Mortal, to Behold Me Is Your Fortune!

The palm-sized god before him was in an extremely peculiar state, seemingly balanced on the boundary between "life" and "death." It weighed less than a kilogram and was only about the size of a fist.

Lu Yuan carefully sensed it. This thing was so weak that even an ordinary Acquired Mythical could easily suppress it. It could be called the weakest kind of god...

"Who exactly is this thing?"

"I remember this cube was a relic of the Yan Snake Civilization... which means this fellow fled to some subsidiary plane.

"And the god's main body wanted to capture it and bring it back? So its identity might be quite important."

Having figured that out, Lu Yuan prodded the lifeform that looked like a chunk of cured meat. It showed no reaction whatsoever. In fact, his poking made its aura grow even weaker, as if it might die at any moment.

Lu Yuan felt somewhat speechless. He wondered whether he should hand it over to the Buzhou Alliance or imprison it himself.

"What if this thing is only pretending? That would be a huge problem. Weaver, do you have any good ideas?"

The Weaver's enormous compound eyes flashed with black light. It meticulously wove a colorless, transparent spatial cage and locked the tiny figure inside—the cage was not absolutely secure. If the other party possessed spatial abilities, it could still possibly escape.

In truth, capturing a god was far harder than trapping a Gui.

Gods generally possessed the ability of Dao Transforms All Living Beings. As long as they left behind even a tiny bit of matter in the outside world, they could easily be reborn.

Thus, despite the war having continued for so many years, not a single god had ever been captured alive.

After creating the spatial cage, the