The mesmerized audience of experts watched in stunned silence as Ace, unwavering and resolute, ehe spatial passage that led to the Necropolis of the Gods. He didn’t even spare a gnce back at those behind him, nor did he give O’Brien, the self-procimed God of War, a ce to respond.

  It wasn’t until Ace had pletely vanished into the passage that O’Brien’s rage finally erupted. Overwhelmed by anger and frustration, he abandoned all sembnce of reason. Ign the fact that this was the domain of Lord Beirut, he unleashed a devastating wave of killing i apanied by a furious roar. His untrolble fury knew no bounds as he unleashed his full might, and he directed it towards the entrance of the Necropolis of the Gods.

  Catherine, reizing the impending catastrophe, desperately wao stop O’Brien, but time seemed to slip through her fingers like grains of sand – by the time she was ready to react, it was already too te to intervene.

  The fiery pilr of destru hurtled toward the entrance, a relentless force that threateo engulf it. However, it was at this critical moment that Aiden, the master of givesmanship, made his move.

  His as were executed with the fluidity of the wind itself. A give, previously at rest on his back, soared into his grasp as if guided by an invisible hand. Then, in a calm and calcuted motion, he sshed through the ining fgration with such fihat it shattered into scattered embers, harmlessly dissipating in the air.

  Witnessing Aiden’s effortless ter, the assembly of experts could only stand in dumbfounded awe. They had already heard rumours of Aiden’s power – likeo that of a prime saint. But Aiden’s dispy hi an incredible level of strength, ohat infinitely approached the threshold of deities. Even though the attack wasn’t aimed at him, Aiden’s ability to effortlessly thwart it implied that his power was leagues beyond the ordinary.

  As though he couldn’t sehe shock of the nervous spectators, Aiden remained posed, his expressioher warm nor cold. Still, there was an underlyi to his presence, a subtle chill that veyed his meaning. His words were delivered lightly but carried immense gravity, “sider this your final warning; any further acts of violence will be met with the appropriate response.”

  O’Brien, though still seething with anger, uood that his temper had nearly just cost him his life. With a resentful and slightly unwilling snort, he hastily retreated, distang himself from death’s door.

  As the tension diffused, Yunaia, who had observed the entire spectacle from the back of her Divi, pted the strength she had witnessed. It had shattered her belief in her own unrivalled power among mortals. Still, instead of allowing it to get her down, she couldn’t help but feel a newfound vigour and curiosity about the challehat y ahead.

  With a soft murmur, she directed her loyal panion, Oscar, the white-feathered crow, to carry her toward the entrance. Her eyes still trained on Aiden, who merely fshed her a calm smile as she passed him by, until she, too, disappeared into the spatial corridor, embarking on her journey into the Necropolis of the Gods.

  As Yunaia stepped through the doorway, she couldn't help but notice the strange vibrations that coursed through her for a fleeting moment.

  She had barely blinked, but upon opening her eyes, she found herself no longer in the Forest of Darkness. Instead, she stood on a vast and nearly empty grassnd. Above her, instead of the usual skies, stretched the multicoloured expanse of chaotic space.

  However, what truly captured her attention was the elemental esseurating the surroundings.

  Her homend had been devoid of elemental essence, making cultivation for mortals nearly impossible.

  Only those with iial family backgrounds or access to special treasures could hope to cultivate. Fortunately, her grandmother had provided her with su opportunity. Yet, growing up in such a barren enviro, the sheer density of elemental essen the Necropolis of the Gods, which exceeded that of the Yun ti by at least fivefold, left her both shocked aed.

  The urge to sit down aate was almost overp, but before her enthusiasm could carry her away, a zy and slightly impatient voiterrupted her thoughts.

  "Will you hurry up, girl?" a devilishly handsome green-haired youth called out. "With you and that little bird of yours, there are finally ten of you who have entered."

  Yunaia turned her gaze to the source of the void hat Ad his group of eight were already gathered, patiently waiting.

