Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

The people around watched as Guba and Lancelot left, their expressions filled with confusion and worry.

Though they frowned, no one dared to speak up.

After all, they saw the token that Lancelot had held.

Horas, the Radiant Temple's Deity Emperor, had reached the level of a nine-star Deity Emperor; none of them dared to provoke him.

"Sir, were you telling the truth earlier?"

Guba asked Lancelot, curiosity evident in his eyes.

This divine realm was challenging, but surely it wasn't enough to kill everyone inside, right?

"You'll find out soon enough. I need to consult my master regarding this."

Lancelot replied wearily.

He could have left Guba to his fate since Guba wasn't part of the Radiant Temple.

But the reason he made Guba take him away was that he knew people would surround him for questions the moment he left—something he wanted to avoid.

Guba gave Lancelot a deep look and said nothing more. He quickly led Lancelot back to the Radiant Temple.

In the divine realm...

"..."

Roughly half an hour later, the last person self-destructed.

Everyone who had come to the divine realm had perished.

"With all these resources and the materials that Horas is gathering, I should be able to construct part of the skyship."

Sylvus had thoroughly scavenged all the resources from everyone's bodies and was deep in thought.

Building a divine skyship would require a massive amount of materials.

After all, just the length of the ship would exceed tens of thousands of meters.

The list he had given to Horas was just a portion, and there was always the risk of failure during construction, which meant that even more materials would be needed.

Sylvus needed to gather as much as possible.

"Looks like this divine realm is done—I can leave now."

Sylvus looked at the over twenty thousand corpses on the ground, his face expressionless.

This was the law of survival in this world: only the strong could live.

As for the weak, they could only lie in the cold earth.

Without hesitation, Sylvus stepped toward the portal.

With a feeling of vertigo, he soon found himself back in the mountains.

"Look, look! Someone else has come out! The others should be coming out soon too, right?"

"What's going on in there? Why is this only the second person to come out?"

"Wait, why is he the only one? Where are the others?"

Sylvus had just appeared, and the various clan elders waiting around immediately began shouting, their faces filled with confusion as they looked at him.

Sylvus was also slightly surprised; he hadn't expected so many people to be outside.

But he quickly regained his composure and ignored everyone, walking away.

"..."

He had just taken a couple of steps when several figures blocked his path.

Sylvus paused, his gaze shifting to those who had blocked him.

"Young man, do you know what happened inside? Where is everyone else?"

"That's right! Over thirty thousand people went in, but the divine realm portal has been open for an hour now, and you're only the second one to come out. Did something happen in there?"

The people stared at Sylvus, their questions filled with urgency, and the others also looked at him expectantly.

These were their clan's prodigies, and they did not want anything to happen to them.

"They're all dead."

Sylvus glanced at the crowd, his tone calm as he spoke, and then continued walking forward.

"What? They're all dead? Are you serious? How did they die?"

"Kid, explain yourself! This is supposed to be a low-level divine realm—how could everyone die?"

"That's right. If you survived, why couldn't the others? I think you must have had a hand in killing them!"

Sylvus's words caused an uproar among the crowd, with many unleashing their auras and glaring at him.

If he didn't give them a proper explanation, they would not let him go.

Sylvus looked at the crowd, slightly surprised.

He hadn't expected them to guess correctly—it was indeed his doing.

"Move aside!"

His icy voice rang out, but he had no interest in explaining himself to these people.

Though their strength was formidable, with the lowest being a True Deity, he was not afraid of them. After all, even a Deity Emperor had once knelt before him.

The crowd was momentarily stunned before a wave of killing intent surged.

They had never seen such an arrogant junior—daring to tell them to move aside.

"Everyone, my Blood Soul Clan has a method for extracting souls and stripping away memories. How about I use it on this kid to find out what happened inside?"

A man with an enchanting appearance stepped forward, looking at Sylvus with a sneer.

"... It's Elder Helen from the Blood Soul Clan. I didn't expect him to come personally."

"The Blood Soul Clan's soul extraction is terrifying. With this kid's strength, he can't possibly resist. But if it's used on him, he'll either die or become a vegetable."

"Kid, I suggest you tell us everything. If they use soul extraction on you, it will be too late to regret it."

The crowd began talking again. Helen, the elder of the Blood Soul Clan, had his eyes locked on Sylvus, a crimson light shining in them, ready to make his move at any moment.

Sylvus narrowed his eyes—it seemed they really were looking for trouble.

"If you have the ability, come and try."

Sylvus taunted.

Even though his Riotous Will might not work on them, they seemed to have forgotten he also had his Word of Command.

With a single word, these people were nothing.

"Very well. I like your stubbornness. Let me show you the power of my Blood Soul Clan!"

Helen sneered, a red glow surrounding his body.

The surrounding crowd didn't stop him and instead watched coldly.

Though they usually disliked the Blood Soul Clan for their wicked methods, now they were fine with it.

They too wanted to know what had happened inside the divine realm.

"Soul Extraction!"

Helen growled, the red glow around him rushing toward Sylvus.

Watching the approaching crimson light, Sylvus smirked disdainfully.

As soon as the light reached him, he disappeared into the void, and the crimson light hit nothing but air.

"What happened? Where did he go?"

"That kid has a concealment technique, but with so many of us here, how could he escape?"

"Strange, with my True Deity level, I can't detect him. What technique is he using?"

The crowd was stunned.

To enter the divine realm, one's level should not exceed a Celestial Deity, and yet they, as True Deities, could not detect him.

"Die!"

While they were still in shock, a cold voice suddenly echoed in each of their minds.

Everyone's bodies froze, and in the next second, their life force began to drain rapidly.