Apotheosis

This enormous creature did not look like a dog at all. If anything, it looked like a lion with overgrown fur.

Its black fur shone nicely, making its coat look like satin.

As soon as Zen stepped onto the yard, the dog stood from its place in the doghouse and ran towards him.

It pawed the ground, creating two holes that were half a foot deep.

"Woof! Woof!"

All of a sudden, fear washed over Zen like a waterfall. He was paralyzed to the spot, his pulse bounding in his ears. Zen tried to steady his breathing in an effort to quell the panic but found that he couldn't. Was he honestly afraid of a dog's bark?

Zen had already mastered the warrior spirit to consummation during his time in the Divine Refinement Forbidden Land. Hardly anything affected his state of mind now. Facing a True God didn't even make him flinch.

However, the fear he felt now was different. Terror had sucked the very breath from his lungs. He couldn't think much of anything except that he had to get away.

This dog was causing him to feel this way, and if he stayed like this for another minute, he was going to die for sure.

Clink! Clink! Clink!

The sounds the silver dog chain made were not helping at all. In the haziness of his mind, Zen hoped that it wouldn't break.

If it did, there'd be nothing to restrain the dog from eating Zen for dinner.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

The dog stuck out its thorny scarlet tongue as it tried to reach Zen. If Zen had been an inch closer to the dog, he would've already been dog chow.

Zen was getting lightheaded by the second. He knew he needed to flee but he could no longer control his legs; they were shaking violently.

"Blackie! Back to your house!"

Saul, who had hurried over, shouted.

At Saul's command, the violent and manic aura that surrounded the dog dissipated. It turned its head towards Saul, licked its lips, shifted on its haunches, and bounded back to the doghouse.

With the dog gone, Zen finally regained control of his breathing. His hands were still shaking as he wiped the perspiration off of his brow. His clothes were drenched in sweat.

It had been a long time since he felt fear that intense.

The strength of that dog truly was terrifying. Even Zen, who had a firm state of mind and posses

sent out by the Sacred race already gave their verdict. Moreover, Zen had already known the new rules of the Hall of Holy Beings. This was their best hope.

And it all depended on these guys.

Zen mentally prepared himself as he walked over to the man. "Hello," Zen smiled. "I am the master of this fairy palace!"

"Duh," the man said with a wave of his hand. "I knew that after you barged into this place with your cultivation base of the nature level. But I tell you, your rate of improvement is really amazing."

The man looked at Zen with gleaming eyes.

Bromley had made a promise to them before, saying that if someone were to take complete ownership of this fairy palace, everyone in the dungeon would be released.

For hundreds of millions of years, they had waited for this day to come, and now it was finally here.

It took everything to hide his excitement. After being locked up for so long, they were finally going to be set free.

"Hmph! What's there to be surprised about? This guy made us wait for almost twenty years!" A hoarse voice came from the dungeon.

It had been nearly twenty years since Zen first stepped into the fairy palace.

Saul frowned. "A few years ago, who was it that said it would take a thousand years for Zen to rule the fairy palace?"

Hearing these words, the entire dungeon fell silent. Although they were powerful, they were still no match for Zen. After all, it was because of the three Holy Beings' painstaking effort that Zen had become this strong.