Leaving the Necropolis of the Gods

Inside the O'Brien Empire's palace. ♡💗 🏆💎

The handsome young man, Adkins, who had been chatting and laughing in the pavilion, now lost his smile and coldly looked towards the northeast. He snorted, "This Beirut does indeed possess the strength of Highgod. However, he's far too arrogant."

"Lord Adkins," the Silver-Haired Elder behind Adkins said respectfully, "Beirut's arrogance is not without its reasons."

"Isn't it all because they have Chief Sovereign behind them?" Adkins's delicate eyebrows framed a gaze as sharp as a knife.

However, Adkins also knew that although the Highgod had mastered all the laws, in front of the Chief Sovereign, a single thought from the supreme Chief Sovereign was enough to kill Highgod. The Chief Sovereign was a high and mighty being, revered beyond measure, and could only be looked up to.

"If, if I could," Adkins longed in his heart.

While Gebada Plane Prison, he had also heard about what was hidden in the Necropolis of the Gods. Even a high- Highgod like himself harbored an intense desire for the treasures hidden in the eighteenth level of the Necropolis of the Gods, but Adkins knew...

The Necropolis of the Gods is a game ordained by the Chief Sovereign.

To enter the Necropolis of the Gods, he must respect the rules established by the Chief Sovereign. Violating the rules is to defy the will of the Chief Sovereign. The consequences of defying the will of the Chief Sovereign are self-evident.

"Bernas, have you found out?" Adkins asked coldly.

The Silver-Haired Elder behind him respectfully said, "Lord Adkins, I have investigated and found that O'Brien, Catherine, and several other god-level powerhouses went to the Necropolis of the Gods more than nine years ago. In a little over two months, when the ten-year period expires, they should return."

"Good."

A rare smile appeared on Adkins' face. "I'll just endure it for two more months."

"No one can compete with me!" Adkins muttered to himself. He then raised his glass and downed the drink in one gulp!

Two months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the Necropolis of the Gods!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the entire Necropolis of the Gods trembled.

"Has the ten-year period come to an end?" Lin Feng, who was in the middle of cultivation, suddenly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, a passage shrouded in black light appeared out of thin air in the distance. A figure emerged from the black passage, with long black hair, a black beard, and wearing a black robe—it was none other than Beirut, the strongest expert in the Yulan Sect.

Lin Feng, Doehring Cowart, and Beibei all stood up.

Beirut looked at the three and said, "Your ten-year term is over. You may leave the Necropolis of the Gods." His gaze then fell on Doehring Cowart, a slight smile appearing on Beirut lips. "Doehring Cowart, I must congratulate you. I never imagined that after more than five thousand years of being fallen, you would still have the chance to become a god."

"Grandpa Beirut, you know everything?" Beibei darted over immediately.

Beirut chuckled as he hugged Beibei, nodding and saying, "I manage this Necropolis of the Gods on behalf of the supreme Chief Sovereign, so of course I know what happens Necropolis of the Gods." Beirut glanced meaningfully at the Coiling Dragon Ring in Lin Feng's hand.

Lin Feng wasn't worried at all that Beirut would try to steal his Coiling Dragon Ring. Putting aside his relationship with Beibei, Beirut himself was Chief Sovereign, so it was impossible for him to steal his Sovereign Artifact. Besides, the Coiling Dragon Ring was already damaged.

"Alright, everyone, let's leave the Necropolis of the Gods," Beirut said.

Lin Feng and the other two left the thirteenth floor one by one through the newly constructed passage in Beirut.

As soon as Lin Feng emerged, he discovered a black passage on the twelfth floor wall of the Necropolis of the Gods. Lin Feng immediately spotted the War God and the other three.

"Lin Feng, you've also broken through to the Midgod?" Dylan asked Lin Feng in surprise.

During the ten years in the Necropolis of the Gods, Dylan also broke through to the Midgod realm at the last moment. Therefore, he saw through Lin Feng's cultivation at a glance.

Midgod cannot hide their cultivation level from another Midgod unless they possess a secret technique to conceal their aura.

"Haha, Dylan, my boss broke through much earlier than you. He broke through long before entering the Necropolis of the Gods." Beibei Bei held his head high, looking proud. It was as if it wasn't Lin Feng who broke through, but himself.

Upon hearing Beibei's words, the expressions of the War God and the High Priest changed. One had cultivated for over five thousand years, and the other for over ten thousand years, yet they were still only Lowgod. They were utterly crushed by Lin Feng's words.

Of the four, Cesar was probably the most composed. Cesar had already witnessed Lin Feng's talent. He had previously suspected that Lin Feng was hiding his strength, and now that he saw it, it was indeed true.

But when Cesar's gaze shifted to Doehring Cowart, his eyes widened instantly. "Doehring Cowart? You're Doehring Cowart, the Earth Element Saint Magus of the Puang Empire?"

"Haha, Cesar, more than five thousand years ago you were just a rising star, I never imagined you would be a god-level powerhouse now." Doehring Cowart stroked his beard and looked at Cesar with a smile.

