Chapter 950 (1/2)

Chapter 950: None of You Even Understood What Real Power Was

The God of Light really succeeded!

He smoothly ascended to the realm of the greater Divine Powers. Other than the four other Master Gods of Order, Chaos, Good and Evil, he was the fifth greater Divine Power. He was also the one and only existence who had become a greater Divine Power through his own efforts.

He visited the Master of Order to greet him, then returned to the “Court of Victory.”

Other than Sui Xiong, Yorgaardman and a few other masters, there was practically no one else who noticed that he had left briefly. All the gods’ attention was still captivated by that amazing scene of how the great Big Circulation came to a momentary stop earlier on. Many of them were reflecting thoughtfully about what they had seen and heard that very moment the God of Light suddenly opened his mouth to speak. They were deliberating and figuring out very conscientiously.

And meanwhile, the three people who were in the Ancient Forest also went on with their conversation.

“He really did it…” Sui Xiong said amidst some sighs. “The following era will be that of the humans.”

“No. It will be quite the opposite,” said the God of Conspiracy as he laughed. In a most malicious tone, he said, “The era of humans is over as of this very moment.”

“What?!” Sui Xiong exclaimed as he froze for a moment. But as he was about to press on with further questions, he saw the God of Conspiracy raise a clenched fist to hit his own chest.

“Buddy, what happens next is all up to you!”

Before his voice could die away, he had completely collapsed. He transformed into a myriad of golden light that flowed into that huge tree that seemed as though it could support the entire sky.

The many worshippers who had concealed themselves like and hidden well in altars and temples all over the Main Plane, were shocked. They stared blankly at the statue before them—that statue that was still shining with holy light before had once again lost its light.

“Your Majesty… What are you doing? How can you come back alive just to die all over again?”

In the southern offshore region, the murlocs who were constructing the altar suddenly froze. All of them were feeling a sense of loss. The elderly murlocs had even gone pale in the face and could not help but pound their chests and stamp their feet.

“Why… why is this happening? It doesn’t make sense!”

The god that they had just created had fallen.

Sui Xiong was surprised to see everything that was happening before his very eyes. He had never thought that the God of Conspiracy would be so impatient. He had not even waited to finish his piece before he put an end to his own life.

Or could it be that the situation had reached the point of extreme urgency? So urgent that he did not even have the time to say a few more words?

Without giving Sui Xiong the time to figure things out, the Orc judge, Buddy Brista, had taken out the light ball that looked like a pearl—a God Kingdom that shrank into that miniature size. It was the God Kingdom of a very inconspicuous god in the Elf God System, the “God of Potion.”

He took a deep look at this God Kingdom, then he swallowed it.

“Hello? This is not how you use a sealed God Kingdom!”

Sui Xiong hurried to remind, worried that he would suffer from a stomach upset.

But before Sui Xiong could finish his piece, the Orc Judge’s body was already starting to radiate holy light rays. The next moment, he—or rather, its—temperament completely changed. He was no longer that immortal Legendary Master, but merely a god with the face of an old man. In fact, he became a god who was totally in his prime.

At this time, the surrounding environment was also slightly shaken, and then, it was separated from the Main Plane. It was just because he was overly strong, thus in order to avoid inviting any attack from the enchantment of the Main Plane, Buddy Brista had chosen to retreat into a small, temporary Half Plane.

“You are… the God of Potion?”

Sui Xiong was no fool. Up till now, he most certainly would have been able to recognize Buddy Brista’s identity—a god who was disguised as a mortal and safeguarding the humans while hiding in the shadows, the God of Potion.

At the very moment he recognized the other party’s identity, many puzzling questions that Sui Xiong had previously been unable to resolve, were finally answered. For example, why was the God of Potion so hostile towards the Pasteur School? The man reason, most regrettably, was really due to an academic contradiction.

With respect to the study of healing potions, the Pasteur School was inclined towards using purely medicinal remedies. Their use of spells was practically negligible. To the God of Potion, whose priesthood involved the production of magic potions, this was of course, a serious mistake—yes, it could probably be regarded as “the wrong track.”

When it came to deal with juniors who went on the wrong track, it was not surprising that the God of Potion should deal with them severely.

However, there were still many problems that were unfathomable. For instance, “Why seal your God Kingdom? Why disguise yourself in the form of a mortal?”

“Because the elven race can’t go without a real god taking the reign after all,” the God of Potion replied calmly. “His Majesty has brought the gods and the elites of the race to break through the barrier of the world, so that we can progress towards opening up a vast future for the new world. But someone has to stay behind to guard the race of the old world. That’s why I stayed.”

As he spoke, he was drawing some complex magic lines. It was apparent that he was skilled in this. It only took him a brief moment to draw up a large piece of dazzling magic lines. Then with a clap, those magic lines flew up and landed on him.

Then his aura, that was originally an equivalent of at least a mid-level Divine Power, was suddenly lowered. It was reduced to a level that was at most the equivalent of a weak Divine Power.

This was, of course, for the purpose of bypassing the detection of the enchantment of the Main Plane. And true enough, the God of Potion immediately canceled that temporary, miniature Half Plane and returned to the Main Plane with Sui Xiong. They went back to the huge World Tree that had absorbed the God of Conspiracy.

“In fact, I should have a detailed discussion with you. But I’m so sorry, there’s no time,” the God of Potion said. Pressing one hand against the trunk of the World Tree, he said, “Anyway, it’s all in the past. The ones who live should always look forward. I shall entrust the future of the elven race to that fellow under your command.”

“Just like how my academic achievements have ultimately been surpassed, the younger generation has to surpass the older generation.”

He laughed as he mocked at himself. Then he closed his eyes.