The Will of God

"It really worked."

Shi Feng watched as the key's cyan glow flowed into the golden gate. At once, the gate burst forth with streams of golden light, illuminating the entire Eternal Courtyard like the sun.

With grinding creaks, the golden gate slowly opened. A frigid chill then surged out from within, and Shi Feng reacted swiftly, immediately leaping backward.

However, Shi Feng was underwater, so his retreat was much slower. His body was still brushed by the cold air pouring out.

Shi Feng felt a blade-like pain, and he instantly lost 2,000 HP.

"This cold air is terrifying."

Shi Feng glanced at his HP bar. Fortunately, his Ice Resistance was high enough; otherwise, that single hit would have killed him. He then took an Intermediate Recovery Potion from his bag and gulped it down, recovering a considerable amount of HP at once.

Even with 60 points of Ice Resistance, he had instantly lost 2,000 HP. One could only imagine how cold it was beyond the golden gate.

Fortunately, once the golden gate had fully opened, the cold air gradually dispersed, and it was no longer as freezing inside.

After entering, Shi Feng found all sorts of golden statues arranged throughout the hall, each one depicting an ancient god.

Among the many statues, one stood out in particular: a valiant man raising a sharp sword high overhead. The man stood at the very center of the hall, while the ground around him was filled with swords planted into the floor. There were more than a thousand at a glance, and all of these swords seemed to have submitted to that man.

Even the Abyssal Walker in Shi Feng's hand faintly showed signs of slipping beyond his control, as though it wanted to fly over and submit beneath that man's feet.

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