Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1262 - 1197: The Indigenous Council

The man stared at Huang Yi and said, "You don’t need to worry too much. What the Beast God saw was merely the destiny of The Second World, not your own destiny. Heaven-Sent Men have no destiny, not even in the Book of Fate. You are variables in the Three Realms, neither the Gods nor the Hordes of Demons can foresee your future, and you have the ability to change many things."

"I understand!" Huang Yi nodded. It’s like his Eye of Time, which can see the short future of NPCs, but cannot see the future of the players.

Huang Yi asked concernedly, "Is the Beast God doing well in the Heaven Realm?"

"Beast God is the number one enemy in the Heaven Realm, with the Gods and Demons all hunting him down. How well do you think he can be?" The man’s face was heavy. "Beast God now can only lurk and wait for an opportunity to act. But the entire Heaven Realm is very chaotic now, with too many deities fallen in previous wars, the number of Divine Realm and Demon Realm deities are far less than before. The Heaven Realm has long been in ruins, no longer the glory it once was, reducing a lot of pressure for Beast God."

"And what about the Death God? Still missing?" Huang Yi continued to ask.

The man nodded and said quietly, "The Death God has been missing for countless ages, and the Death God’s Temple has been silent, not having taken any actions for a long time."

Huang Yi suddenly remembered the Soul Crystals, having just learned that these seem to originate from the Heaven Realm. Right now, there was someone from the Heaven Realm before him, so he quickly asked, "I’ve heard that Soul Crystals are produced in the Heaven Realm?"

The man looked at Huang Yi with a bit of surprise and said, "Yes! Every time a deity dies, a Soul Crystal is produced. However, this death is not true death, as deities transcend life and death, and as long as their Divinity remains, they quickly resurrect. Only when the Divinity is completely shattered will a deity truly die."

Huang Yi waved his hand, took out a Soul Crystal from the storage ring, and while rubbing it, asked, "I have several Soul Crystals like this one, but I’ve heard that they have true power only in the Underworld. What exactly is their purpose?"

"I’m not sure either, the Underworld is too mysterious, only the dead can go there, perhaps someday when I die, I might find out!" The man said, shaking his head, and put back on the wolf mask, "I must go! Beast God will be waiting for you in the future, and I hope you won’t disappoint him."

With that, the man suddenly vanished into the air, as if he had never been there.

If it weren’t for the substantial brocade pouch in his hand, Huang Yi would almost suspect that everything just now wasn’t real, but rather just a sudden dream.

He tightly gripped the brocade pouch, its opening tied with a red string, one end of which hung loosely, exuding endless allure.

With just a pull on that string, one could open this secret pouch and see a message about the future.

But he couldn’t, as he carefully tucked away the brocade pouch, waiting patiently for the right moment to come.

...

In the First World, within the headquarters of the Barbarian God Cult.

This was a dark primeval forest, towering ancient trees obscured the sky, vines hung down between trunks, and the ground was covered with moist ferns, filled with a wild and primitive aura, untouched by civilization.

In the dim forest, a fire was burning, with more than ten figures sitting around it, like a primitive tribe.

These figures varied in appearance; some had wings, some had snake tails, some had two heads, and some had long tentacles.

However, all these figures exuded an unfathomable aura, with the flickering firelight making their shadows seem ominous.

Sitting in the center was a man dressed in animal skin clothes, his face painted with colorful patterns, resembling a native savage.

His neck was wrapped around by a python, which lazily rested its head on his shoulder, eyes coldly fixed on the fire.

At that moment, the python flicked its tongue.

The native man picked up a dry stick and casually tossed it into the fire, saying, "To defeat the Demon Clan quickly, we must aim our weapons at the leader of The Seven Archdemons, King of Hell - Yama."

"Killing other demons is just scratching an itch; only by killing the King of Hell’s avatar can we deal a heavy blow to the Demon Clan!" A sinister elder with wings nodded.

"Since the Barbarian God Cult has this plan, we will join in; however, the specifics of the plan are unknown. The King of Hell is different from the other Demon Kings, killing his avatar won’t be easy, and requires thorough planning." A figure with tentacles atop his head said in a droning voice.

The native man with the python around his neck replied solemnly, "We have twelve Void Gods here, in three days, we’ll join forces, set up a formation to lure the King of Hell’s avatar into it, and destroy him!"

"What formation can trap the King of Hell? He used to be the Supreme Blood Dragon of the Dragon Clan, and dragons are naturally skilled in formations! I’m unaware of any formation on earth that can trap the King of Hell!"

"You need not worry about the formation, recently an old friend returned to the Barbarian God Cult, his formation can assist us." The native said, stroking the python on his neck, revealing a slight smile.

The flickering firelight and the colorful paint on his face, combined with the python on his neck, made him resemble a dreaded evil god.

"Can we add another person?" A Naga elder suddenly spoke. He was a Naga Ancestor who recently fought against six Demon King avatars in the Colored Glaze Mini-World.

The native, still stroking the python, asked without looking up, "Who are you suggesting to add?"

"God of Slaughter." The Naga Ancestor uttered a name.

"Heaven Sent? Don’t joke, they’re just a bunch of youngsters, the strongest of them only at the Ascension Stage, what strength could they have?"

"People from The Second World shouldn’t be involved. In that world, only the headmaster of Oskan Royal Academy is worth our attention."

Big figures one by one shook their heads.

At this moment, none of them noticed the python wrapped around the native man’s neck suddenly blinking its eyes.

"Sure!" The native man nodded suddenly, staring into the snake’s eyes, and said quietly, "The role of Heaven Sent isn’t their strength, but their identity. Heaven Sent represents variables, and our beheading operation against the King of Hell may not succeed. The King of Hell has stood atop the Mortal Realm for countless years, nearly a constant. Only by introducing variables can constants be changed."