Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 375: 190

“There’s poison in every medicine, and the effect only lasts half an incense stick of time. Afterward, my strength will plummet into a weakened state. I can only trust you to find a safe place for me to rest and recover,” warned the Grand Elder solemnly. After obtaining the Saint-Seat Fortune, Cloud upon the Sea must not harbor any greed, or all their efforts would be wasted.

Cloud upon the Sea nodded, promising to follow his father’s instructions. His current status as a prodigal was heavily influenced by his father, and if anything happened to his father, his own future would be bleak, and he would no longer be able to wield power as he did now.

As for the Saint-Seat Fortune, although Cloud upon the Sea wanted it for himself, giving it to his father seemed more advantageous. If his father’s strength increased significantly, his own status would also rise. When his father passed away, all the power and strength his father left behind would be his.

In contrast, if he were to give in to his greed and forcibly seize the Saint-Seat Fortune, he could only advance to the Throne level at most. It didn’t seem like a worthwhile trade. Perhaps if his father could make use of the Saint-Seat Fortune, he might even become a Saint-Seat Realm power himself, and they could flout the laws of the universe.

The Grand Elder felt at ease, believing that his son wouldn’t commit patricide. In addition, he couldn’t trust anyone other than his son to assist him. All they could do now was pray for peace.

As for the swamp terrain in front of him, the Grand Elder leapt to the other side and swallowed the medicinal pill. The next moment, surging medicinal power erupted, and heavenly and earthly laws converged onto him. His body seemed to float in the air, as if a Saint-Being had truly descended.

With just a single glance, it seemed as if everything in the world had stopped. He felt as if he could see the operation of laws beyond the void, and whether it was heaven or earth, he suddenly had the feeling that everything could submit to him. This power filled the Grand Elder with thousands of emotions, as he truly felt like a Saint-Seat Realm powerhouse.

Just by experiencing a step into the Saint-Seat Realm, the Grand Elder understood the difference between the Saint-Seat and Dominating Realms. It wasn’t a simple difference in realm levels – it was as vast as the difference between heaven and earth. Even if a hundred Dominating Realm experts gathered together, they would stand no chance against a Saint-Seat Realm expert.

The Grand Elder stretched out his hand murmuring to himself, “This power is truly strong. I must reach the Saint-Seat Realm during my lifetime, even if I have to pay a great price. What does a small lord matter?”

The unusual activity on this side awoke the resting Demon Beast, who sensed malicious intent from the person opposite and roared loudly, trying to scare away the Grand Elder.

However, the Grand Elder was unfazed and directly slapped the beast. The slap contained countless divine techniques, and an oppressive force woven together by various laws seemed to want to crush the beast like a tree.’

Yet, this Demon Beast was not simple either. It charged forward, swallowing the void-slap in one gulp and then unleashed a sonic attack which threatened to collapse the Grand Elder’s sea of consciousness.

Having lived in this illusion for over a thousand years, the Demon Beast was already at the peak of the Dominating Realm, only one step away from the Saint-Seat Realm. If it hadn’t stayed in the Maze after its master’s death out of loyalty, it might have already become a Saint-Seat power by seeking opportunities and cultivating outside.

The beast chose to guard the Ancient Road Maze, hoping to keep its deceased master’s resting place undisturbed by those with ulterior motives.

The Grand Elder was astonished, as he had initially thought the beast was only an average Dominating Realm expert. In the end, the beast’s strength was slightly greater than he had expected. However, it had not yet reached the Saint-Seat Realm, had it?

The battle between the two commenced, lasting for over a hundred rounds without a clear winner. As the half-incense stick of time was about to pass, the Grand Elder grew increasingly anxious. Had he made a grave miscalculation? Not only was he unable to obtain the opportunity, but he also risked losing himself in the process.

In desperation, the Grand Elder yelled at Cloud upon the Sea, “I’ll hold it off, you quickly head to the Cave Mansion and find the fortune. I’ll give you another half-incense stick of time. Remember to bring the fortune to your father.”

With time running out, Cloud upon the Sea didn’t dare to delay and rushed into the Cave Mansion like a gust of wind. The sight only infuriated the Demon Beast even more, its battle power suddenly increasing several-fold. It seemed as though only by crushing the Grand Elder into oblivion could its hatred be appeased.

Logan, hidden in the shadows, also sensed that this was an opportunity. As the two fighters clashed, he dashed into the Cave Mansion, his entire body’s strength converging into one powerful force, as fast as a bolt of lightning. The Grand Elder saw someone enter but couldn’t clearly see who it was.

This realization weighed heavily on him, but he knew that whoever it was wouldn’t be too strong – at most only advancing past several low-ranking levels. He believed in Cloud upon the Sea’s strength and was certain that he would be able to defeat the intruder with an all-out fight.

Upon entering the Cave Mansion, Cloud upon the Sea found himself lost in endless confusion. Which way should he go? The interior was much larger than expected, and there were thirteen different passages.

He would only find the fortune if he chose the correct path; choosing the wrong one would mean certain doom. Unsure of what to do, Cloud upon the Sea decided to rely on his intuition and randomly chose a path to follow.

Soon, Logan also arrived at this location. He carefully observed the thirteen branches and found that there was no difference between them. Whichever path he chose would lead to the same outcome, and if he didn’t choose one, he would never uncover the truth.

Thus, Logan chose a path at random and walked down it. The passage, however, seemed to stretch on for an incredibly long distance, making him feel as if he had been walking for a hundred years without any other scenery in sight.

At that moment, a Demon Beast appeared in front of Logan. Realizing that he had chosen the wrong path, he found himself in a narrow corridor with no easy means of retreat.

A battle was imminent, but the Demon Beast, only at the low-ranking level, was too weak for Logan. In less than three rounds, Logan had slayed the beast.

As Logan turned back to choose another path, he suddenly wondered if he should continue forward instead. Perhaps the Saint-Seat power had left these obstacles in place to test people, and this was all just a diversion. If it were truly a dead-end, why would there be a low-ranking level Demon Beast guarding the way?

After making up his mind, Logan continued down the same path. Within a hundred steps, he arrived at a secret room with over a dozen additional passages. In an instant, he understood that no matter which branch he chose, he would have ended up at the same place.

But if he encountered a Demon Beast, he would have to turn back. No matter which path he chose, it wouldn’t make any difference. He had to defeat the Demon Beast to move forward.