Panlong: Taotie bloodline, unlimited power growth!

Chapter 41 Beirut's Attention!

Sunset Mountains.

Raven sat back down on the boulder.

The mountain wind was biting.

The wind made Raven's robes flutter loudly.

He raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of clouds, looking towards the distant, unreachable sky.

There, the supreme rules apply.

There is also a despairing chasm.

"The God of Food —"

Raven chewed on those words as if they were a tough bone to gnaw on.

He thought of the tombs of the gods.

That was a playground built in Beirut.

It is also a huge treasure trove.

Godhood, divine artifacts, and the main divine artifact—it has everything.

Even the corpses of god-level powerhouses were piled up like mountains inside.

If you were to host a "gluttonous feast" there, it would be like a mouse falling into a rice jar.

Even if there is only a one in a thousand chance.

If you devour a thousand corpses, you should be able to unlock all seven elemental laws of talent, right?

even----

Even the talents of the four great rules are not out of the question.

The temptation was too great.

It was so big that Raven's heart skipped a beat.

But next second.

A bucket of cold water was poured over his head.

Beirut.

That seemingly kind, but actually capricious, king of the Dark Forest.

He is the creator and sole controller of the Graveyard of the Gods.

Are they causing trouble on his turf?

That's because they're tired of living.

Although his "feast" was hidden.

But in the eyes of the supreme god, it's probably as conspicuous as a louse on a bald man's head.

Once exposed.

What will Beirut do?

Should we slice him up and study him?

Or should we just slap him to death and see what secrets he's hiding?

Or perhaps————

Should we raise him as an unusual "God-Eating Rat"?

No.

Raven didn't dare to gamble.

To hand over one's fate to others is the act of a weak person.

not to mention.

That's Beirut.

An old coin who dares to scheme against even the Lord of Light.

"This road is blocked."

Raven shook his head, nipping the tempting idea in the bud.

Since we can't go to the graveyard of the gods to retrieve the corpses.

Then let's go hunting in the dimensional prison?

Gobada Dimension Prison.

It was a concentration camp for the strong and a burial ground for the weak.

There, countless god-level powerhouses who have been exiled for years are imprisoned.

You could grab a handful at random and they'd be either lower-level or mid-level gods.

There are even quite a few high-ranking gods.

If we can get in—

Raven squinted and tapped his fingers lightly on his knee.

Getting in isn't difficult.

As long as you offend the guardian, Hodan.

Given that old guy's personality, he might just throw Raven in there.

but.

Once you're in, how do you get out?

The dimensional prison is a one-way street; you can only enter, not leave. This is an ironclad rule.

Unless the prison collapses as depicted in the original story, allowing them to escape.

Or perhaps they cultivated to the highest level, caught the attention of Beirut, and were thus rescued.

Do not!

No!

The risks are too great and uncontrollable.

"This is also a dead end."

Raven sighed and scratched his hair in frustration.

This is very embarrassing.

Want to become stronger, but lack resources.

Where there are resources, there is death.

The last remaining path.

Leave the Magnolia Continent and head to the highest plane.

Hell, the underworld, the realm of life and the heavens.

That's a paradise for the strong.

The elemental density of heaven and earth was outrageously high, powerful beings were as common as dogs, and gods were everywhere.

If you have the ability, it's not difficult to make a name for yourself there.

The key is—

Raven took a look at his current physique.

A clone of the water god, a lower god.

Without Beirut intervening.

Raven was confident that he could sweep aside other god-level powerhouses on the Magnolia Continent.

But they went to the highest plane?

A mere lower-level god, nothing more than an ant.

Where is Raven himself?

Although it was blessed by the divine power of water and accumulated with the essence of various magical beasts.

Lei Wen's physical body is capable of going toe-to-toe with lower-level gods.

But that was merely a lower-level god.

Any mid-level god could easily defeat Raven.

Under such circumstances.

Did he just go directly to the higher plane?

That's practically suicide!

If you're lucky, you might get caught and forced to work as a miner, digging up inkstone that's tens of thousands of years old.

Unfortunately, he was killed by the aftershocks of a battle between a passing high-ranking god, unable to even make a splash.

Too dangerous.

Although he is a time traveler with the bloodline of the Taotie.

However, the Taotie bloodline is not a panacea.

Once you're dead, you're dead. There's no second chance.

"Stay calm."

"Don't drift."

Raven took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the restless, impatient desire in his heart.

What is the greatest advantage of a time traveler?

It's not a cheat code.

They were prescient and insightful.

It means knowing where the plot is going, where the plot holes are, and where the explicit scenes are.

The plot has not yet fully unfolded.

I still have time.

There's no need to rush to hell to get yourself killed.

Laying a solid foundation is the most important thing to do first.

Since I am currently unable to unlock new talents.

Then strive to improve yourself and become stronger.

With this in mind.

Raven's mind raced.

The water elemental god's avatar transformed into a stream of light and entered Raven's body.

Then.

Raven took a step forward and appeared above Xiaobai's head.

"Little White, let's go."

"We are returning to the sea."

Since we won't be leaving the Magnolia Continent for the time being.

The sacred beasts in those seas were the best resources for Raven to become stronger.

"roar!"

Hearing Raven's instructions.

Little White let out a roar and then flew towards the sea.

The man and the dragon quickly disappeared into the Sunset Mountains.

The Dark Forest.

Within the life of metal.

"A funny little guy."

"An interesting innate talent."

A faint smile appeared on Beirut's face.

Ever since Raven broke through to the lower-level god.

Beirut would then take some time to check on Raven's situation.

Don't misunderstand.

Beirut does not value Raven.

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A mere lower-level god is not worth Beirut's attention.

Beirut did this simply because he was bored and wanted to have some fun to pass the time.

It is precisely because of this.

Beirut witnessed Raven's gluttonous feast.

With Beirut's discerning eye, he immediately recognized it as a kind of innate supernatural ability.

Although it's somewhat strange that Raven, a pure-blooded human, possesses innate supernatural abilities.

However, Beirut still didn't seem to care too much.

the reason is simple.

In Beirut's eyes.

Raven's gluttonous feast can only devour some weak creatures.

For strong individuals of the same level, the Gluttonous Feast poses little threat.

As for Raven's physical body becoming stronger?

Ah!

Compared to the God-Slaying Rat, which devours divine essence and rapidly strengthens its body.

The physical benefits of a lavish feast are negligible.

That's right.

Beirut looks down on lavish feasts.

He even regarded the gluttonous feast as a lower-level divine power of killing gods.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

"but."

"That little guy is ruthless."

"In order to increase his strength, he frantically slaughtered the monsters of the Holy Domain."

"Should we stop him?"

"never mind."

"The law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, is the rule of survival."

"It's just that those sacred beasts were too weak."

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