Apotheosis

As the soul sword navigated its way towards Marco at lightning-fast speed, his face began to lose all color and turned as white as a sheet.

After all, he was the son of the master of Vastness Mountain, and if he were to be killed by Dorothy, there would be severe consequences.

"You... you wouldn't dare!" Marco roared in frustration, his veins protruding from his neck. Instinctively he closed his eyes shut bracing himself for impact as he had no time to dodge.

When the distance between the soul sword's pointing end and Marco's forehead was only half a foot long, it stopped in its tracks. Slowly he opened his eyes to see the soul sword had manifested itself into a cloud of soul aura and retreated into Dorothy's Necklace of Mystic Soul.

Dorothy glared at his frightened pale face to spite him. "Next time, I won't be so forgiving."

As she finished speaking, she casually turned around and began walking away with Zen, leaving a shocked and silent crowd behind the Seclusion Door.

Marco stood still, with a dark shadow hovering over his face. He clenched his fists and kept his gaze lowered to the ground. Although they couldn't see his face, they could sense his Soul of Light was brimming with anger and hatred.

Scared from the possibility of Marco losing his temper on them, they didn't dare approach him to calm his restless breathing down.

Silence lingered in the walls of the room before Marco finally spoke. "Which mountain does the guy with Dorothy belong to?"

"We don't know anything about him. We only heard Dorothy refer to him as Zen," the person standing behind Marco explained.

"Zen, huh? I want you to go and look into it. I don't care how long it takes. Find out everything there is to know about him!" Marco demanded with rage. His tone reflected how much he loathed Zen.

In the temple of Oneness Sky Palace, there were specific rooms built for the sake of cultivating one's Soul of Light.

To make one's soul stronger, one had to integrate their soul with rare soul crystals, or constantly harden their soul. However, the latter was far more difficult.

Even so, soul crystals were not easy to obtain, they were rare even within the Other Shore.

There was only a small amount of them stored in the temple. Yet, Zen managed to retrieve a fist-sized soul crystal. It was quite fortunate of him since there had been no more than fifty people in the Oneness Sky Palace who were that lucky.

Throughout the way, Dorothy remained silent, which spoke volumes about how disturbed she was from what had happened. When they finally arrived at the rooms, she turned to Zen and lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry to have gotten you involved in such trouble."

In response, Zen gave her a warm smile and said, "Don't worry about it. Although, that guy seemed to have some bad blood with the Origin Mountain, is that right?"

"I'm afraid so," Dorothy sighed as she nodded lightly.

In the past, Dorothy's grandmother took part in a battle where she almost lost her life. Luckily, she was rescued by

ything, but in the end, they still failed.

'Why did such a strong race fail to exist?' Zen wondered feeling confused, as he attempted to interpret each message.

Both the Dreaded Eye Demon race and the Giant Force Believer race were superior to the human race. And now, they ceased to exist with only their temples on the Other Shore and had both disappeared in the Source World and the chaos. How was this possible?

In all the books Zen had read from the Oneness Sky Palace, none of them even mentioned these races. He was baffled.

Even the messages provided to him by the Strength God Totem were not enough to answer his questions.

After he removed the avatar in his body, Zen opened his eyes.

Carefully, he sat up from his current position and stretched his one arm forward to activate the totem.

The purple Soul of Light and Dorothy both had doubts about his choice of the Strength God Totem. They were afraid that he wouldn't be able to withstand such a powerful force.

But still, he wanted to give it a try and see for himself.

As he provoked the totem, a series of overwhelming aura rushed towards him.

'Force of one hundred divine megatons!'

When the force was concentrated on his arm, a dent formed in the space around his arm.

Zen was still able to resist such power.

'Force of two hundred divine megatons!'

He continued to test his limits and doubled the pressure.

This time, Zen roughly felt his bones were strained as if a million mountains were pressing down on his arm, squeezing it in between. The muscles became extremely stiff, and the veins in the arm were as tough as steel.

'Force of four hundred divine megatons!' Once again, Zen doubled the pressure.

Unexpectedly a crackling sound filled the room as his arm suddenly caved in under pressure. A stream of his blood spurted out, like a fountain. It sprayed up in all directions uncontrollably. It broke through the enchanted barrier he set up, the ceiling of the house, and left behind a ten-foot-wide crack!