As he felt the power flowing into his body, Liu Zhi realized that becoming a god might be difficult for some people, but for others, it could be remarkably easy.
This divine power had been left behind by the generations of God Kings before Zeus. Compared to Zeus, their power was more chaotic, since they had emerged from chaos. At the same time, their power was also greater than Zeus's, since they had stood at the very source of power from the beginning.
That was why Zeus had used this method to drain their power, leaving them no chance to resurrect.
Liu Zhi had another feeling, too: these God Kings and great gods of divine lineages buried beneath the mountain were truly dead.
As a result, their power was clearly beginning to transform into necromantic energy.
This benefited Liu Zhi, but it was bad for Mount Olympus, which was suppressing them.
As Mount Olympus suppressed these God Kings, it was also affected by their power. If it had only been chaotic divine power, Mount Olympus would have been fine. After all, it was Greece's sacred mountain, and its power came from the same source.
But now the God Kings suppressed beneath it were beginning to turn into undead. That changed things. Though the transformation was slight, and though the Underworld Emperor was drawing off this necromantic power in the Underworld, Mount Olympus would still pick up some trace of its aura.
Once enough of this necromantic power accumulated, it would usher in the Twilight of the Gods and eventually bring about the collapse of the entire Olympian pantheon.
It was just that Liu Zhi probably wouldn't live to see that day.
Brushing the thought aside, Liu Zhi focused entirely on the path ahead.
Liu Zhi realized that as long as