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The tomb of the gods.

Dead silence.

Apart from the sound of the elements flowing, there was no other noise here.

Ten years may be a long time for ordinary people, enough for an infant to grow into a teenager and for a beautiful woman to grow white hair.

But for god-level powerhouses with endless lifespans, especially the main gods standing at the pinnacle, ten years is nothing more than the time it takes to take a nap.

There isn't even enough time to take a nap.

Raven sat cross-legged in the void.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Deep within his black pupils, two bottomless vortexes seemed to lurk, greedily devouring the surrounding drifting light.

There was no terrifying aura erupting.

There were no unusual phenomena such as the sky and earth changing color.

He stood up calmly, like an ordinary person who had just finished eating and was about to go for a walk.

"That's about it."

Raven's voice was soft, echoing in the empty hall.

far away.

Beirut, who had been silently watching this scene, suddenly froze.

Those small eyes, which always gleamed with shrewdness, were now bloodshot.

For the past ten years, Raven has been cultivating his skills.

Beirut, however, is suffering.

He's gambling.

He's gambling away his millennia of forbearance on this one gamble.

We've won! The world is our oysters now, and we're no longer going to put up with that Augusta's wrath.

If you lose, you will be doomed.

"Raven..."

Beirut opened his mouth.

I had prepared a whole lot to say, but when the time came, I found myself unable to say anything.

What did you say?

Be careful?

That's nonsense.

We absolutely have to win?

That's pressure.

Raven turned his head and looked at the thin old man.

He could see Beirut's slightly trembling fingers hidden in his sleeve.

fear.

look forward to.

There's also a hint of madness.

"Your Excellency Beirut, warm the wine."

Raven suddenly laughed.

There was a strange chill in that smile.

"I'll be right back."

"Don't wait for me to come back, the smell of alcohol will have dissipated."

Beirut was taken aback.

Immediately, a smile that looked more like a grimace appeared on his old face.

"good!"

"I'm staying here, I'm not going anywhere."

"We await your triumphant return!"

Raven nodded and said no more.

He raised his right hand and gently swiped it across the empty space in front of him.

scoff-

The seemingly impenetrable space of the Gods' Tomb was like a fragile sheet of paper, easily torn open with a huge rip.

Multicolored spatial turbulence roared wildly outside the rift, like countless crazed venomous snakes.

Raven took a step forward.

His figure instantly disappeared into the raging torrent.

The crack slowly healed.

The hall fell silent once more.

Only Beirut remained in that position, staring intently at the spot where Raven had disappeared, without moving for a long time.

……

Spatial turbulence.

There is no direction, no time, only endless destruction and chaos.

Even a high-ranking god would face certain death if he fell into this place.

Even a Great Perfection expert might be able to barely survive, but they still have to be extremely careful.

Only the Supreme God.

Only a supreme god with the power of will can view this raging torrent as flat ground.

Raven walked through the turbulent waters.

Those spatial storms that were powerful enough to tear apart divine artifacts would automatically subside when they approached within a hundred meters of his body, like docile sheep.

"The Plane of Light..."

Raven determined the direction.

The powerful divine sense instantly pierced through billions of miles, locking onto that plane that exuded a nauseating aura of holiness.

He didn't like the taste.

It's too bright.

That's so fake.

"Augusta".

"I am coming."

boom!

Raven suddenly accelerated.

He transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the enormous white sphere of light.

……

The plane of the God of Light.

This is the most dazzling of the seven elemental god planes.

The gentle sun forever hangs in the sky, its holy light bathing every inch of the land.

Here, angels sing, and believers pray.

Everything looked so beautiful and harmonious.

The island in the middle of the lake.

This is the core of the entire plane of the God of Light, and the residence of the supreme ruler, Augusta.

luxurious.

It can only be described as luxurious.

The entire island is made of pure, luminous holy crystals.

The enormous palace complex floated above the lake, exuding an aura of power that commanded reverence.

now.

On the white jade square in front of the palace.

Several imposing figures were sitting casually.

Seated at the head of the table was a man wearing a long golden robe, whose golden hair shone as brightly as a burning flame.

His face was extremely handsome, yet he possessed an innate domineering and arrogant air.

Lord of Light, Augusta.

Six people sat to his left.

One mid-level chief god and five lower-level chief gods.

From the outside world.

They are gods worshipped by billions of living beings, beings whose mere thought can determine the life and death of countless planes.

But here.

They were merely accessories to Augusta, or even servants.

"Lord Lord."

below.

A mid-level deity with six wings on his back was respectfully reporting on the preparations for the interdimensional war.

Behind him, five lower-ranking gods knelt in submission.

Even the highest gods have ranks and hierarchies.

They don't even have the right to raise their heads.

Augusta listened somewhat absentmindedly.

His fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of the impact echoed through the empty hall.

Da, da, da.

The crisp sound of the impact echoed through the empty hall.

"You can handle this kind of trivial matter yourself."

Augusta interrupted the report.

He was a little irritated.

Lately, for some reason, I've been feeling a strange restlessness in my heart.

It's as if something bad is about to happen.

Just then.

boom!

An overwhelmingly terrifying pressure descended without warning.

The entire defensive formation on the island in the middle of the lake groaned under the immense pressure.

The calm lake surface instantly exploded.

Millions of tons of lake water were forced to surge into the sky.

Even the space surrounding the entire island in the middle of the lake began to tremble violently.

"presumptuous!"

Augusta suddenly stood up.

Golden hair moved without wind, and a terrifying aura of dominance erupted instantly, colliding violently with the foreign aura.

Click!

The void above their heads suddenly cracked open with countless fine fissures.

"Who?"

"How dare you run wild in the plane of the God of Light?!"

Augusta roared and vanished from his spot in an instant.

The six main gods, including Manluk, exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

This aura...

strangeness.

Very unfamiliar.

It is definitely not any of the main gods they are familiar with.

Has a new supreme god been born?

They dared not delay, and quickly transformed into streaks of light, following closely behind Augusta as they soared into the sky.

……

Above the island in the middle of the lake.

Raven stood with his hands behind his back.

The wind whipped his black robe, making it flutter loudly.

He stood there quietly, watching the seven beams of light rushing up from below.

"Is this Augusta?"

Raven's gaze instantly locked onto the golden figure at the very front.

Strong.

It is really strong.

In terms of sheer presence, she's a cut above the rest of me.

but.

This is also normal.

As a time traveler.

Raven knows Augusta better than Beirut.

Augusta is not as simple as it seems.