The Graveyard of the Gods Opens

The matter of the Saintess Guardian Saint had passed, and with nothing else to occupy him, Olivier simply waited for the Graveyard of the Gods to open.

"On the third day of the third month next year, the Graveyard of the Gods shall open." Every god-level powerhouse on the Yulan Continent received this telepathic message from Beirut.

Dylin, Cesar, Rutherford, the War God, Olivier, and Catherine.

The true masters of the Yulan Continent had long awaited the opening of the Graveyard of the Gods.

The Graveyard of the Gods, a game played by Beirut. I hope you have prepared some useful treasures for me, Beirut. After receiving the message, Olivier felt a flicker of anticipation.

Shortly after, Catherine arrived with a graceful gait.

"Olivier, you must have received the message from Lord Beirut as well." This was a major event; the moment Catherine received the transmission, she had come straight to find Olivier.

"Indeed." Olivier nodded. "You've come at the right time; I have some things I wish to ask you."

"What is it?" Catherine asked.

"The Graveyard of the Gods—I have heard the War God speak of it before. To us on the Yulan Continent, it is a great treasure trove, but also extremely dangerous. Tell me, what is the process like?" Olivier inquired.

Having read the original work, Olivier was very clear about the first eleven levels of the Graveyard of the Gods. However, now that he had broken through to the god-level, the first eleven levels were of no concern to him; he needed to understand the situation beyond the eleventh level to be mentally prepared.

"In the Graveyard of the Gods, only those below the god-level can enter the first eleven levels, where there is a chance to obtain a Divine Spark. From the twelfth level onwards, the inhabitants are all god-level powerhouses, and they are all top-tier experts among the gods."

As Catherine said this, she recalled the monstrous god-level powerhouses within the Graveyard. In previous excursions, she and the War God were the only two god-level experts; they had always entered together, and even then, they could barely manage to protect themselves.

If not for the restrictions the Graveyard of the Gods placed on the god-level powerhouses within, Catherine and the War God would likely have perished long ago.

"It is fortunate that the Graveyard of the Gods places restrictions on them; otherwise, even if the War God and I joined forces, we would be no match and would have surely lost our lives. That is why we have only ever been able to remain on the twelfth level." With Catherine's strength, it was clearly impossible for her to pass the twelfth level. The War God, having refined a Divine Spark, was even weaker.

Olivier had always harbored a doubt: if the mortality rate for Saint-level experts entering the Graveyard of the Gods was so high, how had Catherine and the War God managed to survive all this time? If they could clear a level, they should have been able to obtain a mid-level Divine Spark, which would mean they wouldn't be mere low-level gods now.

However, it was only natural that they couldn't clear it.

He hadn't expected that the Graveyard of the Gods would have restrictions on god-level powerhouses. It seemed Beirut did not wish for the only two god-level experts on the Yulan Continent to die.

"How many god-level powerhouses are on the twelfth level?"

Olivier asked.

"There are three in total. Even the weakest is stronger than me; the War God and I can only barely contend with them by joining forces. The closer you get to the entrance of the thirteenth level, the stronger they become."

"I hear the strongest one is a divine beast. Let me tell you, Olivier, divine beasts are all monstrous. You know Dylin from the Magical Beast Mountain Range, right? He is a divine beast, a Swallowing Beast. Ten thousand years ago, when he first broke through to become a low-level god, he was already far stronger than an ordinary low-level god. At that time, there were several other god-level powerhouses on the Yulan Continent. It was only because Dylin wanted to use his innate ability to kill a low-level god and seize their Divine Spark for his son that he was imprisoned by Lord Beirut, only being released a short while ago."

Catherine was deeply envious of the innate abilities of divine beasts.

If you knew the innate ability of a God-Eater Rat, you wouldn't think Dylin's innate ability was so monstrous, Olivier thought.

It was understandable; there were too few god-level powerhouses on the Yulan Continent, and very few divine beasts, so Catherine only knew of a few innate abilities.

"Indeed, divine beasts are all monsters," Olivier said, though there were some things he could not easily share with Catherine.

"This time, we will surely be able to pass the twelfth level," Catherine said after some thought. She herself had broken through to a mid-level god, and there was also Dylin, Olivier, and the others.

"Who knows? Perhaps with more people, the difficulty will increase. The most important thing is to be able to return alive." Olivier had no grand designs for the Graveyard of the Gods. He couldn't use a Sovereign Spark, and Beirut likely wouldn't give him a Sovereign Artifact. As for other Divine Sparks or artifacts, Olivier had no interest in them.

He simply wanted to go and take a look.

"Bebe has arrived in the Yulan Empire. It seems someone is about to have a run of bad luck."

With the date for the Graveyard of the Gods set, Catherine and Olivier spent their time teaching Victoria and her twelve guards, or simply playing chess and chatting when they weren't cultivating.

"Oh? Who is about to have bad luck?" Like Olivier, Catherine had noticed that Bebe had arrived in the Yulan Empire.

"You'll know in a moment," Olivier laughed. "Catherine, I suspect Bebe is a divine beast."

Catherine was stunned, not knowing why Olivier would suddenly say this.

"Think about it. Lord Beirut takes such good care of Bebe, and it has always been far more powerful than any Saint-level magical beast. I suspect it is the same species of magical beast as Lord Beirut," Olivier said.

"Indeed, I think so too," Catherine said. "Could it be that Lord Beirut is truly a mouse?"

Catherine paused for a moment. This was the best explanation, so she linked the mouse to Beirut, and in some ways, they did look quite similar.

"Rudeus, when did he offend Bebe?" As the High Priest of the Yulan Empire, Catherine was naturally no stranger to the Saint-level experts of the empire, and she had noticed Bebe brutally killing Rudeus.

"He was blinded by greed and killed Bebe's parents. Heh, he isn't the only one who is unlucky," Olivier said.

Hearing his words, Catherine suddenly realized the truth.

At the same time.

"How did you know?"

"I guessed."

"How can you guess everything?"

"Naturally, I am a genius Sword Saint, and my disciple is also a genius. Let's go see Victoria; we haven't seen her for a few days."

Olivier couldn't exactly say, "I'm a transmigrator," so he quickly changed the subject.

"Simba, the Graveyard of the Gods is about to open. Do you want to go in and have a go?" Under Olivier's guidance, Simba had already reached the peak of the Saint-level. With the advantages of a magical beast, his strength was likely slightly greater than Fane's.

As a god-level powerhouse, Olivier could lead some Saint-level experts into the Graveyard of the Gods, and currently, only Simba was a suitable candidate under his command.

"Boss, I'll listen to you. If you tell me to go, I'll go." Ever since following Olivier, not only had his strength broken through, but Olivier had also promised to help him become a god. Simba had fully unleashed his rogue nature, fawning over Olivier and obeying his every command.

"If you're listening to me, then go. I'll tell you first: the Graveyard of the Gods is a place where you're more likely to die than live. Even those at the peak of the Saint Realm have a high probability of perishing there. So, be careful and don't die inside; don't make me lose face." Olivier said.

"Boss, can I not go then?" Upon hearing this, Simba was terrified and hurriedly asked.

"What do you think?"

He didn't give him a chance to refuse, leaving only a dejected Simba behind.