Tycoon War God

Chapter 931: I Witness the Mundane, and the Mundane Is Like Me!

Jia Ye the Holy One, indifferent to worldly matters, never concerned himself with affairs of the Divine Realm.

Thus, although he held a revered position, he was not as widely known as the four leaders.

Nevertheless, anyone who knew his name held him in great respect.

This Saint was the longest-living person in the Divine Realm, rumored to have existed even before the Realm was established.

There are also legends that he served the God of Light before the deity ascended.

"No need for an audience with the gods; the great enemy approaches. Prepare the defense Great Array."

Jia Ye the Holy One’s gaze was like water, washing over all the Holy Knights.

"But, Jia Ye the Holy One..."

"Trust me, after this catastrophe, the God will explain everything."

Jia Ye the Holy One patted the shoulder of that Holy Knight.

The Holy Knight lowered his head, daring not to speak further.

Soon after, all the Holy Knights rose and left the Divine Temple.

Jia Ye the Holy One sighed, standing atop the high steps of the Divine Temple, gazing silently at the chaotic Divine Realm.

After a long while, he staggered into the temple.

Inside the temple, the God of Light still sat upon the divine throne.

This time, he seemed even more ordinary.

If not for the magnificent throne beneath him, he would almost resemble a mortal.

"Young Master... you’ve endured hardships."

Jia Ye the Holy One approached the God of Light, uttering a shocking title.

If the zealots heard this title, even his identity as a Saint would be instantly torn to pieces.

The God of Light’s gaze was indifferent, devoid of joy or sorrow, "I have done my best."

Before Jia Ye the Holy One could speak, the God of Light calmly said, "You have accompanied me through hard times for so long; you too can be freed this time."

Jia Ye the Holy One’s body trembled, two lines of tears streaming down his withered old face, swallowed by deep wrinkles.

"Why cry? I’ve suffered for so many years; it’s about time I received my freedom. The Divine Realm is in this state because of me, and it’s time for a transformation."

"If it’s not rebirth, then let there be annihilation!"

In the eyes of the God of Light, there was no emotional fluctuation, only deep exhaustion.

"Oh, by the way."

The God of Light suddenly said, "Do you still remember the recipe for the household’s black bread? I suddenly have a craving for it."

Jia Ye the Holy One bowed his head respectfully, "I remember, I’ll make it for you right away, Young Master."

He did not dare to raise his head, fearing the God of Light would see the sadness on his face.

Thus, he retreated with his head bowed, leaving the Divine Temple.

The empty temple, splendid yet devoid of vitality.

Sitting on the throne, the God of Light seemed neither human nor divine, but more like an idol worshipped by others.

"My dear brother, just wait a little longer, you’ll soon be able to come out. Your brother has prepared a big surprise for you."

The God of Light murmured, for the first time showing emotional fluctuation in his gaze.

It was sorrow and desolation, yet more was a sense of release.

...

Outside the Divine Realm.

A figure suddenly appeared in the void.

It was the God of Space, Gail.

He gazed at the Divine Realm thousands of miles away and lightly sighed, "It seems we have arrived too early."

With the sound, five more appeared beside the God of Space, Gail.

One bore a flame divine glyph on their brow, another a sea divine glyph.

One had a robust physique like an ancient giant, while another was small-statured, standing with their body seemingly trembling rapidly.

The last person had a sun on their brow, with a rich glow surrounding them.

Among the six gods, the God of the Sun was the strongest.

Because part of the Sun God’s power overlapped with the Power of the God of Light.

Even under the suppression of the Bright Divine Realm, he could still exert his strength three to fourfold.

"Did that Blasphemer really kill the four-winged avatar of the Light fellow?"

The God of Flame still couldn’t believe it as he asked.

Space God Gail said helplessly, "If it weren’t the case, do you think I would bring you here to die?"

The God of Flame chuckled, saying no more.

"If we must die, so be it. Haven’t you had enough life?"

The Sun God should have been fiery, but now his tone carried no warmth.

The expressions on the other gods were awkward.

These tens of thousands of years, they’ve lived like rats in the streets, fearing the Divine Temple’s pursuit.

Former gods of the old era, now fleeing like stray dogs.

This life, they’ve long had enough.

Before, when there was no hope for revenge, they could justify themselves for living by various reasons.

Now, with even a shred of hope for revenge, they wouldn’t let it slip away.

Even if that hope was minuscule, negligible.

To kill the God of Light in the Bright Divine Realm?

They’ve never thought about it.

Today, they’re perhaps just looking for a passionate reason to face death.

"That Blasphemer hasn’t arrived, so slow? Can he really kill that Light guy?"

After waiting for hours without seeing Lin Mu, the gods grew impatient.

The initial fervor began to dissipate.

"Well... I shall go take a look."

Space God Gail was also somewhat puzzled.

He’d seen the Blasphemer’s sword flight speed, no slower than his space teleportation.

Why haven’t they arrived? Could something unexpected have happened?

Swish!

Space God Gail’s figure disappeared.

After searching for a while, he finally saw dense smoke rising in the distance.

Daring to light a fire in the wilds of the Bright Divine Realm, there’s no need to guess; it must be the Blasphemer.

Space God Gail hurried over, nearly twisted with rage.

By a small stream, the fearsome Blasphemer who slaughtered the four-winged avatar of the God of Light, was leisurely roasting fish.

For a Great Divine Power user, to roast fish using firewood!

What rendered the Space God speechless was that the newly acknowledged Saintess squatted by the fire, without a hint of pretense, watching intently at the Blasphemer’s roast fish, drooling profusely.

Thinking that his fate was held in the hands of such a little girl, the God of Space was suddenly overwhelmed with suicidal thoughts.

"Oh? It’s you, care to join us for a bite?"

Lin Mu waved his hand.

Space God Gail wanted firmly to decline.

There in the Divine Realm, five gods awaited to die heroically; don’t kid around, Grand Master.

But with Lin Mu’s wave, he was helplessly pulled to sit on a stone by the fire.

"Demon God Uncle’s cooking is fantastic; I’ve never had anything so delicious before!"

Sally boasted the "Demon God Uncle’s" culinary skills as she drooled.

The poor Space God, resistance futile, could only sit obediently.

When Lin Mu handed over a roast fish, he suddenly wondered how long it had been since he last tasted earthly food?

Ten thousand years?

Fifty thousand years?

Thinking about it, he suddenly wanted to try the taste of the roast fish.

About to die, experiencing a taste from the time he lived as a human did seem worthwhile.

Space God’s heart suddenly calmed down.

Over in the Divine Realm, preparations were feverish, nerves tense, on the brink of war.

Meanwhile, the Blasphemer was sharing grilled fish with the little Blasphemer.

The Space God thought, if the Light guy knew this, he’d likely drop dead in fury!

With that thought, he suddenly found the roast fish unbelievably delicious.

The three, two adults and one child, left behind piles of fish bones.

"Demon God Uncle, there are so many fish in this river, you just bend over to pick them up."

"Back when someone in our village was about to starve, why didn’t they roast fish to survive?"

Sally suddenly blinked and asked.

At that moment, Space God Gail caught a glimpse of a hint of the Saintess’ aura from this little girl.