Strongest Lower God

O'Brien was sent flying; although he hadn't suffered any real injuries, the outcome was already painfully clear.

"How is Olivier this strong?" Rutherford and Cesar were stunned, their mouths agape in shock. This level of power far exceeded their own.

Olivier's strength is not inferior to mine, Dylin calculated internally. He knew he couldn't have defeated O'Brien so effortlessly, though he possessed innate divine abilities and refused to believe he would lose to Olivier.

How many years had Olivier been cultivating, and how many had he himself spent? Furthermore, he was a divine beast, while Olivier was merely a common human.

Just how many more surprises does this guy have? Catherine wondered as she watched Olivier defeat O'Brien with such ease.

Since she had first met Olivier, he had not only practiced a strange form of martial arts that helped her break through her bottlenecks, but he had also achieved godhood in a short span of time and seemed to know many things that were completely unknown to her.

While she had considered that he might be quite strong after becoming a god, she had never imagined he could defeat O'Brien so easily.

The most shocked person of all was not them, but O'Brien himself.

How is this possible? How? O'Brien had been knocked back several kilometers. Though uninjured, it was clear that Olivier had dealt with his ultimate move with nothing more than a casual flick of his wrist, proving that Olivier was significantly stronger than him.

How long had Olivier even been a god? O'Brien had intended to teach him a lesson, and he simply could not accept being defeated so thoroughly.

As someone who had attained godhood, he was a rational man; he did not attack again, unwilling to invite further humiliation.

Still, the loss was crushing.

"With your level of strength, you aren't qualified to instruct me," Olivier said coldly, staring at O'Brien.

Hearing Olivier's words, O'Brien felt incredibly awkward, wishing he could find a hole to crawl into.

He had brought this upon himself; he had asked for this humiliation.

"Haha, what does it mean to be a genius? You are all geniuses of your respective eras for being able to reach godhood, but compared to Olivier, you are indeed far inferior. Olivier's talent is something even I envy. I just didn't expect him to be even stronger than I anticipated."

Beirut, standing to the side, was also somewhat surprised to see Olivier defeat O'Brien so easily.

He had seen it clearly: that move of Olivier's had fused the Profundity of Light Elements with the Profundity of Light Speed. To be able to fuse elemental profundities so soon after becoming a god was truly remarkable.

He knew that Olivier also possessed a Darkness God Clone and could perform divine power fusion. Given that the strength of a single clone had reached this level in such a short time, he believed Olivier had the power to go head-to-head with a mid-level god.

This was an extremely rare occurrence. Even the God-Eater Rat, a heaven-defying divine beast, could be invincible among its peers but could not challenge those of a higher rank. Olivier had given him a massive surprise.

"Olivier, your true strength should be about the same as Catherine's, right?" Beirut continued, having just finished praising him, perhaps feeling it wasn't enough.

This time, Dylin could not remain calm.

"Ah, Lord Beirut, is what you say true? I see his strength as only at the peak of a low-level god; how could he possibly rival a mid-level god?" Dylin asked.

He had spent time in the Gobada Plane and knew the gap between low-level and mid-level gods. Even though he was currently at the peak of a low-level god, he was still far from the strength of a mid-level god.

Beirut did not speak, clearly unwilling to answer Dylin's question, and instead looked at Olivier, waiting for his response.

"That should be about right," Olivier said.

"Good, good, not bad, not bad. Olivier, you are one of the strongest low-level gods I have ever seen."

Beirut repeated himself several times, his smiling eyes gleaming with a sharp light that made Olivier feel a bit uneasy.

"Olivier, I am impressed, truly impressed," Cesar also came over to say to Olivier. He didn't ask why; since Beirut wouldn't say, it wasn't his place to press.

The others also expressed their admiration one after another.

In the days that followed, none of them left the Yulan Continent; instead, they stayed together to exchange pointers, as they rarely had the chance to meet.

Cesar and the others kept trying to probe Olivier, asking why Lord Beirut had said his strength rivaled that of a mid-level god.

Olivier always replied that it was a secret he couldn't share; after all, who didn't have their own secrets? They found it difficult to press him further.

Dylin, however, remained skeptical, so he challenged Olivier to a spar.

Olivier fought using his Light God Clone, and Dylin discovered that Olivier's divine body was even stronger than his own divine beast physique. Olivier's speed was also faster than his, and in the end, Dylin was defeated.

Finally, Olivier agreed to let him use his innate divine ability, but the result remained the same: defeat.

From that point on, Dylin began to believe Beirut's words.

Olivier was the strongest low-level god he had ever seen—without exception—and he truly rivaled a mid-level god.

After staying for a few days, they each returned to their own homes.

Ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

Throughout these ten years, Olivier had lived a very leisurely life, still practicing his Taiji Fist every day and working on comprehending or fusing the Laws of Light and Darkness.

Catherine also persisted, seemingly gaining significant insights into the Laws of Life.

Olivier still didn't understand why only Catherine benefited from practicing the Taiji Fist; for the others, including Victoria, it had no effect.

Over these ten years, Olivier's fusion of the Profundity of Light Elements with the Profundity of Light Speed, the Darkness Elemental Profundity with the Shadow Transformation Technique, and the Profundity of Light Speed with the Shadow Transformation Technique had all reached a bottleneck. He only needed one more opportunity—to fully comprehend the complete Profundity of Light Speed and the Profundity of the Shadow Transformation Technique—and he would be able to fuse these profundities in pairs.

At the same time, he would become a mid-level god.

As for the rest, he had gained an entry-level understanding of the Profundity of Holiness and the Profundity of Purification from the Laws of Light, as well as the Profundity of Silence from the Laws of Darkness.

His strength had not undergone a qualitative change, but it had certainly seen a significant improvement.

This was the transformation of the Darkness God Clone and the Light God Clone.

As for his original body, after the constant reinforcement of the mysterious Taiji Diagram, its physical strength had already reached the peak of a Median Divine Artifact, and his soul power was now comparable to that of a Highgod. Coupled with his fused divine power and fused profound mysteries of the laws, he was formidable.

Without a hint of exaggeration, his original body already possessed the strength of a Highgod who had fused two profound mysteries.

These changes were something that others naturally could not know.

The ten-year deadline was almost upon them, and the several god-level powerhouses returned once again to the exterior of the Graveyard of the Gods.

"The ten-year period has reached its conclusion. In the end, Linley passed the eleventh floor and obtained the godspark," Beirut suddenly appeared and said.

"Linley's talent is very strong," Beirut added, "but there is still a gap compared to Olivier."

Even without me and Rutherford, Linley still achieved the final victory. As expected of the protagonist's halo, Olivier thought to himself.

Such a result was within his expectations; if anyone could achieve victory, it could only be Linley.

In the original story, Olivier had blocked an attack from the Evil Eye, and Rutherford had even lost his life. Without the help of Rutherford and himself, and with Simba added to the mix, they were still able to pass; he wondered if there had been any other casualties.

Different people had entered, yet the same result had emerged.