"What’s so great about becoming a deity?"
Julius Reed sat on an ancient chair, his hands folded in front of him, and smiled as he spoke, "The fate of deities, isn’t it just to be taken down by ?"
Such offensive words, perhaps no one else in the world would dare to say, except him.
But Julius Reed had suppressed the God Temple for five thousand years!
He had that qualification.
"Heh heh." The old man gave an awkward laugh, placing his hands on his cane, montarily unsure how to respond.
"Western Emperor, don’t be like that." Pranay Martinez patted Julius Reed on the shoulder. "You just killed this conversation with that remark."
"Oh." Julius Reed stretched out a hand, calmly saying, "Go ahead, let’s discuss in detail."
He nonchalantly glanced at his Rolex, reminding the other that his ti was precious.
He didn’t believe that this God Temple was established by this old guy in front of him.
The simplest logic, sheep have no ability to lead a pack of wolves.
Those monks, they were definitely not benevolent!
There was no killing intent from the old man; the most likely scenario was that he was a scapegoat.
As for who was truly behind him, it was intriguing.
"To you all, deities may not be worth the effort, but to , they’re very important. I need to live, to keep living. The world of deities, though you have destroyed it, you don’t understand it," the old man cleared his throat and began to share his thoughts.
"I’ve always believed that the God Temple being called a temple is very correct. It completely transcends our understanding and challenges our imagination."
"The God Temple has its own processes; to put it in today’s terms, it’s like a program that can perfectly establish rules and create power. And the ti when the God Temple first appeared is far beyond our five-thousand-year-old civilization."
"I know you disdain becoming a god, but I can help you end the chaos and make you a true ruler. anwhile, I will replace the original deity and ensure we live in peace."
The old man finished and squinted, staring directly at Julius Reed. "Holy Master, if you’re willing, we can collaborate right now."
"Alright." Julius Reed stood up and walked towards the old man.
"Protect the master!"
A group of Martial Artists instantly blocked in front of the old man.
They looked at Julius Reed warily.
"Just with them, they can’t stop ." Julius Reed reached forward with both hands, fiercely lifting his knee!
Bang!
Two Martial Artists flew backward and imdiately ceased to exist.
Right after, Julius Reed stepped forward, extending his right hand, clutching it into a fist!
And then swung it out directly!
Bang!
Four Martial Artists were instantly struck away, dying on the spot.
The old man trembled, still seated in the chair.
He didn’t move.
"Don’t be nervous." Julius Reed placed his right hand on the old man’s shoulder, leaned over, and said, "I just wanted you to understand my sincerity. If I wanted to kill you, it would be easy. Understand?"
"Haha." The old man placed his cane beside the chair and clapped his hands, saying, "As expected of the Holy Master, truly impressive! So, shall we have a pleasant collaboration?"
He stretched out his hand, but recalling the reason for Ramiro’s death, he retracted it again.
"Speak your plan." Julius Reed turned his back to the old man; he could sense that the people in the dark who were originally prepared to attack had withdrawn their killing intent.
They retreated.
"This place was originally the ruins of the Nine Spirits God Temple. I’ve guarded it for an era, discovering so secrets of the temple. Holy Master, please follow down to witness the secrets of the God Temple with your own eyes," the old man said, standing up and smiling. "The earlier confinent of you two was rely a test. Strong as you are, you naturally understand this principle. Only when I’m sure that you both are strong enough, can we proceed to collaborate."
"I don’t mind." Julius Reed nodded with a smile, "After all, we’re unhard, and those who died were your people."
As soon as these words were spoken, the old man’s smile froze on his face.
He hadn’t planned to co out.
Ramiro was supposed to be a pawn pushed to the front.
But the Holy Master defied the rules and directly eliminated him, forcing the old man to reveal himself.
The old man hadn’t prepared for this today; it was all on-the-spot improvisation.
The pressure was imnse.
This Holy Master killed without hesitation; if he turned his murderous intent on the old man, life would end.
For so reason, as the old man stood, his legs suddenly started to shake.
"Please follow ," he extended his hand, making a ’please’ gesture, indicating the dark direction ahead.
Julius Reed walked behind him, hands clasped behind his back.
They walked for about ten minutes, arriving in front of an elevator.
"Please!" The old man entered the elevator first.
The elevator descended quickly.
In less than five seconds, the three reached a different kind of space.
It was a laboratory.
In the center-most glass tank was a person.
Calling it a person, yet it wasn’t human.
Because it only had the outline of a human but not the appearance of one at all.
"My ancestors researched the God Temple for thousands of years, uncovering so secrets," the old man pointed to the glass tanks before him, sighing, "The ability to create divine servants is truly admirable! Despite my family’s countless efforts, we still couldn’t achieve perfect replication."
"Who were your ancestors?" Pranay Martinez suddenly inquired.
The old man was imdiately stumped by the question.
Julius Reed was unfamiliar with the God Temple’s history, but Pranay Martinez was genuinely a divine servant!
He had served the God Temple with high status back then.
He knew a lot about the God Temple.
"Don’t ask; you’ll just make him awkward," Julius Reed whispered in Pranay Martinez’s ear.
"Understood." Pranay Martinez nodded with a smile and said, "I think I might know your ancestors. When we’re done, take to et them. If they’re alive, we should have a drink. If they’re deceased, I’ll light incense."
"Definitely! Definitely!" The old man’s forehead was already sweating, not knowing how to answer indeed.
It would be alright if he didn’t speak, but once he did, he’d be exposed, and all would be in vain.
"Oh, by the way." Easing the awkwardness, the old man spoke, "I’ve mastered the way to enter the God Temple. You just need to go inside, take out the most important thing, and I can replace the God Temple. Create divine servants, and beco the new god!"
"Enter?" Pranay Martinez was slightly surprised and said, "How do we enter the God Temple? Where we were just now is the temple’s ruins, isn’t it?"
He had only seen the God Temple, not knowing what was inside.
In fact.
What Darin had shown him back then was already infinitely close to the God Temple.
"No, the God Temple can be completed because there’s a crucial thing inside. But this is just a guess by our family, and we want to ask the Holy Master to verify," the old man said with excitent in his eyes.
"Alright, but is there no danger?" Julius Reed nodded, having no objection.
"There’s definitely danger. Because inside, there are many divine servants. That’s why I ntioned right from the start, only you can help! Because you’ve suppressed the God Temple before!" The old man beca increasingly excited as he spoke.
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