With the Wolf God's corpse in his hands as well, he was even more confident in truly attaining combat strength at the level of a god.
At that thought, his mind suddenly became clear and open. It felt as though every bone in his body had opened up. It was an indescribable sensation; the barrier in his heart had been shattered, broadening his horizons and making everything suddenly clear.
He knew that breaking through to the next realm was no longer an insurmountable chasm. Still, it would take time, and he did not have that time now. Too many matters demanded his attention.
A flute appeared before him, rippling with waves of Divine Might that spread outward in circles.
Ye Xiwen grabbed the flute. The silver flute, seemingly forged entirely from silver, instantly erupted with astonishing Divine Might, transforming into energy shockwaves that spread in every direction, intending to blast Ye Xiwen away.
"You still dare struggle!" Ye Xiwen shouted. Slowly closing his palm, he firmly suppressed the erupting Divine Might and seized the silvery-white flute body.
"Who dares spy upon this one's divine artifact!"
An incomparably tremendous roar emerged from deep within the silver flute. Then, a terrifying figure shot out from it, spreading boundless Divine Might. Countless rays of divine light radiated from him, dyeing the sky the golden hue of a wheat field.
It was a middle-aged man clad in a golden divine robe, though his features could not be seen clearly. From his proud aura and the power emanating from him, Ye Xiwen could easily judge that this middle-aged man was likely a god.
Ye Xiwen had seen gods before, but they had either fallen or been asleep. This one, however, was undoubtedly a living god, and his strength was on an entirely different level from