Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

The spirit leaped forward with lightning speed, heading straight for Zhang Huaidan outside the lake.

Baron and Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise, not expecting Bestia to pull this stunt.

Besdia's smile widened even more, while the man neither flinched nor flinched, seemingly stunned.

The mission was completed relatively easily, but I was a little curious as to why the Divine Tree had chosen this person.
What is so special about this person that makes Li Muxuan, the maternal grandfather of King Nasen, risk his life to protect him?
As my thoughts raced, a chill suddenly rose from the depths of my heart, first like the white frost of late autumn, then like the ice and snow of midwinter, and in an instant, my heart was frozen solid by eternal ice.

Besdia shuddered violently, his pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly realized that the god had stopped in front of that person.

'Swallow him!'

'Bring back the Dead Lake!'

Besdia kept issuing commands in his mind, but the god did not respond at all, as if it had escaped his control.

This is simply impossible; the divine warriors and the gods are one!

Besdia's heart skipped a beat. What had happened?
The colorful deities blocked his view, preventing him from seeing what Zhang Huaidan looked like.

Only through the most primal connection with the gods, feeling even the slightest trace of their will, can one experience fear, dread, and trembling...

how can that be!

This must be fake!

At that moment, the eternal ice in Besdia's heart collapsed with a deafening roar.

How could a deity have such emotions?
This is a true god, created over who knows how many hundreds of years!

Only humans should worship the true God. How could the dignified true God have such a laughable emotion?
Besdia was unwilling to admit it, but the emotions emanating from her only grew stronger.

Suddenly, I understood something.

It can make a god tremble in fear.

Only.

Another deity.

……

Seeing that Besdia was in a daze, the water of the Dead Lake also stopped flowing into the magnetic field.

The deity hovered in front of Zhang Huaidan again. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, the deity on Besdia was real.

Li Muxuan warned, "Master Huaidan, it is a deity."

"Gods?" Zhang Huaidan chuckled softly.

Is this colorful, tattered head in front of me a god?
Then the value of the word "god" is rather low.

He sat motionless, a serene smile on his face, as if his colorful head was being held by an invisible hand, unable to get any closer.

Those equally colorful eyes, too, showed intermittent fear and trepidation, and suddenly fell to the ground like a colorful sphere.

His dull eyes stared blankly up at Zhang Huaidan, as if a false god were meeting a true god.

Besdia was stunned. At that moment, through his connection with the gods, he felt an intense sense of submission.

Even when he became Nasenwei and was willing to give everything for the divine tree, the parasitic deity never had the emotions he felt now.

Zhang Chulan and Baron looked at each other, wondering what was going on.
Li Muxuan was even more intimidated.

Among the strongest Inhumans on Nathan Island, Besdia is definitely one of the top.

The Dead Lake of the Burial God is mysterious and powerful, and it is similar to his magnetic field.

Within the range, as long as the true qi is sufficient to support it, the practitioner is almost invincible.

This deity is Besdia's trump card, and even Li Muxuan at his peak wouldn't dare say he was 100% confident in fighting against it.

But what does this mean?
When this deity saw the True Man Huaidan, it seemed...

Bow down and worship!

Li Muxuan felt his mind was becoming somewhat hazy. Was the scene before him a little too bizarre?
Zhang Huaidan is indeed a non-human being, but right now, he has done nothing yet made another non-human being fall for him.
It should be noted that the reason he was convinced was because he had witnessed Zhang Huaidan's methods and was powerless to resist, leaving him with no other choice.

The surroundings were deathly silent; even the breeze seemed to have frozen, unable to penetrate the area.

Zhang Huaidan didn't seem to care much; instead, she was rather curious.

Undoubtedly, the five-colored head was intimidated by him. However, just as Li Muxuan thought, he did nothing, so why was the five-colored head intimidated?

Besdia is not much worse than Li Muxuan. Zhang Huaidan put in some effort to subdue Li Muxuan.

The colorful heads bowed down in worship, which really caught him off guard.

After a moment's thought, I quickly understood.

No matter how powerful Li Muxuan is, he is still limited to being an extraordinary person, belonging to the category of mortal.

This multicolored head, though its very existence seems like an illusion, is certainly not a mere mortal thing.

As I approached him, I sensed his status and touched upon some of his essence, which is why I was intimidated by him.

