The Ultimate Divine Class-Chapter 466 - 380: You Can Have What You Desire_1

Deep within the dense forest, figures cloaked in black robes, their movements ghostlike, loomed around the ash-white pyramid. There were also Demon Beasts of various forms—some sporting fleshy wings, others encased in scaly armor—their temperaments fierce and violent, as if they had just emerged from underground caves.

At the top of the pyramid, a large figure knelt on the ground. His robust body heaved like a mountain as he struggled not to collapse, appearing like a sacrificial offering freshly placed on the altar.

"Among the Ten Thousand Gods, there is a place for the Elephant God..."

The black-robed man holding a black Crystal Ball looked at the burly figure before him, quietly saying, "This is where you truly belong..."

"What I... have always believed in... is not the Elephant God..."

The burly figure panted heavily, uttering these hard-fought words in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

The black-robed man, caught off guard, asked, "So who do you believe in?"

He seemed amused by a thought and then smiled. "Is it that Emperor you all keep referring to?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The burly figure didn’t answer, remaining silent.

The black-robed man raised a deep cyan gemstone in his other hand, scrutinizing it closely. He said to himself, "You’re all promising seeds, full of potential. If your king is someone you believe in, then I’m sure he must be even more exceptional. If I have the chance, I’d really like to meet him soon..."

A soft wind blew around the black-robed man, rustling his voluminous robe.

He brought the two crystals of differing colors together, and deep cyan energy steadily poured into the black Crystal Ball.

Very quickly, a new flame ignited within the black Crystal Ball. In an instant, a massive and ominous will seemed to awaken, descending...

The golden-haired man with a white-gold mask watched the scene unfold, a hint of focus in his eyes.

This organization, known as the Ten Thousand God Temple, is shrouded in mystery. The Mosa Religion’s influence and presence are scattered in every corner of this planet. Despite being the Eleventh Throne of the Mosa Religion, I’ve never heard of this organization.

Yet the methods and strength they had demonstrated made him fully alert.

The Mosa collected various objects related to ancient gods from across the world, primarily to offer them as sacrifices in hunting rituals and martial contests. They were incapable of tapping into the power contained within these divine artifacts. But this organization, the Ten Thousand God Temple, and its leader, the self-proclaimed Holy Servant of the Ten Thousand Gods in a black robe, could effortlessly command any ancient divine power. They faced no barriers of faith, as if truly receiving the approval and favor of the Ten Thousand Gods.

He found this utterly unbelievable.

This was also why he had patiently remained an observer, watching the black-robed man’s performance without intervening.

"Another divine anchor has descended, and the God of the Feather Serpent, who rules the sky, is returning..."

Basking in the radiant cyan energy, the black-robed man muttered beneath his cloak, "I can feel it..."

Dazzling cyan light burst from countless gaps between the stacked stones of the massive ash-white pyramid. Countless gusts of wind began to gather between heaven and earth. The grass and trees surrounding the pyramid rustled, as if celebrating and eagerly anticipating an imminent arrival.

The wind lifted the black robes of the figures. No one spoke, and a solemn, mysterious atmosphere pervaded the area.

When the cyan flame in the black Crystal Ball held by the black-robed man reached its zenith, the gemstone in his other hand quietly shattered, falling from his fingertips. The mysterious ritual seemed to be reaching its conclusion.

Beneath his robe, he slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon the burly Guardian Xiang beside him, and he spoke softly, "You are very lucky. You will be the first to bask in the grace of the God of the Feather Serpent at the dawn of the Ten Thousand Gods’ return..."

Just as his words ended, Guardian Xiang, who had been an offering atop the pyramid, suddenly let out a low growl like an elephant’s trumpet. It was as if he had suddenly broken free from some shackles. His already massive body swelled further. An inexplicable Power Field emanated from him, instantly shattering his restraints.

Without the slightest hesitation, Guardian Xiang, now free, wisely chose not to attack anyone nearby. Instead, he leaped from the top of the pyramid. He knew very well that neither the black-robed man from the Ten Thousand God Temple nor the golden-haired man with the platinum mask, both standing atop the pyramid, were beings he could afford to provoke.

Guardian Xiang’s movements displayed a nimbleness belying his massive build. In an instant, he landed at the pyramid’s base and immediately charged outward.

Seeing the "sacrificial offering" suddenly break free and flee, the black-robed man atop the pyramid showed no emotional fluctuation. He merely glanced down from his high vantage point at the fleeing Guardian Xiang and said softly, "Go... bring this poor, lost lamb back..."

At the base of the pyramid, the previously still Demon Beasts sprang into action. The stirring wind carried a faint, bloody scent. As several fearsome shadows sliced through the air like lightning, the scent of blood instantly permeated the surroundings.

WHOOSH—

Guardian Xiang abruptly executed a backbend, narrowly evading a sweeping attack from a dark shadow. When he straightened, a long, deep gash already marred his abdomen, nearly disemboweling him. Guardian Xiang’s expression remained unchanged. He tensed his muscles, forcibly closing the wound, then continued to dash forward.

