In an underground chamber beneath Storm City.
Zhang Yang's eyes gleamed as he sat before a desk. A Storage Orb the size of a pigeon's egg lay before him, but judging by the focus of his gaze, he clearly wasn't thinking about how to open it.
Not far away, Zhao Xianyu, who had already completed his transformation, fidgeted restlessly, his eyes full of anticipation.
After all, he was already a level-42 Mountain God. Shape-shifting was a trivial matter. It was just that his advancement had been too rapid. Although he was a level-42 Mountain God, his mindset was still stuck at that of a level-5 minor Mountain God.
There was nothing he could do about it. Since time immemorial, there had probably never been anyone whose advancement was so fast. It had taken him less than half a day to rise from level 5 to level 42—enough to rival thousands of years of struggle by other deities.
It was precisely because of this that Zhao Xianyu was so uneasy.
When Zhang Yang finally ended his contemplation, Zhao Xianyu immediately rushed to say, "My lord, we've already earned enough capital. We can return to the Fantasy World right away. What are you still hesitating over? If we delay any longer, it'll be too late."
"What's the situation now?"
Zhang Yang asked.
"The invaders have already started joining forces against us. An hour ago, I discovered that the maximum range of my Divine Edict had been forcibly reduced to five thousand kilometers. Less than five minutes later, it was forcibly reduced to one thousand kilometers."
"And they're definitely using some kind of higher-grade God-Annihilating Potion. Now, beyond one thousand kilometers, those believers have begun losing faith points because they can no longer receive support from my Divine Edict. By now, we've probably