The morning mist in the Magical Beast Forest was like a milky white veil, entwining the gnarled branches of ancient trees. The moss beneath the decaying leaves was soaked with night dew, making a soft, crunching sound when stepped on. Loran leaned against a Ancient Dragonblood Tree that required ten people to encircle, his fingertips tracing the ancient runes deeply embedded in the bark. Golden Divine Essence flowed in his palm, yet he could not dispel the surging stagnation within his body.
"So what if Peak Deity Level?" he muttered to himself, wiping away the pale golden blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips. Three days ago, he was ambushed in a shattered spacetime rift in the Divine Realm. The black blade of light, carrying an aura of destruction, not only shattered his core Divine Spark but also dragged his soul into this lower plane called " Vast Wilderness Realm." Now, he has less than three-tenths of his divine power left, and even maintaining his divine form requires mental effort.
Suddenly, a sharp roar echoed through the forest, accompanied by the dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground. Loran's eyes narrowed, and his divine sense instantly spread out—the scene within a ten-mile radius clearly appeared in his mind: three Ironclad Demon Bear, each three zhang long, were besieging a wounded Silver Moon Wolf, with the wolf cubs curled up beneath their mother, their silver fur already soaked in blood.
The Ironclad Demon Bear is a third-tier magical beast in the Vast Wilderness Realm, renowned for its formidable defense. Even ordinary experts below the Deity Level would avoid it. But in Loran's eyes, these magical beasts, who only knew brute force, were no different from ants. He moved slightly, and the next second he appeared in the center of the battlefield. Golden Divine Essence condensed into a palm, which he lightly patted at the demon bear at the forefront.
Without a deafening roar, the thousand-pound demonic bear seemed to be gripped by an invisible force, its massive body instantly freezing before transforming into countless black energy particles. The other two demonic bears' pupils constricted, their ferocity replaced by fear. They turned to flee, but were trapped by the golden barrier that Loran had casually set up.
"Shut up." Loran said indifferently, flicking his fingertips. Two golden blades of light sliced through the air, instantly turning the demonic bear within the barrier into dust. He walked to the wounded Silver Moon Wolf, his Divine Essence condensing into a soft halo that covered the wolf's wounds. The Silver Moon Wolf growled warily, but gradually relaxed its guard after sensing the healing power within the halo.
"The magical beasts of this Vast Wilderness Realm are quite intelligent." Loran observed the gratitude in the Silver Moon Wolf's eyes and felt a slight stirring in his heart. He could sense that although the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this world was thin, it carried a primal and pure power, completely different from the purity of the Divine Realm. Perhaps, here, he could find a way to repair his Divine Spark.
Just then, the earth suddenly trembled violently, and thick black mist rose from the distant forest, carrying with it a chilling and malevolent aura. The Silver Moon Wolf lay on the ground in terror, trembling all over, while the wolf cubs huddled together, whimpering.
Loran frowned, his divine sense probing the direction of the spreading black mist. There, he sensed a familiar aura— the Destruction Divine Power. What shocked him even more was that at the center of the black mist, a powerful demonic beast seemed to be awakening, its aura so violent that it faintly approached the God King Level.
"I never imagined that such dangers were hidden in this lower plane." Loran's eyes were solemn, and his Divine Essence involuntarily began to circulate. He knew that the being in the black mist was probably related to the person who ambushed him.
He turned to look at the Silver Moon Wolf and said in a deep voice, "This place is not safe to stay. Leave as soon as possible." The Silver Moon Wolf seemed to understand him. It struggled to its feet, picked up its cub, and ran into the depths of the forest. Loran watched their departing figures, then turned and walked towards the direction where the black mist was spreading.
Whether it's a trap or an opportunity ahead, he must find out. Restoring his Divine Spark, avenging his grievances, and returning to the pinnacle of the Divine Realm —this is his only obsession at this moment. His golden figure gradually fades into the morning mist, and behind him, the dewdrops on the leaves of the Ancient Dragonblood Tree silently slide down, as if playing the prelude to the journey for this fallen Deity Level powerhouse.