บท 6: Surging Undercurrents
บรรณาธิการ: Atlas Studios
"and lead our God Realm to suppress the evil power and let light return to the world."
Master God Zeus slowly opened his mouth. Each and every word was like a booming voice that shook the minds of the gods.
"Heimdall, do you have any opinions on the transmission of the holy flame?"
The Guardian God of the Gods, also known as Rig, had a mouth full of gold teeth and a keen and far-reaching vision. Be it day or night, he could see 300 miles away. He could also hear everything around him, and he could hear the hissing of the grass as he leaned down on the ground.
He guarded the entrance of the Celestial Realm day and night to guard the Bifrost Rainbow Bridge against the frost giants' invasion.
He rode on his golden-maned horse and carried the Horn of Olar on his shoulder. Whenever there was an emergency, he would blow the horn and summon the Gods to deal with it.
It was said that he was the number one person in the Celestial Realm.
After surviving the great battle, his strength had risen to a higher level. In these past years, he had never been defeated by a legendary character. As long as one cultivated, they would aim to spar with him.
"Master God, I've already made some preparations for this Holy Flame Transmission plan."
"The person who's transmitting the holy flame has already left for the spirit realm several days ago," Heimdall replied slowly.
"In addition, on my way to the Shadow realm some time ago, I found many evil incarnations of the Nether Realm appearing, and many vampires have been possessed."
"The current vampire race is divided into two factions. Some vampires have started to suck human blood. Their eyes turned from gold to scarlet, and they are even more brutal."
"There are also many races among the Orcs that have started fighting, and they have started to divide their territories."
"The strange thing is that the missing successors of the major planets have all returned to homes, and their strength has increased greatly."
"These people seem to have disappeared into thin air and then appeared out of thin air."
He wondered what kind of mysterious training ground had made so many successors into magic warriors, and each of them was high-spirited.
Although he did not know how strong they were now, they were still fresh blood. In times of crisis, it would be good if they did not hold them back.
In truth, in order to ensure the success of transmitting the holy flame, the God Realm had been extremely worried over the past few years.
He could not break the rules of heaven and earth, nor could he forcefully send the holy flame to the Nether Realm. He had to choose a person and experience all kinds of tribulations before he could send the holy flame to the Nether Realm.
Only those who had personally experienced these tribulations would know the pain they brought.
People found it terrifying because those who completed it would lose their magic shortly after returning and die.
As such incidences increased, no one dared to volunteer anymore.
Even if it was for the grand ambitions of the continent and for the peace and joy of the people, even if one's name would be written in the history books after they succeeded, there were not many people who truly wanted to go.
If it weren't for the evil power, the holy flame wouldn't need to be transmitted frequently.
In short, the demons who didn't want to let people have peace were unwilling to play nice.
However, in the God Realm's golden palace, the gods couldn't wait to see the rise of the God Realm and were anticipating the arrival of the world of light.
And far away in the Nether Realm, the atmosphere was somewhat sorrowful.
The battle that year had dealt them too heavy a blow, making it difficult for them to regain their former glory. Now that the holy flame was about to be extinguished, the Nether Realm could use this opportunity to welcome the Demon King back and rise again. They naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity.
At this time, Satan looked at the demon army under him, and a wave of resentment spread out.
"With the holy flame extinguished, the god race will definitely take action again. We have to do everything we can to stop them."
"As long as we succeed, we can win back His Highness the Demon Lord."
"After His Highness returns, will we still be afraid of being suppressed by the Gods?"
Over the years, Satan had had enough.
Thinking back, when the Demon Lord led them, everyone was afraid of them. How glorious it was.
Satan was so engrossed in his thoughts that he could not help but feel a little excited. Meanwhile, the demon army standing below had a bitter expression on their faces when they heard Satan's words.
How could they stop them? There was simply no way to stop them.
Over the years, the god race had come to disturb their peace while recuperating, making it impossible for everyone to cultivate.
Furthermore, the Demon Lord's powerful guardians had all perished at the hands of the holy flame.
If not for this, Satan would not have been able to become the boss.
It was not that they were unconvinced, but they were more worried about the Nether Realm's current strength.
Many demons had bad expressions.
"Everyone, why are you so dejected?"
"Do you know where Checia is? Where is her nine-tailed fox demon?"
Upon hearing this, many of the demon army below were puzzled. A thousand years ago, after the war, Checia led her nine-tailed fox demon to the spirit world to cultivate magic. After that, there was no news of her.
"She must still be alive. Our priority now is to find her."
"We can't go against the Gods without her."
"That's someone who hates the gods to the core."
"…"
Time flies.
Several days passed in the blink of an eye.
For the rise of the magic world, the two races were extremely busy.
The god race had planned thoroughly, carefully searching and surveying all sorts of calamities, all for the sake of ensuring that nothing went wrong during the transmission of the holy flame. Meanwhile, the soldiers of the Nether Realm had sleepless nights, watching every move of the god race while searching for Checia.
The students who walked out of Ross Library were also busy.
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