The Magician opened his eyes groggily, feeling his head spinning.
At this moment, he was in a state similar to that of someone who had just had a hangover in the early morning.
My memory is fragmented.
The last image that came to mind was being swallowed up by the surrounding gray fog.
You're awake?
Suddenly, a pleasant female voice rang in my ears.
The Magician sat up abruptly.
He found himself being cherished and pampered.
The owner of the palm was a silhouette of a slender woman, tens of meters tall.
Her features were exquisite, somewhat resembling those of a dark elf.
"I'm... sorry, I didn't mean to bother you."
The Magician quickly backed down.
Although it was just a phantom, the overwhelming sense of oppression it exuded was incredibly strong.
Even the divine power of Qin Ze and Old Xing was insignificant compared to it.
The Magician had a premonition that he had arrived in an extraordinary place.
You scared him.
Another mocking voice sounded beside him.
The Magician turned his head to look.
A pair of blurry wings descended from the sky.
After landing, the wings transformed into a winged human with eight wings on his back.
"Oh right, I forgot."
The woman seemed a little naive.
She tilted her head slightly, and then her aura instantly vanished.
The oppressive feeling that had suffocated the Magician vanished.
The Magician breathed a slight sigh of relief.
It now seems that the big shots didn't have any ill intentions towards him, otherwise they could have easily eliminated him with a flick of their fingers.
Curious, the woman raised her finger and gently tapped the Magician.
The Magician wobbled like a roly-poly toy.
His face darkened; he felt like he'd been played.
The woman chuckled softly. "How silly."
The Magician's lips twitched.
I'm stunned?
How did you get here?
Immediately afterwards, another unfamiliar male voice came from above.
The Magician looked up and saw a giant Golden Crow descending from the sky.
Although it was also a faint, indistinct phantom, the Magician felt a scorching heat wave, and even his hair curled up under the intense heat.
The Magician was all too familiar with this smell.
" The Blazing Sun Fire."
"That's... the God of War?"
"What exactly did you give me?"
The Magician was filled with questions.
After the Golden Crow landed, it transformed into a burly man.
He was shirtless, revealing his muscular physique.
His eyes burned like the sun, bursting forth with dazzling light.
The Magician didn't even dare to look him in the eye, fearing he would be blinded by the light.
He arrived a long time ago.
"I sensed his presence when Yue Sheng went out last time."
The Magician looked in the direction of the sound.
A gear suddenly appeared in the void.
The gear kept turning, and more and more gears and mechanical parts began to appear around it.
They formed more complex and massive machines.
This ultimately resulted in a dilapidated and dirty-looking mechanical giant.
The Magician took a deep breath and said on the Local Area Network:
"Gears, Golden Crow, Birdman, beautiful girls."
Tell me, what have you come up with?
The Dharma King replied, "Is there even a question? It's obviously the Four Pillar Gods."
Qin Ze observed all of this quietly from the perspective of Magician.
The Four Pillar Gods surrounding the Magician are spirits, yet they are not spirits at all.
To Qin Ze's surprise, the God of War was also there.
Yan Miao has already inherited the Source of God of War, so what's going on with this God of War of War?
The woman tapped the Magician lightly with her finger again. "Little guy, tell me, how did you get in?"
Qin Ze said, "Tell me the truth."
The Magician joked, "Can I say I actually don't know what happened?"
The winged man said coldly, "Little thing, you'd better think carefully before you answer. Do you know who's standing in front of you right now?"
The Magician nodded. " The Goddess of the Dark Night, the God of the Sky, the God of Machinery, and that's the God of War."
"Is there anything else you'd like to add?"
The Four Pillar Gods exchanged glances.
The woman smiled and said, "It seems our legend still circulates outside."
The God of the Sky is clearly a rather impatient fellow.
A feather flew by and hovered in front of the Magician's forehead.
"Compared to hearing your answer, I think it's much more convenient to open your mind and see for yourself."
The Magician stopped joking and quickly said, "I came here from the Land of Origin!"
" The Divine Tree! It was the Divine Tree that randomly sent me here!"
The feather on the Magician's forehead gradually disappeared.
The God of War crossed his arms. "If it's the Divine Tree's doing, then it's not surprising."
The woman tilted her head again. "But even the Divine Tree couldn't reach this place, could it?"
"Otherwise, Black God and the others would have made their move long ago."
The God of the Sky sniffed. "This little thing has a peculiar smell."
The God of Machinery raised its sharp fingers and scratched its metal skull, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.
"The scent of the Chaos Soul Orb."
The woman immediately picked up the Magician and held him up to her eyes, blinking her beautiful eyes.
"It really is the Chaos Soul Orb!"
"Little one, let me see your face."
The Magician hurriedly pressed his mask against his face, but it was all in vain.
The mask on his face melted away as quickly as ice and snow, revealing Qin Ze's face.
The woman handed the Magician to the other three Pillar God.
"Look, doesn't it look like it?"
The God of the Sky nodded. "There is indeed some resemblance between their brows."
The God of Machinery said playfully, "Shouldn't you ask the God of War? They're good brothers!"
The God of War crossed his arms, gave a cold snort, and offered no reply.
The woman looked at the Magician in her hand and asked curiously, "Which Chaos Soul Orb do you have?"
There was no point in hiding it, the Magician answered truthfully, " Spirit Divination Stick."
The woman nodded. "I guessed it was that idiot too."
The God of War, who had always maintained a cold demeanor, finally spoke up, "Now it all makes sense. It wasn't just the Divine Tree that brought him here; the Soul Orb within him was also playing a role."
The woman blinked. "Could this also be part of his plan?"
The God of Machinery looked at the Magician in the woman's hand and smiled maliciously, "Whether it's part of his plan, I don't know."
"But I know that we now have an ace up our sleeve."
The Magician, having caught the keyword, widened his eyes and pointed to his nose. "Ace? Does that mean me?"
The God of Machinery nodded and smiled, saying, "Of course it's you."
"The power within you is beyond your imagination; it's an absolute trump card that no one can match."
The Magician thought the God of Machinery spoke in a really pleasant voice.
He beamed with delight as he addressed everyone on the Local Area Network, "Did you hear that? This is the true value of the Chaos Soul Orb!"
"I've decided that from this moment forward, I will worship the God of Machinery!"