High-level martial arts: Starting with a heart of steel, stats crush everything.

Having regained his senses, Chen Mo obediently descended the altitude; it seemed there was a no-fly zone in this divine tomb.

Rumble!

The crimson hue flashed by, but Chen Mo still caught a glimpse of that familiar aura.

"No way, Uncle Song really got transferred to the middle level of the Abyss?"

Chen Mo recognized almost instantly who had unleashed that exaggerated attack; who else could it be but Song Bin?

Besides him, who else gets covered in blood when they fight?

"Fufu, shall we introduce you to my teacher, boss?"

Chen Mo patted Funi, who had fainted from fright, and the little girl woke up with a start.

"The boss's teacher?"

Fennie's small head was full of questions. What should she call the boss's teacher?

Old Master?

"Okay, you can just call him Uncle Song then."

Chen Mo nodded. He had guessed that Song Bin's talent was terrifying, but he hadn't expected him to be even more formidable.

With a flap of its giant wings, Chen Mo flew at full speed toward the cold coniferous forest where Song Bin was located.

Below him, a pair of small, black bean-like eyes stared blankly at Chen Mo as he walked away.

"Quack! This is getting complicated~"

The talking toad hopped into the humus and quickly disappeared.

As they flew, Chen Mo suddenly stopped.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that it wasn't his imagination.

Looking towards the distant mountains and forests, one could see that the majestic mountain range had shifted slightly.

"No way?"

Taking a sniff of the familiar scent in the air, Chen Mo's head buzzed.

The crystal marrow within his body also trembled, as if it too had sensed the familiar fluctuations.

Without hesitation, since Uncle Song was strong enough to be safe in this place, he decided to go and see if the mountain range was the one he knew.

His figure descended rapidly, and Chen Mo finally stood on the mountain peak that had just shifted slightly.

"Eh, Quetzalcoatl?"

Chen Mo tapped the mountain range beneath his feet, awaiting a reply.

After a while, a huge snake head stretched out from the other side, looking at Chen Mo with sleepy eyes.

"You hit my butt."

"Oh, oh, oh." Chen Mo quickly turned his head and looked at the familiar big snake head.

Why are you here?

Why are you here?

The Feathered Serpent King and Chen Mo asked in unison.

"This is my home. If I'm not here, where am I?"

A familiar, gentle voice rang out, and Quetzalcoatl's large eyes were filled with surprise and confusion.

"You're saying the Tomb of the Gods is your home?"

Chen Mo was also stunned. Did that mean that the abyssal rift on Gran Island led directly to the middle abyss?!

"The Tomb of the Gods..."

"I haven't heard this name in a long time."

Seemingly nostalgic, Quetzalcoatl's serpentine face twitched twice.

"This place has opened again. No wonder I sensed so many bastards."

"You're here to find the primordial blood too, aren't you?"

Although Quetzalcoatl was surprised by Chen Mo's arrival, he quickly accepted it.

"Hmm, do you know where the Primal Blood is?"

Chen Mo nodded. It's so convenient to have someone you know doing things for you.

"Of course I know, because a part of the primordial blood is with me."

The feathered serpent king nodded twice with its mountain-sized serpent head, and the gust of wind almost sent Funi flying.

"However, obtaining the Primal Blood from me won't be easy; you'll need to fulfill a few of my conditions."

"After all, it's a transaction; there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Chen Mo agreed with Quetzalcoatl's words, but he didn't understand what "part of the primordial blood" meant.

"What do you mean by 'a portion'? Isn't all blood the same regardless of quantity?"

"Of course not, who told you that primordial blood is really blood?"

The Feathered Serpent King chuckled, his gentle voice quite soothing.

The premise is that you don't pay attention to the source of the laughter.

"The primordial blood was divided into six parts, each stored in the body of a different 'god'."

"I possess one-sixth of the primordial blood; you will need to search for the rest in other environments."

"Once you have all six portions of primordial blood, you can come back to me, and I will take you to complete the final step."

Chen Mo sighed once again at how helpful it was to have connections. If it weren't for the Feathered Serpent King's explanation, he would probably still be guessing by sheer luck.

"Tell me, how does the transaction go?"

"It's simple, just kill someone for me."

The Feathered Serpent King stared intently at Chen Mo, his tone gentle, but deep within him lay excitement.

"Yom Kax, God of Corn".

"......?" A question mark appeared above Chen Mo's head.

"What's wrong? Are you craving popcorn?"

"Don't underestimate him; he is the king of the gods in the Mayan pantheon."

The Feathered Serpent King slowly lowered his head, his large eyes staring straight at Chen Mo.

"I was also created through him."

"The tropical rainforest area of ​​the Divine Tomb was a prison built for him."

"So, what exactly is going on with this godforsaken place?"

Chen Mo frowned; he felt something was off.

These so-called gods are very similar to those in legends, but... they are much weaker.

"All I can tell you is that we are all fakes, and everything here is a fake."

"Your future is limitless. My advice is not to use that Primal Blood."

"For mortals, the primordial blood is indeed an unparalleled treasure."

"It's not for you..."

Although he didn't quite understand what the Feathered Serpent King was saying, Chen Mo roughly understood what this divine tomb was.

In other words, are the gods here all fake?

Suddenly, Chen Mo remembered the Celestial Race.

The Celestials are man-made; they possess their own creator.

Quetzalcoatl said they were counterfeits, and counterfeits are also man-made objects. Could it be that... the Abyss in the past possessed the ability to create gods?

Seeing the strange smile on Chen Mo's face, the Feathered Serpent King tilted his head in confusion.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious who copied you guys."

Chen Mo shook his head and pushed away the feathered serpent king's concerned eyes.

"I don't know, I have no memory of that."

Quetzalcoatl paused for a moment before continuing.

"All I know is that I'm a fake; I don't even know how I came to be."