"interesting."

Zhang Huaidan conjured a golden hand and grabbed at the five-colored head.

Besdia, far away, was horrified and cried out urgently, trying to bring the god back.

The result was obvious: it had no effect.

Through their connection, the gods became increasingly timid and docile, like chicks caught by a chicken farmer.

A chill ran through Besdia's heart: "Just who is he...?"

He thought it was just a task he could easily complete, but the task objective easily exceeded his comprehension limits.

A chill ran through Besdia's heart.

Could it be a mistake that the sacred tree chose this person as a sacrifice?

Li Muxuan had lost the will to fight him, and muttered to himself, "A god? A celestial being?"

Under his trembling gaze, Zhang Huaidan grabbed the colorful head. The head did not resist at all, but instead behaved as obediently as a puppy that had recognized its master. If it could stick out its tongue, it would probably lick Zhang Huaidan a few times.

This scene.

This made Li Muxuan's eyes tremble even more violently.

……

After scratching his head and examining it for a moment, Zhang Huaidan understood, and many of his doubts were answered.

In some ways, this multicolored head can indeed be considered a deity.

The essence of this thing is a mixture of a large amount of faith and aspiration with the complex spiritual energy of countless people.

It also developed some subtle spirituality, but it wasn't much different from cats and dogs.

The question was answered, but the curiosity hadn't subsided. He glanced at Besdia and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

Besdia, in the Dead Lake, suddenly felt an immense pressure, as if facing a true god. He lowered his head deeply and subconsciously recounted the origins of the deity.

In the civilization where Besdia lived, both men and women had the custom of praying to the totem. Over time, a large amount of faith and prayer power gathered, and the totem underwent changes.

Later, someone, whose identity is unknown, activated the power of faith and will on the totem, defeated the opposing tribe, and created the method of divinely appointed warriors.

This multicolored head is a man-made god.

As Besdia explained, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

The word "gods" sounds incredible, but they are actually just the aggregate of faith and willpower!

Baron and Zhang Chulan exchanged a glance, both thinking of the same person.

Xia Liuqing's method of using the divine mask is simply a way of portraying a god through the power of faith and vows.
However, upon closer examination, it seems there are some differences, though it's hard to pinpoint them immediately. Zhang Huaidan, watching from afar, nodded. Simple faith and willpower couldn't possibly imbue this head with sentience.

The head is not only a manifestation of faith and will, but also a vast amount of spiritual energy, a legacy of the divine warriors of previous generations in Besdia.

This is what I was thinking about.

Zhang Huaidan was also somewhat amazed.

If this mind could be passed down from generation to generation.

By combining the power of countless faith and the spiritual strength of countless divine warriors, it is truly possible that one day we may ascend to the divine altar!
Having understood all this, he looked at Besdia, whose face was pleading, hoping he would release the god: "Why did you choose to fight my opponent?"

The words fell.

A gentle breeze blew in.

Yet it was filled with a chilling, murderous aura.

Li Muxuan felt a chill run down his spine and maintained his magnetic field.

Zhang Chulan and Baron's expressions also changed slightly. The fact that they were able to send Bestia to capture Zhang Huaidan clearly showed that they regarded him as an enemy.

Besdia's legs trembled violently. "I..."

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to say them. He had already given everything to the sacred tree and could not betray it.

Zhang Huaidan shook his head: "Never mind, it doesn't matter. He's just a pathetic wretch who's been twisted and turned."

Besdia suddenly flew into a rage.

No one could describe him like that, not even King Nathan.

His anger suddenly dissipated; even the gods were in this man's grasp, so what use was his rage?

Until ripples spread through the air, the multicolored head made no sound that anyone could hear, but everyone could feel that it was screaming!

Besdia cried out in terror, "No!"

Zhang Huaidan did not answer. The person who created the method of divine warriors may indeed want to create a true god.

However, the process of creating it was by no means smooth sailing.

The power of faith and will is enough to influence a person's will, but compared to the spiritual energy of the warriors sent by the gods throughout the ages, it is nothing.

When Besdia appeared, the fierce and brutal aura emanating from him was not an illusion.

Is this his true nature, or has it been distorted by the gods?

Despite his many thoughts, Zhang Huaidan had no intention of digging deeper. Since he dared to attack him, he must have been prepared to pay the corresponding price.