His unique traits, unlike those of ordinary Evil Divine Servants, were now on full display. Now unable to rely on Evil God Power, his skills as a former top-tier Fighter offered a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation. His massive body moved with incongruous swiftness for a protector who had inherited the Power of the Elephant God. Having broken through the barrier of the Pure Martial True Intention level, his combat instincts as a rapidly developing Grandmaster Level Fighter allowed him to narrowly escape seemingly fatal attacks time and again.

Yet, despite his utmost effort and having unleashed his full potential, as more and more Demon Beasts joined the fray, the fearsome shadows coalesced into a black tide threatening to overwhelm him. Like a small boat facing a tsunami, Guardian Xiang was instantly battered and broken.

RIIIIP—

A muscular arm was violently torn off by one of the Demon Beasts. Thick blood splattered high into the air. Guardian Xiang let out a faint grunt, his face turning ashen, yet his pace didn’t falter. He continued rushing forward with the same rhythm.

However, before he could get much farther, a vicious gust of wind slashed at him from the side. Caught mid-stride, he had no time to evade. He watched helplessly as his left leg below the knee BOOMED, exploding into a mist of blood and vanishing.

BANG!

Guardian Xiang stumbled and pitched forward, landing on his one remaining knee. A large, dense shadow fell before him, blocking the daylight. Looking up, he saw several large, grotesque figures silently surrounding him, completely blocking his path. Numerous violent and cruel eyes roamed over his body, as if contemplating how to carve him up.

At this moment, Guardian Xiang’s rock-solid will began to waver, and a sliver of despair welled up in his heart. He strained to find a glimmer of light through the gaps between the monstrous figures. His eyes were filled with bewilderment as a low murmur escaped his lips.

I want to... get out of here alive...

As he finished speaking, the monster servants from the Ten Thousand God Temple reached out to grab him and drag him back to the altar.

But just then—

BANG!

A sharp crack echoed. The monstrous hand reaching for Guardian Xiang abruptly froze.

THUD—

A massive, headless corpse fell stiffly before Guardian Xiang.

"Ugh..." Guardian Xiang froze, stunned.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three more sharp cracks followed. The heads of the other three monster servants from the Ten Thousand God Temple blocking his path exploded sequentially, scattering a gory mess of red and white. The three grotesque bodies collapsed, and light from the path ahead once again shone upon Guardian Xiang.

However, this time... a figure now stood on the path to survival.

A tall, upright figure was reflected in Guardian Xiang’s pupils. The man walked towards him, his back to the light. In his daze, the man’s face was indistinct. Only a brilliant halo of light surrounding the figure was visible.

He slowly approached Guardian Xiang, reached out, and gently touched his fingertips to Guardian Xiang’s forehead. His clear, gentle eyes looked down at Guardian Xiang as he spoke softly.

"Your wish... shall be granted."

Guardian Xiang froze. After a moment, his mighty body bowed deeply, his forehead touching the ground at the newcomer’s feet. He muttered in a low voice, "Emperor..."

Lu Yuan looked at the scar-covered Guardian Xiang with a calm gaze, a peculiar emotion stirring quietly in his heart.

The Eight Great Protectors of the Evil Martial Association. Perhaps Guardian Xiang is the only one truly loyal to me. I wouldn’t care if the others died. But Guardian Xiang... if I can save him, I definitely will. It seems the pressure of this crisis also pushed him to break through the Pure Martial barrier and successfully advance to the Grandmaster level... That makes saving him even more worthwhile.

Guardian Rou and the other protectors following Lu Yuan quickly stepped forward, helped Guardian Xiang up, and swiftly retreated. Meanwhile, monster servants from the Ten Thousand God Temple roared and charged from all directions. However, under attack from Lu Yuan’s Spiritual Power-condensed Divine Weapon, their heads exploded before they could even get close. Lu Yuan dealt with them casually, not even bothering to lift a finger.

Seven or eight headless corpses of the Ten Thousand God Temple’s monster servants lay around him, blood splattered everywhere. An invisible, dominating aura radiated from him. No more Demon Beasts dared to approach; instead, they all retreated, their faces filled with apprehension.

At this point, Lu Yuan felt a distant gaze fall upon him. He looked up in the direction of the gaze. He saw two figures atop the greyish-white pyramid, apparently the leaders, watching him. Lu Yuan’s gaze lingered for a moment on a blond man wearing a platinum mask before shifting to the other figure: a black-robed person with an unfathomably deep aura.

His eyes met the gaze of the black-robed man in the void. He clearly discerned the curiosity and interest in the eyes hidden beneath the black robe.

"So you are their ’King’? The so-called Emperor?" The black-robed man stood atop the pyramid, looking down at Lu Yuan as he spoke softly.

Lu Yuan didn’t answer, but simply smiled. He nodded. Then, with a calm expression, he said lightly, "Since you’ve heard my name and now lay eyes upon me... why do you not kneel?"

As he spoke, a powerful and inexplicable aura rose from Lu Yuan. It spread and expanded like an invisible membrane, rapidly enveloping the entire area.

At that very moment, despite Lu Yuan standing at the base of the greyish-white pyramid, everyone present felt compelled to look up at him.