  However, it was the mysterious youth who had called out to her that truly intrigued her. Although he made no overt dispys of his aura, Yunaia could sehat he was a genuine expert, far surpassing individuals like O'Brien and Catherine in strength.

  With a respectful bow and a silent and to her white-feathered crow – Oscar – Yunaia approached the green-haired youth.

  "Finally, now that the first ten of you have arrived, I begin the expnation," the enigmatic deity said slowly. "Given your obvious ages, none of you would have had the ce to ehe Necropolis of the Gods when the lower levels were st opened.

  heless, even if you had, it wouldn't matter. Lord Beirut sought the assistance of the esteemed Sn who stands behind him to modify the Necropolis's yout after he apparently entered an impressive group of young talents who could be from su opportunity."

  Hearing that, Ace’s eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible light. Still, he didn’t say anything, allowing for this mysterious deity to tinue his expnation.

  "I never would've guessed those 'brats' he mentioned were a bunortals,” The green-haired youth's gaze drifted over Ad the other mortals in the group as he spoke. “heless, that's none of my .

  Anyway, my name is Tarosse, and I will be the overseer for this opening of the Necropolis of the Gods. As such, allow me to expin the ructure.

  This time, every three floors make up ohe first floor of each yer serves as a test of sorts, simir in nature to the trial the mortals among you faced outside.

  In each of the ten tunnels behihere's a Deathgod Golem blog the path to the higher levels. To access the higher floors, you don't necessarily o defeat the Golem; you just have to find a ast it. Take that as you will,” Tarosse shrugged casually before tinuing with his expnation. “The first floor of each yer is an individual assessment, allowing only one person to e a time. Don't worry, though; if you find it impossible to advance, you return to the resting point, where you foproving your strength before attempting again.

  Additionally, the power of each first-flolem increases signifitly as you asd. The Golem on the first floor of the first yer has the strength of a retively powerful early-stage saint, while the one on the first floor of the sed yer matches that of a top-quality middle-stage saint. The third yer’s first-flolem is on par with a top-ranking peak saint, and the Golem on the fourth yer has the power of a formidable prime saint.

  And just like the Golem’s outside, although their power is limited, the materials they’re made from make them iructible to anyone who doesn’t have the power of a High God.

  , the sed floor of each yer. Now, this is the floor that houses the real danger. Eae is swarming with tens or even hundreds of thousands of saint-level entities that attack outsiders on sight. Furthermore, these floors house several prime saints, each armed with formidable treasures to enhaheir power."

  At the mention of the overwhelming number of powerful enemies on the sed floor, unease rippled through the gathered experts. Fet them; even individuals of Mathias and Lauriel's calibre would struggle when faced with such odds.

  "To advao the level, you merely have to navigate your way to the tral area where the staircase leading to the floor is situated," Tarosse elucidated. "But here's the silver lining; the sed floor of each stage boasts ample space.

  While you are still likely to enter groups of adversaries, rest assured, you won't face them all simultaneously. Furthermore, despite it being the various prime saints guarding the best treasures, numerous other hidden treasures await discovery on these floors. So, rushing to the stage may not always be the optimal choice.

  As for the third floor of each yer, it funs as a designated rest zone. Here, you won't enter any trials pced by Beirut and the Sn, making it an ideal enviro for meditation and deepening your uanding of the ws.

  Still, although it was desigo serve as a refuge for those struggling to defeat the various Golems, you may still face threats from other explorers.

  Additionally, keep in mind that elemental essence purity escates signifitly with each yer. For instahe elemental essen the third floor of the third yer is nearly a huimes purer than what you sense here.

  Ooh, and regarding the fourth stage, although teically speaking, it too features a third floor, should you be fortunate enough to reach that point, exercise caution and thoughtful sideration, for it marks the twelfth level of the Necropolis, also known as the first floor of the deity levels.”

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