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Chapter 234: Chapter 234: The Fall of The Immortals, Descent into the World of Gods

Chapter 234: The Fall of The Immortals, Descent into the World of Gods



"Hmph!" Cand-Dragon snorted coldly, his gaze sharp and unkind. "Kid, I've saved your life twice. The debt between you and the Beast Clan is settled. The next time we meet, we'll be enemies."

"Lord Cand-Dragon, please don't!" Tony interjected urgently, even bringing up John's identity as the prophesied savior.

Ben, who stood beside them, also pleaded, "Lord Cand-Dragon, the Godslayer is the key to defeating the gods."

Boom!

Suddenly, a deafening buzz erupted in John's mind. He, Tony, and Ben simultaneously coughed up blood, their souls wounded.

The soul connection between them had been forcibly severed, and the constraints of their soul contract vanished.

Such terrifying power!

John looked at Cand-Dragon, shock written all over his face.

He had a soul contract with the Beast Clan's roc as well, but during the recent conflict with the gods, roc had fallen.

Cand-Dragon glanced at the three of them, his expression haughty. "I have been resurrected. I have no need for a savior!"

"Let's go!" With a wave of his hand, he prepared to lead the Beast Clan powerhouses away.

"Senior, wait." John stepped forward to block his path, speaking earnestly, "I need to know- where are the bodies of The Immortals?"

Cand-Dragon frowned and stared at him coldly. "They've all perished. Their souls have scattered, and their Divine Souls have been obliterated."

"What?" John exclaimed in shock, unable to accept this. "Is that really true?"

He suspected Cand-Dragon was lying, perhaps to prevent him from resurrecting The Immortals, as their return could pose a threat to the Beast Clan's supremacy.

"Hmph, do you think I would lie to you?" Cand-Dragon's tone was icy as he continued, "Although I detest The Immortals, I also respect those people. They sacrificed their soul power and performed a technique to reverse the flow of time..."

He stopped speaking abruptly, having already deduced John's true identity.

"What?" John took a step back, realizing that his own rebirth might indeed be connected to The Immortals.

But could it be that so many Immortal-level beings sacrificed their lives just to bring him back?

Was it really worth it?

The weight of responsibility pressed down on him, making it difficult for him to breathe. How could he, a single individual, possibly contend with the gods?

Moreover, the Demon Race clearly harbored great hostility toward him, and the Beast Clan was equally unwelcoming.

Seeing John's dejected expression, Cand-Dragon seemed momentarily moved.

He, too, had once experienced such powerlessness. When the Beast Clan's world was annihilated, he had been just like John-watching his people perish, helpless in the face of the overwhelming power of the gods.

"When you reach my level of strength, human, you will truly understand how insignificant you are," Cand-Dragon said, before turning away without another word, leading the Beast Clan away.

Tony and Ben hesitated for a moment but eventually followed.

"Godslayer, take care!" Ben grasped John's hand firmly.

"Don't do anything behind my back," Cand-Dragon's cold voice called out.

Ben dared not linger any longer and quickly chased after the others.

John looked down at his palm in confusion. Two small words had been scribbled there: Jean. "What's this supposed to mean? Why does everyone keep speaking in riddles?" He muttered to himself, unable to decipher the message.

Jean was the Flower Fairy of the Beast Clan, but what secret could she be hiding?

Tony had mentioned before that Jean could help him awaken his bloodline.

But now John had already awakened his bloodline-the formidable Divine Dragon bloodline.

He couldn't figure out what other mysteries Jean might hold.

"Forget it, let's head back to Death Land," John decided, transporting himself back to his domain.

The battle with the gods had inflicted heavy casualties on both the Demon Race and the Beast Clan. Even his trusted subordinates, Thunder and the Death Demon General, had perished- this time, completely obliterated.

The only silver lining was that Avis, being weaker, had not entered the Void Area and thus survived.

