The remaining, relatively complex yet still potent remnants of divine energy were mixed and balanced, then pumped into another pipeline.
After refinement, they emerged as vials of amber medicine that glimmered faintly.
These medicines would become high-tier rewards on the Demon Hunter Guild's points exchange list, capable of significantly increasing strength, healing hidden injuries, and even granting certain divine resistances. They would replenish the Guild's strategic reserves.
A hunt for a native god had been completed without a sound inside this remote motel.
The motel returned to emptiness.
Only the traces left by the battle and the lingering ripples of energy in the air proved what had just occurred.
Wu Heng's gaze swept over the silent room before shifting farther into the distance.
"The harvest of the gods is over. Next are the rings of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse," he murmured.
The four rings, representing War, Famine, Pestilence, and Death respectively, contained undeniably powerful rule-based forces. They were his next targets.
But before that, he needed to retrieve something—a crucial item that could raise the chances of success for his subsequent plans.
Wu Heng lowered his head and looked at the carpet beneath his feet, stained with dust and scattered flecks of blood.
At a thought, wraithly power rapidly gathered across the floor, outlining a complex teleportation array that glowed with an eerie light.
At the center of the array, it activated the concealed energy marks he had previously left in Hell and on Lilith.
Space began to warp, and the floor seemed to turn into scorching magma.
A dark crimson abyss, reeking of sulfur and filled with wails, burst open at the center of the array. Beneath it lay the familiar endless scorched wasteland and rivers of flowing lava.
The gates of Hell had opened once more.