Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 332 Behind the Scenes, the Heavenly Demon

Shortly after Li Xijun and Su Nianying were swallowed by the white light of the ordinary stone hall, hurried footsteps once again echoed across the dilapidated square.

The Anagardian army, led by Thor Garnard, finally arrived at this core area.

When they saw the magnificent temple, which was still breathtaking even in its ruins, and especially when they felt the ancient divinity that permeated the temple as if it originated from the very source of the world, everyone's breathing became heavy.

"The Pantheon...the legendary supreme hall where the gods convene!"

An uncontrollable surge of excitement and greed erupted in Garnard's eyes.

"The secret that the Father God has been searching for, the origin of all the gods, must lie within! Quickly, come with me!"

His gaze was intense, completely ignoring the broken sphinx in the corner of the square, or rather, in his eyes it was no different from the surrounding rubble.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a burst of lightning around him and charged forward, leading his generals and warriors in streaks of light as they eagerly rushed onto the wide white jade main road leading to the temple's main gate.

The broken sphinx still leans quietly against the ruins, like a truly inanimate object.

Only those dust-covered eyes seemed to shift slightly, silently watching these figures, full of hope yet rushing towards ultimate despair. Deep within those eyes was an unchanging compassion and a hint of... mockery.

"Boom—!"

Gandhart gathered divine power and forcefully pushed open the enormous temple door that seemed to isolate people from the past.

The moment the door opened, a magnificent scene unfolded before Li Xijun, similar to the illusion he had seen before.

Inside the resplendent temple, gods feasted, wine wafted, divine music filled the air, and goddesses danced... The ultimate splendor and sanctity captivated all the gods who ventured within, making them feel as if they had stepped into a mythical era.

however,

This magnificent scene lasted for less than a moment.

Like a burst bubble, the splendor before our eyes suddenly twisted, shattered, and vanished.

The scene suddenly changed!

It was still that magnificent temple, but now all that met the eye was an endless, deathly silence.

The dome shattered, revealing the dark red, frozen sky outside.

The walls, which once shone with divine radiance, have become mottled and dim, covered with shocking cracks and dried, differently colored stains of divine blood.

What's most chilling is the sheer number of corpses of gods inside the temple, each in a different pose!

Some of them still sit on their thrones, maintaining their majestic posture from their lifetimes, but their bodies have withered and decayed, leaving only dust-covered bones and robes that barely maintain their shape.

Some lay on the cold ground, their limbs contorted, as if they had endured unimaginable agony before death. Others clung to each other, seemingly trying to protect their companions even in their final moments…

Even after countless ages of erosion, these corpses still exude a chilling, lingering aura of power.

Most of them had energy levels comparable to the Golden Core Realm during their lifetimes, while the main gods who sat on higher and more magnificent thrones had residual auras that were as vast as the abyss, reaching the Vajra Realm level of indestructible golden bodies.

The armor they wore, though covered in dust, still revealed its extraordinary material and emanated a muted divine radiance; the divine swords and spears that had fallen beside them, though broken, still exuded a sharp aura capable of tearing through the void; the ornaments they wore, even if they were just fragments, contained profound fluctuations of laws... All of this demonstrated their power and wealth in life.

This is practically a tomb of gods, an exhibition hall of the end of civilization!

"This...is this the foundation of the ancient divine realm?" A divine general's voice was hoarse, filled with shock and a hint of fear.

But soon, greed overcame fear.

Seeing the "unclaimed" divine weapons and precious ornaments scattered all over the ground, some Anagardian warriors' eyes turned red.

"Prince! These...these are priceless treasures!"

A god warrior at the peak of the Outer Realm couldn't contain himself any longer. Pointing excitedly at the corpse of a god not far away, clad in magnificent armor and wearing a jade ring containing a powerful life force on his finger bones, he spoke.

Garnard was also shocked by the scene before him, but he was determined and suppressed the urge to loot immediately. His sharp eyes swept over the desolate graveyard, and he felt a vague unease in his heart.

however,

The god warrior, blinded by greed, could no longer restrain himself and rushed forward, reaching out to grab the jade ring!

"Idiot! Stop!" Garnard shouted, but it was too late.

The moment the soldier's finger touched the ring—

A wisp of extremely fine, almost imperceptible black demonic energy, like a living venomous snake, suddenly darted out from the jade ring, slid along the warrior's finger, and instantly entered his body.

"Ugh—!"

The soldier's movements suddenly froze, and the smug expression on his face instantly turned into extreme pain and fear!

He tried to scream, but could only let out a hoarse, leaky sound.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, his body began to rapidly rot and dissolve from the inside out, as if it had been doused with strong acid.

The tough divine armor was eroded and penetrated like paper, and the boundless spiritual power was devoured and polluted by the black demonic energy like a flood breaking through a dam. Even his soul, which tried to escape, was entangled and pulled by the demonic energy the moment it left his body, emitting a silent wail, and was eventually annihilated together.

In the blink of an eye, a powerful outer realm peak god warrior was turned into a pool of foul-smelling, viscous, blackish-red blood right before everyone's eyes, leaving not a trace behind!

quiet!

Deathly silence!

All members of the Anagard Clan, including the few Golden Core generals, felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

They stared in horror at the pool of blood, then at the dense, seemingly peaceful corpses of the gods around them, as if each body had become a trap to devour them!

Garnard's face turned extremely pale, and his heart pounded violently.

He finally understood the source of his unease: this was no treasure trove at all, but a desolate place corrupted by some kind of extreme evil force.

Those powerful gods probably didn't simply die in battle, but were corrupted and destroyed by this terrifying demonic energy. Even gods couldn't withstand it, let alone them.

"Everyone! Don't touch anything, keep your presence still, and stand guard!" Garnard's voice trembled slightly, without him even realizing it, as he immediately issued the most correct command.

however,

Misfortune never comes singly.

Just as they were still reeling from the shock, clear footsteps echoed again from the temple entrance.

Step...step...step...

Calm, powerful, and with a clear sense of vigilance.

Garnard turned around abruptly and saw that the Human Federation's Golden Core warriors, led by "Dark Star" Mo Yuan, "Child of Nature" Elena, and "Flame Fist" Karl, had finally arrived.

They stood at the entrance, equally shocked by the scene of the gods' graveyard inside the temple. But what made their pupils shrink even more was the terrified expressions on the faces of the Anagard gods, and... the pool of dark red blood on the ground that had not yet completely congealed and exuded an ominous aura.

For a time, the survivors of the two major forces confronted each other in this hall that buried ancient gods. The air was filled not only with deathly silence and destruction, but also with the strong smell of gunpowder and the extreme fear of unknown dangers.

(End of this chapter)