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The Bartley family castle.

"it is good."

"Your brother supports you."

Regarding Avril's choice.

Raven didn't stop him at all; instead, his eyes showed a hint of appreciation.

This is the true lineage of the Bartley family.

In this cruel world, the only way to control your own destiny is to become stronger.

Since my sister has this ambition.

As her older brother, he naturally had to support her.

The following days.

The castle of Bartlett was enveloped in an eerie yet harmonious atmosphere.

Jenny and Xiaobai, this "lazy" duo, simply and decisively announced their seclusion.

Refining a divine spark requires no enlightenment.

With enough time, things will fall into place naturally.

For these two, this was practically a tailor-made path to godhood.

the other side.

Doug and Avril Lavigne, on the other hand, have a completely different style.

Especially Doug.

This is the old father who used to talk about revitalizing the family.

Now, seeing my children becoming so successful, I'm really inspired.

He locked himself in the training room, honing his fighting spirit day and night, trying to comprehend the obscure and difficult-to-understand laws.

On several occasions when Raven passed by, he could hear beast-like growls and heavy thuds coming from inside.

Raven didn't bother them.

Everyone has their own obstacles and their own path.

As long as Doug doesn't ruin himself, this sense of pressure is actually a good thing.

……

A few days later.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and the morning mist had not yet dissipated.

Raven stood atop the castle tower, overlooking the Cloud City where he had lived for so long.

It's very peaceful here.

The ease he felt caused even the sharp edge he had honed through the carnage to begin to recede.

but.

Comfort has never been a part of Raven's life.

At least.

Before standing at the pinnacle of this world.

Raven will never be satisfied with a comfortable life.

It's time to make a move.

Raven's figure swayed.

No afterimage was left in the air.

Raven seemed to evaporate into thin air, merging directly into the invisible wind.

The Dark Forest.

As a forbidden area on the Magnolia Continent.

This place is still shrouded in a gloomy black fog year-round.

For ordinary holy sites, this place is a death trap.

But for Raven now, this is nothing more than his own backyard.

The castle, entirely black and gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, floated silently deep within the forest.

Before Raven could even get close...

A mocking voice pierced through the layers of space and exploded directly in his ears.

"Oh, what a rare guest!"

"I thought someone had gone back to their hometown and forgotten about this old man."

As the sound faded.

An old man dressed in a simple black robe and with a small mustache appeared out of thin air in front of Raven, with his hands behind his back.

Beirut.

This ruler of the Magnolia Continent.

He was currently scrutinizing Raven from head to toe with his small, all-seeing eyes.

His eyes held a hint of surprise, but more than that, an indescribable satisfaction.

"Lord Beirut."

Raven bowed slightly, performing a junior's greeting.

Although he was at the Great Perfection stage, standing at the pinnacle of godhood.

But he always maintained sufficient respect for Beirut.

For no other reason than that.

This is because the God-Eating Rat is a supreme god.

If the other party wants to attack Raven.

Even if Raven is at the Great Perfection level, he has absolutely no chance of survival.

"Alright."

"Don't give me that platitude."

Beirut waved his hand, his beady eyes narrowing into slits.

"You brat, I sensed you the very first day I returned to the Magnolia Continent."

"What's wrong?"

"Returning home in glory, busy showing off to your family?"

Raven chuckled to himself.

That old man still has such a sharp tongue.

"Family reunion..."

"It was inevitably delayed for some time."

Raven gave a casual reply.

He knew perfectly well that Beirut was making fun of him.

But Beirut is the chief god, so what can Raven do?

We just have to bear it.

"Hmph, excuse."

Beirut gave a soft hum, but didn't dwell on the topic.

He turned around, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

"Since you're here, come with me."

"Where to?"

Lei Wenming asked a question he already knew the answer to.

You'll know when you get there.

Beirut kept everyone in suspense.

His figure transformed into a streak of black light, instantly tearing through the sky.

Raven followed closely behind.

The two walked one after the other, moving at an extreme speed.

The mountains and rivers below receded rapidly like phantoms.

In just a short while.

A salty, damp sea breeze swept over me.

South China Sea.

That enormous island, shrouded in mist year-round, lies silently on the sea like a sleeping beast.

……

The tomb of the gods.

"Let's go."

Beirut waved his hand casually.

The seemingly indestructible outer wall of the cemetery cracked open, wide enough for two people to pass through.

The two did not stay on the ground floor.

Beirut, carrying Raven, ascended the layers of space as if traversing through time.

Those gatekeepers who once struck fear into the hearts of Saint-level experts didn't even dare to raise their heads in the face of the two's aura.

Eleventh floor...

Fourteenth floor...

Seventeenth floor...

Until the eighteenth floor.

The moment the two stepped into this space.

An aura of vastness, antiquity, and boundless majesty pressed down from the sky.

This aura was far stronger than any high-ranking god Raven had ever seen.

Even the Seven-Star Demons and Asura powerhouses in Hell are as insignificant as ants in the face of this aura.

This is a qualitative difference.

It is the chasm between God and the Supreme God.

Before me stretched a vast and boundless land.

Four enormous, suffocating corpses occupied the four cardinal directions.

The most eye-catching thing is a giant blue dragon.

What a breathtaking body it was.

It winds and coils across the earth, its body stretching for tens of thousands of meters, each scale resembling a majestic mountain peak.

Although he has been dead for countless years.

But the lingering power of that super divine beast emperor still caused the surrounding space to tremble slightly.

The Four Divine Beasts!

Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise!

Raven's pupils contracted sharply.

Even if I was mentally prepared, even if I had read the description countless times in the original work.

But when he actually saw the four corpses of the main gods with his own eyes, the visual impact still shocked him deeply.

It's more than just shocking.

Even worse is... cravings.

"Gulp."

Raven's throat bobbed.

The phantom of the Taotie within his body was almost about to burst out.

That is the most instinctive desire for higher energy.

If you swallow them...

If one were to launch a gluttonous feast without regard for the consequences...

Raven could even sense it.

Every cell in his body was screaming, frantically urging him to pounce and tear at the flesh and blood that contained endless laws and mysteries.

But he held back.

Beirut is right next to it.

To act recklessly in front of this supreme deity is absolutely suicidal.

"How is it?"

Beirut's voice drifted over, carrying a hint of melancholy and a touch of pride.

"Were you scared?"