Passing through a spatial barrier so dense it was nearly solid, everyone stepped into the Thirteenth Layer of the Tomb of the Gods.
The moment they landed, the oppressive stagnation that swept toward them from the entire world abruptly slowed the circulation of divine power throughout their bodies.
An utterly cold, decaying aura of deathly stillness, originating from the primordial essence of the ancient world, swept in all directions like a crashing tsunami and instantly engulfed them all.
This was by no means the crude, sinister energy of the mortal world, nor the feeble remnants of power left behind by ordinary fallen gods.
This was death origin power, born only after countless ancient gods fell one after another, their divine bodies crumbling and rotting, their divine souls utterly extinguished, and their Great Way Laws collapsing layer by layer, then settling over endless ages.
Wherever the death aura passed, the surrounding space continually twisted and buckled, sending out rings of dull gray-black ripples steeped in bone-chilling cold and desolation.
If an ordinary Lowgod came into contact with so much as a wisp, their divine soul would instantly be eroded and dissolved by the origin death aura. Even the foundation of their divine core would suffer devastating damage, killing them on the spot.
Among the crowd, Emperor Star's eyes abruptly lit up, intense greed and wild delight instantly rising within them.
He quietly spread out his divine soul and clearly sensed countless ancient, broken divine remains lying scattered deep within the layers of death aura. Each still retained traces of divinity weathered by time.
Divine corpses covered the ground, and death aura surged to the heavens.
Emperor Star's heart burned, and he could no longer suppress the thought within him.
*With fallen gods everywhere, perhaps I can find divine cores they left