Beirut's Appreciation

Kolan steadied his heart.

He did not let his head get hot and rush to challenge the sixteenth floor.

He picked up the Soul Gold Bead and began to absorb it.

The soul energy consumption from this battle had been significant, as had the consumption of divine power; he needed to recover quickly.

Outside the Necropolis of the Gods, Beirut, who had been keeping a close watch on Kolan, revealed a look of approval.

"Good talent, and a soul mutant to boot; the potential is immense. Being able to stay calm at this moment and not go to the sixteenth floor—he should be able to become a powerhouse in the future." Beirut looked appreciative: "It was worth it for me to increase the reward and grant him a highgod-level soul defense artifact."

Ever since Kolan entered the Necropolis of the Gods, Beirut had been watching him.

Beirut had seen every bit of Kolan's progress and performance with his own eyes.

Originally, Beirut had thought that Kolan would be unable to kill Sophia, that neither side could do anything to the other, or perhaps even that Kolan would be forced to retreat back to the fourteenth floor.

As it turned out, Kolan had actually killed Sophia.

Because of this, Beirut had specifically increased the reward.

That highgod-level soul defense artifact was of exceptional quality, having been used by a super powerhouse who cultivated the Death Law.

That super powerhouse who cultivated the Death Law had come from the Netherworld and was a Prefect of the Netherworld. He had come to the Yulan Plane, only to be beaten to death by Beirut with a single strike of his staff, so naturally, all his possessions became part of Beirut's collection.

Beirut looked again at the High Priest and the War God, who were searching the fourteenth floor, and shook his head.

Although the two of them had gained quite a bit, compared to Kolan, it was simply insignificant.

Moreover, they had not gained the corresponding accumulation of practical combat experience; the improvement to their true strength was almost zero.

Beirut suddenly smiled.

It was true that he was an Sovereign, and it was true that he wanted to cultivate people from his homeland; otherwise, he wouldn't have set the rule of opening the Necropolis of the Gods once every thousand years.

But this was a material plane. Becoming a Saint was already difficult, and becoming a god was even rarer.

If he really spared no cost in cultivating them, he could naturally make many people gods, even highgods.

But that kind of cultivation could not produce true powerhouses.

Having them was the same as not having them!

True powerhouses had to walk their own paths.

What he provided could only be considered an opportunity to become stronger.

Unknowingly, a few more months passed.

Finally, the ten-year period for the opening of the Necropolis of the Gods came to an end.

The Necropolis of the Gods shook, and a passage appeared.

Beirut personally brought Kolan and the others out.

Beirut looked at the three of them with a faint smile: "It seems that the three of you have all gained something in the Necropolis of the Gods this time. Congratulations."

The War God's face was beaming with a bright smile, "I must thank Lord Beirut for giving us the opportunity to enter the Necropolis of the Gods, and also thank Lord Kolan."

The harvest this time was truly astonishing.

The last time he entered the Necropolis of the Gods, he had been chased around and hadn't gained anything at all.

But this time, although he hadn't obtained a godspark, he had obtained two artifacts and some treasures, one of which was even a fire-style artifact, far better than the one he had been using.

The High Priest had obtained three artifacts and quite a few treasures.

"Lord Beirut, I am taking this Nether Phoenix with me. Is that alright?" Kolan kept his posture very low.

Don't look at how many times he had cursed Beirut in his heart; in reality, he was very grateful, and on the surface, he was very respectful toward Beirut.

"That is your business; I do not care." Beirut smiled faintly.

At this moment, the Nether Phoenix was completely different from when she had first entered.

The Nether Phoenix's eyes were vacant; these ten years had been a fate worse than death for her.

She couldn't even commit suicide if she wanted to.

When Kolan heard Beirut say this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterward, Kolan and the others left and returned to the Yulan Continent.

Kolan brought the Nether Phoenix back to the Kolan Empire.

Kolan's figure descended upon the Life Castle.

His soul energy spread out, beginning to search for the location of his children.

With Kolan's current soul strength, and being a soul mutant, he could cover the entire Yulan Continent.

After all, the Yulan Continent was not actually that large!

"Hmm? Leo is in the Far East Prairie, and Hannah is on a mountain at the edge of the Forest of Darkness." Kolan quickly knew the location of his children.

Afterward, Kolan sent a divine sense transmission, "Hannah, come to the castle."

At the edge of the Forest of Darkness, on a high mountain, there was a wooden house.

This place was established by Hannah. Ever since returning to the Yulan Continent from the Necropolis of the Gods, Hannah had always felt as if something was missing.

Her husband had died in the Necropolis of the Gods, leaving a void in Hannah's heart.

She lacked the motivation to do anything.

She simply wandered around, eventually settling here to live in seclusion.

"Father!? Father is back!?" Hannah's face lit up with joy.

Only after going to the Necropolis of the Gods did Hannah realize how dangerous it truly was.

A single moment of carelessness could lead to one's demise.

From a young age, Hannah had always idolized her father; in her eyes, he was omnipotent.

Neither the High Priest nor the War God were any match for her father.

Even so, Hannah still worried about her father being in the Necropolis of the Gods.

Flying through the air, she headed toward the direction of the imperial capital.

Soon, Hannah landed at the Life Castle.

Among the Saint-level experts, only she and Leo were allowed to fly directly to the Life Castle.

Anyone else who dared to fly like that would surely die.

"Father!" Hannah exclaimed with delight upon seeing the figure of Kolan.

"Hannah, look who this is!" Kolan smiled faintly, pointing at the Nether Phoenix kneeling on the ground.

"It's you, you wretch, you ate Hansen." Upon seeing the Nether Phoenix, Hannah was filled with hatred.

"I am handing her over to you now to deal with as you see fit. Whether you kill her or enslave her, the decision is yours!" Kolan said calmly.

"Father, I want to kill her and avenge Hansen!" Hannah took out a magic staff.

Kolan shook his head: "She is a divine beast. Even with your magic, even forbidden magic, you cannot kill her."

Then, with a flip of his hand, Kolan produced a mid-level divine artifact—a sword.

Hannah dripped her blood to bind it, allowing her to use the sword at a basic level.

She then pierced the head of the Nether Phoenix, killing her.

Still not satisfied, Hannah continued to hack away at the corpse of the Nether Phoenix, chopping it into pieces of flesh.

"Wuwuwuwu~~" Two hours later, Hannah threw herself into Kolan's arms and began to wail.

Kolan gently patted his daughter's back, soothing her.

He hadn't killed the Nether Phoenix in the Necropolis of the Gods; instead, he had captured her specifically to bring her back for his daughter to kill personally, allowing her to vent the hatred in her heart.

Hatred can sometimes provide a person with the motivation to cultivate diligently.

But often, it can also cause a person's heart to become unknowingly twisted.

Kolan still hoped that his daughter could remain a person with a healthy heart.

Whether it was from exhaustion after crying or because her husband's murder had been avenged, Hannah fell asleep in Kolan's arms.

Kolan smiled and placed Hannah in a wooden house by the Tree of Life.

Afterward, Kolan began to recover.

Although the Soul Gold Beads obtained in the Necropolis of the Gods could replenish the consumption of soul power, his divine power could not be replenished that way; he had to draw divine power from the Ocean of Divine Power.

Furthermore, the corpse of a divine beast was a treasure that needed to be put to good use.

A divine beast is a treasure from head to toe, even its blood is a treasure!