By saying this, Doehring Cowart indirectly acknowledged his own identity.

"Weren't you killed more than five thousand years ago?" Cesar asked in shock.

Although Cesar and Doehring Cowart were not powerhouses of the same era, when Cesar was just beginning to gain some fame, Doehring Cowart was one of the top powerhouses in Yulan. Hise had the good fortune to have met Doehring Cowart and knew that Doehring Cowart was eventually killed. That's why Cesar was able to recognize Doehring Cowart at a glance.

"It's better not to dwell on these twists and turns," Doehring Cowart waved his hand, clearly not wanting to discuss it further.

Besides Cesar, only the High Priest had a vague impression of Doehring Cowart. More than five thousand years ago, there was no Necropolis of the Gods. As a god-level powerhouse, the High Priest had little interaction with the Saint Realm powerhouse like Doehring Cowart. He had only heard of Doehring Cowart.

As for the War God Dylan, they were both powerful figures who rose to prominence after the fall of Doehring Cowart, so naturally they did not know Doehring Cowart.

Lin Feng hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked at the War God and said to the High Priest, "O'Brien, Catherine, in the past ten years, great changes have occurred in Yulan. The empires you have protected have changed hands."

"What?" The War God stared at Lin Feng and asked urgently, "Lin Feng, what exactly happened?"

"Shortly after we entered the Necropolis of the Gods, many powerful beings from the Saint Realm and God Realm tore through space and descended upon Yulan from the Gobada Prison Plane, just like Dylan before. Among them was a Lowgod named Beaumont, who controlled many powerful beings from the Saint Realm and began to Warblade Slaughter mortals in Yulan, collecting souls to refine Soul Gold Bead. At first, it was just a small-scale massacre, so I didn't pay much attention. But they grew bolder and bolder, and under their War-Knife, one dead city after another appeared in Yulan."

"As of several months ago, Beaumont had already Warblade Slaughter 100 million people in Yulan. Two months ago, my Divine Clone, along with the newly ascended gods Desri and Olivier, joined forces to kill Beaumont at the Bosha Dam."

"But none of us expected that the Bosha Dam would be a point of contact between the Gebada Plane Prison and Yulan. Olivier accidentally destroyed the sealing magic circle located on the Bosha Dam with her sword, releasing thousands of the Saint Realm and God-level powerhouses. In the end, it was Lord Beirut who arrived in time to repair the magic circle, preventing an even worse situation from occurring."

"However, of the thousands of powerful individuals we unintentionally released, only a small portion went to the Four Supreme Planes and the Seven Divine Planes; the majority settled in Yulan."

Lin Feng looked at the War God and sighed, "O'Brien, your O'Brien Empire was occupied by a Highgod Adkins. Your War God Mountain was also razed to the ground by his subordinates. Apart from the two who were supervising the battle in the Holy Union at the time, none of your disciples escaped except for Fain."

O'Brien fell silent. When he heard that the one who had conquered O'Brien Empire was a Highgod, all his anger and resentment were extinguished like a candle flame in a heavy rain.

The Highgod were beings high above him, while he himself was perhaps not even an ant in their eyes. Was there any hope of revenge?

Everyone understood how O'Brien felt at that moment, but no one offered him comfort. In a situation like this, further words of comfort would be futile.

Upon hearing about the dire situation of the O'Brien Empire, the High Priest's heart sank. Seeing Lin Feng looking at him, the High Priest hurriedly asked, "How is the situation in the Yulan Empire?"

"The situation in the Yulan Empire is slightly better than in the O'Brien Empire," Lin Feng said. "The one who occupied the Yulan Empire was only a Midgod. Moreover, he was far less ruthless Adkins, so your disciples didn't suffer many losses. Only the two disciples who were originally stationed at the palace were killed."

Although the situation in the Yulan Empire was also bad, it was undoubtedly much better than that in the O'Brien Empire.

"I never imagined so many major events would occur in Yulan in the past ten years." Cesar smiled wryly. "Ten years ago, Yulan only had seven god-level powerhouses. I never imagined that ten years later, there would be a whole bunch of god-level powerhouses, even less valuable than the Saint Realm powerhouses of the past."

Cesar's words, though a self-reflection, are also true. The past decade for Yulan has been a decade of profound change.

Poor Cesar, it took him five thousand years to finally climb to the ranks of the first-level powerhouses of Yulan. But in the blink of an eye, he was back at the bottom. Apart from that freak Beirut, Yulan now even has Highgod, several Midgod, and countless Lowgod. He, a Lowgod, really has no status at all.

"Alright, let's discuss these matters back in Yulan," Beirut said calmly. "Everyone, prepare to depart and return to Yulan."

"Yes, Lord Beirut," Lin Feng and the others replied.

Immediately, led by Beirut, Lin Feng and the other seven god-level powerhouses embarked on their journey back to Yulan.

This day was April 20th, 10044 in the Yulan Calendar, a full ten years after the arrival of Lin Feng and his group!