The lightning shone brightly, swallowing up the five colors.

Its head emitted inaudible screams, like a chick about to be crushed by its owner.

Amidst the terrified cries, there is a despair where even resistance is futile.

The waters of the Dead Lake shrank dramatically, and Besdia, having lost his god, was nothing more than an ordinary superhuman.

He knelt on the ground, staring intently at Zhang Huaidan, his eyes filled with a deep-seated helplessness and hatred.

A ray of lightning split off, streaking across his forehead like a shooting star.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; the gods were annihilated, and Besdia was on the verge of death.

Li Muxuan lowered his head deeply. Zhang Huaidan's strength was still beyond sight. There really was such a genius in the world. Every move he made seemed to be accompanied by great power.

Baron and Zhang Chulan also felt a pang of toothache.

Baron felt a pang of emotion; the civilization of Besdia had completely vanished into the dust of history.

However, it is said that the organization that previously controlled Besdia has always wanted to bring him back because he has great research value.

Hopefully, Master Huai Dan has dealt with this in no time, and there won't be any unnecessary complications!

Zhang Chulan sighed inwardly. Dan Ge was really too outrageous. He still used some tricks to deal with Ruan Feng and Li Muxuan.

Although he didn't know this Bestia, the fact that he could go toe-to-toe with Li Muxuan meant he was definitely not a weak opponent.

In Dan's hands, it was as easy as an ant, wiped away with a flick of his wrist.

"Speaking of which, when will I, Xiao Zhang, ever reach even a tenth of Brother Dan's level in my lifetime?"

Zhang Chulan was filled with emotion and lost in thought when he suddenly felt an itch in his eyes and some liquid began to flow out.

'What's going on? I know this idea is too far-fetched, but there's no need to cry about it!'

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, more and more liquid gushed out. Zhang Chulan was taken aback. Why was it all sticky?

Visibility became blurred, and one could vaguely see a strange white mist that had somehow filled the area.

His vision blurred completely. Zhang Chulan covered his face, but he couldn't stop the gushing viscous liquid from gushing out. It wasn't just from his eyes; it was gushing from all his facial features.

Baron, who was standing nearby, was also affected and instantly realized that it was the effect of the white mist.

Even if they knew, what could they do? Even the dying Besdia had viscous fluid oozing from her face.

"Besdia, you... how could you!"

A faint, bewildered voice of an old woman reached his ears, and then, Baron was also swallowed by the slime.

From within the white mist, Whack-a-Law slowly emerged, with Besdia at her feet, appearing to be barely breathing.

It would be impossible for her not to be surprised; she was even slightly terrified.

As the former leader of the park, who was known for his viciousness, even after he became a guard, Wakina remained extremely wary of him.

I don't believe he suddenly realized something and was recognized by the divine tree.

I strongly suspect that he used some unknown method to deceive us and was hiding among the king and guards with ulterior motives.

Therefore, when King Nathan asked the two of them to bring back the offerings, Wakina deliberately lingered half a step, never expecting to see the critically injured and dying Besdia.

Despite having reservations about them, one has to admit their strength.

This is the former leader of the park.

One of the strongest Inhumans on Nathan Island!

It's a bit of an exaggeration that he ended up like this before she could even get his help.

Hua Jinna felt strange and glanced at one spot: "Li Muxuan, it was you who did it!"

On Nathan Island, only a handful of people possess this ability.

Li Muxuan was also affected by this thought, and viscous fluid appeared in his facial features, greatly restricting his senses.

But a top star like him will not be subdued by this.

Li Muxuan roared, "You've really gone mad!"

His five senses were exhausted, and the two major battles had left him extremely weak; the anger in his voice lacked sufficient strength to sustain it.

Moreover, even if Li Muxuan were at his peak, Hua Jinna wouldn't be afraid of him.

"Quickly withdraw your magic!"

Joachim ignored him, his gaze already fixed on a woman nearby.

Feng Baobao stared blankly at Zhang Chulan and Baron, who were rendered powerless by the sticky liquid sprayed from their faces, but she was completely unharmed.

Feng Baobao looks a bit dazed. What's going on?

He touched his face; some clear liquid trickled down his cheeks, but it wasn't tears. (End of Chapter)