Inheritance of an alien civilization, King of the Divine Court...
The few surviving gods had flickering eyes, confirming the previous hypothesis.
If it weren’t for their lack of skill and the hopeless odds, even if it ant risking their lives, they would take down Ma Ran.
At this mont, there were still twenty seconds left before the powerful reinforcents arrived on the battlefield!
Fifteen seconds...
Ten seconds!
Ma Ran, who was originally boasting, "suddenly realized" the problem, the arrogance on his face disappeared without a trace, and even showed a bit of panic.
Monts later, this panic gradually evolved into undeniable fear and despair.
He looked at the several gods with eyes wide open and finally focused his gaze on [Shocking Fla], gritting his teeth, "Such quick reaction! Such a big move!"
"Amidst the chaos, you can still dispatch a Middle Rank God..."
"Fate dictates, the sin is not mine."
At this point, Ma Ran grimly smiled.
In the eyes of the gods of Yinghuang Star, knowing that he was dood, a look of determination flashed in his eyes, his entire body radiating a blinding white light.
"Even in death, I’ll take you all down with !"
In an instant, the gods felt as if they were completely shrouded by the shadow of death.
They trembled all over, their divine power turned viscous and uncontrollable, alarm bells ringing in their minds, but it was still too late.
In front of them, Ma Ran turned into a dazzling humanoid fireball and suddenly exploded!
Boom!
An otherworldly radiance intense enough to blind the gods streaked across the sky, like a blackboard eraser.
Wherever it passed, all traces disappeared.
The sound and light vanished together, the entire world seed to be on "mute."
The silence was eerie.
Within a radius of hundreds of kiloters, all living creatures, whether birds, beasts, extraordinary beings, or ordinary creatures, were completely wiped out.
In an instant, heaven and earth were silent and vast.
However...
One survivor remained at the scene—a coincidence perhaps—the simple and honest Bald Deity, though severely wounded, managed to survive, unlike the other gods who perished on the spot.
Crack...
Layers of what seed like gold-adorned crystals shattered and fell from his body.
The Bald Deity coughed up clotted golden blood, struggling to crawl to the site of Ma Ran’s "self-destruction."
A sky pit, over seventy ters in diater and more than a hundred ters deep, appeared on the ground.
No dirt or rubble was visible around.
All that could be seen was molten, black-red magma emitting a scorching aura.
"Cough cough... That guy, self-destructed so decisively!"
"A normal god would never do such a thing..."
"Perhaps..."
"This is the dark side of humanity?"
"Impulsive, irrational, prone to being driven by self-destructive emotions."
"Co to think of it..."
"Just inches away from falling like the other gods..."
At this mont, the Bald Deity still felt a lingering fear.
He grimaced and extended his hand, barely gathering divine power, slicing through the earth like a hot knife through butter. In the blink of an eye, he dug several feet down and retrieved a modest, unassuming Blue Book from the depths of the "sky pit."
The Bald Deity glanced at the simple blue cover of the book, seeing two words inscribed on it—"Burning Martial."
Its paper felt ordinary, without a trace of supernatural power, but the Bald Deity’s Sixth Sense told him...
This book was the "greatest secret" of Shocking Fla’s humanity incarnation.
Otherwise, how could it have survived such a massive explosion?
A re humanity remnant could be so terrifyingly powerful...
Now that he had obtained this secret, what kind of realm could he reach?
The Bald Deity eagerly opened the cover and saw the title page—Author: [Prophet] Ma Ran.
He had heard of this na!
Though he was just a peripheral god in the Divine Court, he paid attention to high-profile news like the "No. 7 Demon Nest."
"If I rember correctly, this [Prophet] Ma Ran’s No. 7 Demon Nest should be called Earth?"
The Bald Deity skimd through half of the "Burning Martial" manuscript in no ti, breaking into a cold sweat.
No matter how out of the loop he was, he realized sothing was amiss.
"The years ntioned in this book don’t match with the current Earth at all!"
He focused his mind and glanced at the Blue Book in his hand.
"Earth, Extraordinary Calendar Year 2, January 1st."
"In a duel with the Martial God, I triumphed by a narrow margin, thanks to superior skill."
"Inspired, I began consolidating all past learnings."
"Driven by enthusiasm, I deduced Secret Techniques, opening a new realm in ’Burning Martial.’"
"This realm will shatter the shackles of the cosmos, defy world laws, allowing a mortal body to stand alongside the Upper Rank Gods..."
With countless thoughts racing in his mind, the Bald Deity’s gaze fell on the words "Upper Rank Gods," instantly breaking into a pale golden sweat, his whole body starting to tremble.
He didn’t have ti to look closely and imdiately hid the Blue Book on his person.
"Right now, Earth is still two or three months away from the second year of the Extraordinary Calendar!"
"This cultivation manuscript..."
"Did it travel through ti, breaking through the quantum haze, from the future?"
He knew that the Middle Rank God, who had accepted the previous task, should be arriving at the scene soon.
After confirming that this "Burning Martial" held earth-shattering secrets, he even burned the Faith Power Crystal to conceal its presence.
After doing all this, before the Bald Deity could catch his breath, a lazy youthful voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Hand over what you just hid."
Hearing this voice, the Bald Deity trembled all over.
He turned around to find a short, sowhat feminine-looking young god watching him with an amused expression.
"How does it feel to narrowly escape death?"
The young god teased, "So excited you can’t speak?"
The Bald Deity imdiately recognized the other’s identity.
This rascal was the notorious Bounty Hunter God from the three major civilizations under the Divine Court—Middle Rank God, [Yan]!
He opened his mouth, wanting to argue.
But the words got stuck in his throat.
In the end, he could only hang his head, let out a depressed sigh, dolefully handing over the Blue Book "Burning Martial" to the other.
He realized...
[Yan] had probably arrived at the scene long ago.
Perhaps, if it weren’t for them, he would not have survived the explosion just now.
"I love dealing with smart gods like you."
[Yan] casually took the Blue Book, touched his gleaming bald head, and teased, "The minimum completion for this task was to ensure one god and a hundred thousand Yinghuang Star natives survived."
"Seems I picked the smartest, most sensible one."
With that, [Yan] smirked, seemingly amused, "I know everything that happened here."
"That humanity remnant of Shocking Fla, quite impressive indeed..."
"King of the Divine Court, tsk, a ridiculous delusion."
After speaking, his eyes fell on the Blue Book "Burning Martial," and his smile gradually froze.
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