Graveyard of the Gods, Twelfth Level

For the second time, they arrived outside the Graveyard of the Gods.

This time, there were only eight of them, all deity-level powerhouses.

Beirut, Taros, Catherine, Olivier, Cesar, Dylin, O'Brien, and Rutherford.

"I must remind you all: this time is different from the past. Previously, there were only Catherine and the War God, so the difficulty was naturally lower. This time, you have seven people, including Taros and Catherine, who has already broken through to become a Highgod. Naturally, the difficulty will be much higher, though the opportunities will be greater as well. If you don't want to die, be even more careful."

Beirut delivered his pre-entry warning.

Upon hearing this, the hearts of the seven sank.

Regarding the difficulty Catherine and O'Brien had faced, Olivier, Taros, and Dylin had felt it was manageable. But with Beirut speaking this way now, it was clear that after assessing the strength of the seven, the difficulty had become unpredictable.

"Alright, that is all I have to say. You may enter."

The seven disappeared into the entrance one by one.

Passing through the gate of the Graveyard of the Gods.

The seven appeared simultaneously in another space; this space was desolate, devoid of any sign of life.

Arriving in this strange place, it felt very similar to the spatial chamber in the Baruch Empire, and that gate felt identical to the one in the chamber.

Olivier suddenly had a thought.

The eighteen levels of the Graveyard of the Gods—perhaps these final seven levels and the previous eleven were not the same place at all.

It was likely that Beirut had carved out a space much larger than the chamber deep beneath the South Sea. One entered this space through a spatial gate, and somewhere within this space, there was another gate leading to the next, continuing downward, space after space, creating the sensation of distinct levels.

These twelve levels were directly connected to the Yulan Plane, just as the first eleven levels were. It appeared as though one entered the Graveyard of the Gods from the same location, but the entry point for deities was actually different from the one used by Saints. This explained why the locations seemed the same, but were not, in fact, the same spatial gate.

This also explained why Saints and deities did not enter the Graveyard of the Gods together; because the two locations were not in the same place, and Beirut could not attend to both ends at once.

"In the Yulan Continent, my divine sense can cover a radius of hundreds of thousands of li, but now it is limited to about ten thousand meters. This range has been compressed nearly ten thousand times. A distance of ten thousand meters is nothing to a deity-level powerhouse. At this rate, a Lowgod could only cover about a hundred meters, and a Midgod only about a thousand."

Olivier possessed the soul of a Highgod, so a range of ten thousand meters was already enough to give him a significant advantage.

"Catherine, you have been inside before. Are you familiar with this place?" Olivier asked.

"We did indeed come to this place last time. According to the previous situation, there was a deity-level powerhouse stationed ahead. If it is the same as last time, with our current strength, we could easily break through. But since Lord Beirut said the difficulty has increased, I don't think it will be that simple," Catherine said.

"The situation has definitely changed. Let's move forward together and everyone, be careful," Taros said.

Among them all, Catherine had only recently broken through to Midgod, and while it was said that Olivier could contend with a Midgod, no one had actually seen it. Taros, however, had broken through to the deity level long ago; his strength was the greatest, and Beirut had even said his power was at the peak of the Midgod level.

Olivier guessed that Taros had likely already fused two profound mysteries of the laws.

Thus, implicitly, Taros was the leader of their team.

Olivier did not mind this; he actually preferred to play the pig to eat the tiger.

"What is going on? We have walked so far and haven't encountered a single person. Could it be that everyone on this level is dead?" Cesar said.

The seven walked along, but this twelfth level of the Graveyard of the Gods seemed completely empty. Not only did they not encounter the Lowgod Catherine had mentioned, but there wasn't even a single living creature.

"Impossible. Lord Beirut would not be so negligent. I just hope it isn't like the first eleven levels," Taros said, sounding worried.

"Lord Taros, do you mean that, just like when you were guarding it, it isn't that there is no danger, but that there might be an existence on this level that we cannot contend with?" O'Brien asked.

Hearing this, everyone understood. They had all learned about the events of the first eleven levels; the level Taros had guarded had only contained him, yet it had been the most dangerous level of all.

If that were the case, the situation was far from optimistic.

The group began to feel anxious.

"Even so, Lord Beirut will surely leave us a chance to pass. Let's do this: we will first find the entrance to the next level. Everyone, be extremely careful and do not make a sound," Taros said.

At this moment, Taros's exotic face was filled with gravity. With his strength, he could almost sweep through most Midgods, and surely Beirut wouldn't arrange a Highgod on the twelfth level. Originally, Taros had thought this level would be simple, but now it seemed that was not the case.

The group could not fathom Beirut's intentions.

Mokli was a peerless genius. It had taken him only fifty years to cultivate the laws of the thunder element to the deity level. After reaching the Midgod level, he had headed to Hell, believing it would be his stage.

But shortly after arriving in Hell, he was captured by an old man. He had no power to resist in front of him. The man claimed to be an emissary for the Sovereign, tasked with managing the Graveyard of the Gods, and ordered him to guard it. He was told that once he broke through to Highgod or after one hundred thousand years, he would be allowed to return to Hell and would be rewarded with two Highgod artifacts.

Mokli had no choice but to agree.

Guarding the Graveyard of the Gods was a very easy job; there was nothing to do. Thousands of years passed, and Mokli did nothing but cultivate. Aside from lacking freedom, his life was quite comfortable.

By now, Mokli had comprehended five profound mysteries of the thunder laws, was close to comprehending the sixth, and had already fused two of them, with a third partially fused. He believed that in less than ten thousand years, he would certainly become a Highgod.

It was an ordinary day.

The Sovereign's Emissary suddenly appeared; a task had arrived.

Subsequently, he was brought to another space, after which the Sovereign's Emissary departed.

In this space, besides him, there were three other Midgods. Two were ordinary Midgods named Gubas and Subaru, whose strength was average; the other was a divine beast named Salsback. Although he had not fused any profound mysteries of the laws, his divine beast innate talent was formidable, and by relying on his innate divine ability, he was also at the peak of the Midgod level.

However, after a battle, Salsback was ultimately defeated by him, and he became the king of this space.

He gathered the three mid-level gods and nine low-level gods at the entrance to the thirteenth floor, waiting solely for the arrival of those attempting to clear the trial.

On the other side, Taros led the group in a search for the entrance to the next level, finally drawing near.

Suddenly, Olivier detected twelve god-level powerhouses within his divine sense: four mid-level gods and nine low-level gods.

Ahead, on the other side of a hill, the terrain served to separate the two groups.

At the same time, he also discovered the spatial gate leading to the next level.

With this lineup, if I truly possessed the same strength as Catherine, it would be genuinely dangerous.

Olivier weighed the strength of both sides; even if Taros could handle two mid-level gods, he and Catherine would each have to take one, and there were nine low-level gods to deal with the four low-level gods on their side—meaning a ratio of more than one to two.

Cesar, Rutherford, and O'Brien were at the bottom of the low-level god tier, and even though Dylin was at the peak of the low-level gods, the disparity in numbers was too great.

Olivier realized that if he did not reveal more of his strength, Taros might be fine, but the others would likely not be able to escape.

"Stop," Taros suddenly shouted while they were walking.

"They've finally arrived," Mokli said simultaneously.