problem!

All things love life and fear death. Even in the world of extraordinary beings, only some pseudo-Buddhist sects that are popular in the South Asian subcontinent are so bizarre as to regard Nirvana as the highest pursuit of life. How much more so for ghosts and gods who love to enjoy life?

Seeing the other party's clear attitude, the young man smiled confidently, knowing that his suggestion had been a gamble.

Limited by their regional followers and origins, the temperaments of these deities vary greatly. While there are certainly those who are aloof and emotionless embodiments of rules, the Olympian gods are definitely not among them.

Anyone with even a basic understanding of mythology and folklore knows that these ancient city-state guardians, accustomed to extravagance and pleasure, were notorious for possessing all seven emotions and six desires, with their emotions and desires even stronger than those of mortals.

They are born with a lifespan far exceeding that of ordinary beings, so why would they willingly return to nothingness!

"How to do?"

"As long as that's the case..."

In a flash of thought, transcending the boundaries of time and space, they instantly understood each other's worth.

"I promise!"

The palaces, layered upon each other, appeared and disappeared amidst the colorful sunset, like a flowing scroll painting, containing endless mysteries.

"How about this? We can also sign a contract." With a glance at the imminent storm raging, Zhu Mingyao didn't dare to waste any time and quickly sent a message.