"Master!" Avis stood beneath the colossal sword, curiosity written all over his face. Seeing John appear, he rushed over immediately and asked with concern, "Did you defeat the gods?"

John smiled faintly, feeling the unconditional trust Chris had in him.

He began, "There's been a major upheaval in the world of Gods. My previous plan failed-I didn't find The Immortals. Instead, I inadvertently resurrected the Demon Race, the Beast Clan, and many other powerful beings. To stop them now, our only hope is to descend into the world of Gods ourselves, obtain The Immortals' legacy, and perhaps gain a fighting chance." He paused, realizing the gravity of what he was asking. After a moment of silence, he continued, "Here are 307 spatial stones. I hope the Blues Family can select 307 of their most powerful fighters-or the most talented individuals-to descend into the world of Gods and seek the legacy of The Immortals. However, these people..."

"I understand." Chris interrupted with a calm smile, then turned to look at Armstrong and Peter. "Which of you two will stay behind?"

"Father, let Peter stay," Armstrong replied immediately.

"No, I'm going," Peter objected, shaking his head. "Plus, I'm stronger than Dad. I'm the

better choice."

With John's assistance and the merging attributes of the world of Gods with reality, Peter's current strength indeed surpassed Armstrong's.

Chris glanced at the two men and spoke decisively, "Peter, the future of the Blues Family is

now in your hands."

"Grandpa, I... I'm not capable..." Peter stammered, but Chris cut him off.

"Don't bring shame to the Blues Family name. The Blues Family has endured for over a

thousand years. It didn't fall during my time, and it certainly won't fall during yours. Don't worry, I'll clear any obstacles in your path," Chris reassured him, his stern expression softening into a gentle smile. Though he was strict with Peter, his affection for his family ran

even deeper.

"Father, are you planning to go too?" Armstrong asked, unable to hide his reluctance. Chris's eyes flashed with pride as he replied calmly, "Is there anyone else in the entire Blues Family who's more qualified than I am?"

Both father and son wanted to say more, but Chris raised his hand to silence them. "Boss, what about me?" Ritchie looked at John, his voice laced with anticipation. He, too,

wanted to descend into the world of Gods.

"You can't." John rejected him outright, his tone firm. "Ritchie, your legion is the last line of defense. If we fail, the fate of Earth will be in your hands."

John knew what awaited them in the world of Gods-resurrected gods from various powerful races. One misstep could mean complete annihilation. This was his final, desperate gambit. Ritchie forced a bitter smile. "Boss, if you fail... do you really think I can stop any of this from

happening?"

John placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Just do your best." Ritchie nodded resolutely. He didn't say much more, but John knew what he meant.

John glanced at his game pod, then instructed, "Don't tell Sini about this. I don't want her to

worry. And remove my game pod. Tell her I've entered a secret area for training and that, for

safety reasons, it's been moved to the military compound. We'll meet up in the world of

Gods."

As he spoke, a spatial stone appeared in his hand. It was the same one he had received from Toby during the operation against the Mike White Family.

He channeled his spiritual power into the stone, activating it. In an instant, a wave of spatial energy rippled through the room, and his figure vanished without a trace.

The others exchanged glances, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on their shoulders.

They could all sense that this time, John had been pushed to the edge, forced to make a last, desperate stand.

Chris took out another spatial stone and handed it to Armstrong. "Let's go. Peter, move John's game pod. Make sure your sister doesn't find out."

"Understood." Peter nodded, then turned to help Ritchie move John's game pod.

Inside another game pod:

Sini sat with her eyes tightly closed, but a single tear slid down her cheek.

Only when she was certain everyone had left did she open her eyes, her expression filled with

rage.

"Hmph, you say I abandoned you? You bastard! You think you can leave me behind..." She

stood up, quickly changing into a set of black, stealthy attire. She had made up her mind to

steal a spatial stone.

She was a Shadow Assassin, a hidden class with powerful Concealment abilities. With John

gone, there was no one here who could detect her presence.

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