Beirut was a good actor. From the perspective of an administrator, he gave a long speech, often talking about how great the Sovereigns were.
Like Wang Po selling melons and praising her own wares.
But he offered no help at all regarding how to conquer the Graveyard of the Gods or obtain divine sparks, divine artifacts, and treasures.
This old man only held a meeting once every thousand years. Maybe he'd been holding it in too long, Olivier thought. He also knew that obtaining divine sparks and artifacts depended on strength; there were no shortcuts.
He just hadn't expected Beirut to be so narcissistic.
"All right, you can all leave. We depart tonight."
The god-level experts who ruled the Yulan Continent with ease were extremely restrained before Beirut. Beirut had been doing all the talking, and Olivier did not dare say much, afraid that he might accidentally reveal something and arouse Beirut's suspicions.
Upon hearing Beirut's words, the god-level experts felt as though they had been granted a pardon and promptly left.
The six god-level experts landed before the Metal Castle.
The many Saint-level experts immediately came forward respectfully to receive their orders.
"Some of you have entered the Graveyard of the Gods before, while others have not. This time is different from the past, so I am sincerely reminding you of a few things," the kind High Priest said, just as in the original story.
He explained that they would enter through the seabed of the South Sea this time, that it was the most dangerous route, and so on.
"Olivier, I truly admire you. You became a god so quickly. Other than Lord Beirut, there has never been anyone I admired, but I have no choice but to admire you. I cultivated for five thousand years—how many years have you cultivated for?" Cesar said, pulling Olivier aside.
"Haha, I just accidentally broke through." Olivier still thought highly of Cesar.
Cesar was someone who enjoyed life. He was lazy, cold, and broad-minded, making him suitable as a friend.
Whenever the Graveyard of the Gods opened in the past, the greatest Saint-level experts of the Yulan Continent would participate. However, Cesar was not particularly eager to obtain a divine spark; he remained very confident in himself.
That was why he had become the first person in five thousand years to become a god through his own efforts.
"Olivier, I admire you too. When I first met you, your strength already far surpassed that of a Saint-level limit expert. You beat me so badly that I could not fight back. If not for you, I do not know when I would have become a god. Thank you," Rutherford said as well.
"Rutherford, we were merely sparring. It was all thanks to you; there is no need to be so polite." Fane had not broken through using the same method, while Rutherford had. It still depended on the individual.
The few of them began chatting.
"Dylin, hello." Olivier greeted Dylin as well, considering them acquainted now.
"Hello." Dylin was both demonic and cold.
Perhaps because he was a divine beast, he was naturally proud. He looked down on someone who had only just become a god. Back then, he had hunted god-level experts for their divine sparks and had only been imprisoned afterward.
Olivier did not bother trying to ingratiate himself. If Dylin looked down on him, then he looked down on Dylin too.
Although Dylin was gifted, he was still somewhat inferior to Taros.
Late at night, Beirut suddenly appeared like a ghost.
"Lord Beirut." Whether god-level or Saint-level, everyone respectfully greeted him.
"Bebe, come here." Bebe, who had been on Linley's shoulder, leaped directly into Beirut's arms.
Two rats, Olivier thought as he watched.
"Let's go."
With a single command,
the six god-level experts and more than eighty human and magical beast Saint-level experts took flight.
They headed for the South Sea, passed through the planar gateway, and arrived at the Graveyard of the Gods.
During the first ten years after the Graveyard of the Gods opened, god-level experts would not attempt its trials.
Ten years.
That was a long time.
Olivier had only been in the Yulan Continent for a little over a decade in total, yet this would take another ten years.
Without Rutherford and me, but with Simba added in, and Linley seems stronger than he was in the original story... I wonder what their outcome will be, Olivier thought.
"What are you thinking about so intently, Olivier?" Catherine asked.
Catherine and Olivier were in the same group now, and the two often spoke. The others, aside from Cesar, hardly spoke at all.
"Ah, nothing. I was thinking about how many of them will survive and whether they can obtain divine sparks," Olivier said.
"Hehe, you're worried about your pet Simba, aren't you?"
"This time, it will be good enough if one-third survive. I heard from Saint-level experts who came out several times that the creatures guarding the place are extremely powerful, far stronger than ordinary Saint-level limit experts. It will be good enough if they can save their lives. As for obtaining divine sparks, only one person has gotten one all these years. But after that fellow obtained it, he went to the Divine Realm," Catherine said with a smile.
She knew that although Olivier appeared cold, he could not truly disregard life. He cared especially deeply about those close to him.
"Haha, it would be a pity if so many Saint-level experts died," Olivier said.
"What is there to pity? If they die, they can only blame their lack of strength." O'Brien suddenly interjected from the side, his tone somewhat unfriendly.
Olivier had always felt that O'Brien was somewhat hostile toward him. He had occasionally sensed it ever since they first met. Logically speaking, he had not offended O'Brien, so it should not have been this way.
Those words were clearly picking a fight, leaving Olivier with no good response.
"Olivier has cultivated for a short time. It is perfectly normal for him to feel that way," Catherine interjected. She had noticed that something was wrong as well and hurried to ease the tension.
But the effect seemed to be exactly the opposite.
What has gotten into the War God? The others also clearly sensed that something was off.
"Haha, he's jealous. I've seen this situation plenty of times. Ordinary people are like this too; I just didn't expect the War God to have such a side to him. Haha." Cesar, who remained attached to the mortal world, immediately saw the reason.
His voice was not loud, but everyone present heard him.
Could Catherine and O'Brien be involved? There seemed to be some hints of that in the original story. But based on my understanding of Catherine, that is impossible. It seems O'Brien is only pining after her alone.
Olivier immediately understood. That did indeed seem to be the case.
Originally, aside from Beirut and Hodan, there had only been two god-level experts on the Yulan Continent: Catherine and O'Brien, one man and one woman.
It was like being stranded on an island with only one man and one woman. Food and drink would not be a problem, but no one knew when they could be rescued. If the man had no thoughts about the woman, then he was either a eunuch or gay.
As soon as O'Brien became a god, he challenged Catherine, declaring that he wanted to unify the Yulan Continent. If Catherine lost, he would naturally take the chance to make her his wife.
"Catherine, I want to unify the Yulan Continent. You cannot stop me. As long as you agree, we can share the continent's faith together. What do you say?" Five thousand years ago, O'Brien had said to Catherine with high spirits.
But in the end, as a god-level expert who had broken through using a divine spark, he was simply no match for Catherine.
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