A Colossus rushes in at the start

Chapter 333 This master and disciple are courting death.

Legend has it that a temple inhabited by great gods existed at the summit of Mount Taijia. Anyone who could reach the temple would gain the gods' approval and become one of the great gods worshipped in the temple.

However, the legend is just a legend. The summit of Mount Taiga is shrouded in a terrible illusion all year round. The illusion will decay and destroy everything that enters it, and no mortal has ever been able to successfully reach the summit of Mount Taiga.

Corresponding to the legend, there are also rumors that the legend is just a myth, and that there is actually nothing on the top of Mount Taiga. There are no gods or temples there. The terrible environment would not allow any god to choose to build a temple there. The summit of Mount Taiga is just a terrible wasteland.

But those who speak the divine know that the rumors are false, but the legends are true, and that the great gods have indeed built a permanent temple on Mount Taiga.

The great gods do not like mortals to come into contact with them, so they prefer to live in desolate places where few people go.

However, as mortal communities grew and expanded, more and more mortals ventured into those dangerous and terrifying wastelands, forcing the great gods to constantly relocate the temples.

They moved from the desolate land to the depths of the abyss, and from the depths of the abyss to the summit of a high mountain. After mortals set foot on the summit, they moved it to an even higher peak. This process of relocation continued until they finally settled on Mount Taiga, a place whose summit is shrouded in mystery year-round.

To prevent the temple from being moved again, the great gods used their power to bless the illusion at the summit of Mount Taiga, making it an insurmountable barrier for mortals.

From then on, the temple on Mount Taiga became a legend passed down by word of mouth among mortals.

"Master, Master, wait for me!"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up! Now is the perfect opportunity; the illusion surrounding the temple has weakened to a level we can tolerate! This is a miracle that has never happened in the long past!"

The figures of two mortals appeared and disappeared in the misty storm of Mount Taijia. The terrible corrosion was constantly eroding the divine runes covering their bodies. Once the runes were completely corroded, the only fate awaiting the two would be to be shattered to pieces.

Both were Prophets, but a normal Prophet would never do something as mindless as climbing Mount Taiga; it would be suicidal.

Those who speak the divine know better than any mortal that the power of God is not to be challenged, simply because they themselves are the users of the divine word.

The master and disciple struggled to climb Mount Taijia. The terrifying turbulent currents that were everywhere in the maze seemed to be crushing them at any moment, and they almost fell off the cliffs several times.

The higher they climbed, the more terrifying the illusion became. The master and his disciples even felt an invisible resistance preventing them from moving forward.

"Master! This illusion is getting stronger and stronger! Should we go back? I feel like I'm about to reach my limit!" The disciple looked at the increasingly thinning divine runes on his body with some despair.

"How can you give up so easily! The temple where the great god resides is just ahead! Claf, show me your dignity as a priest!"

The master, who was climbing ahead, shouted at his apprentice who was lagging behind him, braving the fierce wind at the mouth of the stream.

Since the temple was moved to the top of Mount Taiga, no mortal has become a god among the prophets. The veil covering the mountains is like an insurmountable chasm, cutting off all prophets' possibility of setting foot in the temple and becoming gods.

But today is different.

After Kensos's repeated confirmation, the power of the illusion inexplicably weakened.

Kensos was unsure of the specific reasons, but the weakening of the illusion's power was a fact, and the opportunity to step into the temple and become a god was right before him; Kensos had no reason to refuse.

Kensos had already decided that he might never have another chance to become a god, even if it cost him his life, he would definitely set foot in the temple at the summit.

They persisted in climbing for an unknown amount of time. The maze obstructed their view, and the two had no idea where they had climbed to or how far they were from the summit of Mount Taijia. They just kept climbing.

After crossing a certain point, Kensos and his disciples clearly felt that the power of the illusion that was polishing the divine runes on their bodies had weakened many times over.

Visibility is gradually returning, and the fog is thinning.

They saw a hazy, dreamlike scene ahead, and their faces lit up with joy; it was the voice of the great gods.

"See that? It's the word of the gods! This means we're very close to the temple! Quicken your pace and keep up with me!" Kensos shouted to his disciples behind him, greatly encouraged.

The hazy vision gradually cleared, revealing a colossal structure situated in the void. It towered and immense, composed of azure-blue boulders, each rock intricately carved with divine incantations, silently recounting the history of every great deity.

For a moment, Kensos and his disciples were speechless. The majesty of the temple overwhelmed their minds, stirring their emotions, and they couldn't help but walk quickly towards it.

But after walking a few steps, whispers began to echo in their ears, and the majestic and supreme temple suddenly seemed to have a strange quality to it.

After listening carefully for a while, Kensos's disciple Clough's expression changed drastically, and fear and absurdity replaced his original excitement and joy.

"No, Master! This isn't the language of the gods! This is a wail?! The great gods are wailing!"

"Wrong, wrong! It is the gods who are singing their own lamentations!" Kensos covered his head and hysterically corrected his disciple's error.

At this moment, the indescribable whispers gradually grew stronger, filling their minds, and the temple appeared distorted in their eyes, forming a huge vortex.

They are falling upwards!

"The sky is collapsing, we're falling! Master, help!"

"We didn't fall in! We've always been here!..."

The two screamed in terror, and the world was stirred into a huge vortex, in which they were just insignificant, pitiful creatures caught in the vortex.

Kensos's horrified gaze fell upon the great gods caught in the vortex. Who could have imagined that these high and mighty deities would utter such mournful howls as mortals?

Those beings above the great gods, like musicians, guided these wails to combine, making them sharp, piercing, and even more chaotic.

Kensos and his apprentice drew ever closer to the center of that vortex. It was self-evident that they were gradually coming to understand everything, and the sheer volume of information made it almost impossible for them to keep thinking.

They knew that the vortex was the universe, and at the center of the vortex was the master of the beginning of everything, an indescribable, chaotic mess.

...chaos...disorder...proliferation...destruction...our command...you...maintain...existence...ultimate...

A nauseating whisper of chaos echoed in the minds of Kensos and his disciples, their thoughts collapsing trillions upon trillions of times in that instant, only to be quickly repaired by their forbidden magic.

However, both of them knew that this was not a long-term solution, and that the chaotic vortex would eventually engulf them.

Having made up his mind, Kensos decided to take a gamble. He actively absorbed the massive amount of information in the chaotic vortex, enduring the pain of countless mental breakdowns, and searched for a secret method to help his disciple escape the vortex.

Using the divine cores of several great gods who were wailing and collapsing nearby as power, and with his own sacrifice as a guide, he led his disciples back to the mortal world.

"Live on, my disciple..."

"To lead knowledge away from this boundless chaos, to warn mortals away from madness, I will dedicate myself to paving the way home for you..."

...Master...Let's escape together...Master...Don't leave me behind alone...

Listening to his master's whispers in his ear, Clough was overcome with grief. His vision blurred, and the chaotic, disordered, and terrifying whispers vanished into the boundless darkness...

(End of this chapter)