The Collector

The god the Church had tried to contact for so long without success had actually been hiding right under their noses.

At this moment, beside Augustus Solodin, Sapphos, known as the God of Prophecy, raised his head and looked toward Shen Lin. When their gazes met, he gave Shen Lin a gentle look and nodded.

"Is that the traveler from the outside world mentioned in the prophecy?"

A god looked at Shen Lin and murmured curiously.

"All right, everyone, stay focused!"

Augustus Solodin interrupted the others' thoughts in a deep voice, his solemn gaze fixed on the tentacles in the sky.

"We have slept for so long. The opportunity we've been waiting for has arrived."

"This fellow has finally revealed part of his physical form before us."

"Time is pressing. Let's move!"

As he spoke, the wings behind him beat, and he shot into the sky.

"Disperse the darkness!"

With his soft murmur, the radiance emanating from his body grew even more brilliant, surging straight toward the eerie tentacle.

The holy radiance fell upon the tentacle, immediately producing a sizzling sound as it burned.

The other gods did not remain idle, either. Although they were filled with curiosity about Shen Lin, this was clearly no time for idle chatter.

Following the prophecy, they had slept for such a long time, gradually changing their cultivation paths and breaking free from the Great Dao they had fused with. Under Augustus Solodin's guidance, they had truly grasped the power of laws.

Now was the time to unleash that power.

"Flames, burn away all evil in the world!"

The Flame God, whose hair was crimson red, roared and threw a punch. Flame Power surged forth and slammed into the tentacle.

At the same time, thunder raged and violent winds howled.

Ax shadows swept across