Chapter 167: Within the Secret Realm

“To be honest, I’m not entirely sure whether the True God of the Church truly exists, but Dragon God Radon once said that Pope Sisket is a God Devourer—he killed his own Deity. He killed the so-called True God.

How could the Human Church have no records whatsoever about the True God? What, then, is the True God they believe in? It’s that bastard Pope Sisket who erased all records of the True God, wiped the memories of the people, and destroyed the World’s records.”

Amutate couldn’t imagine that a Believer would kill the Deity they worshiped, and now that very person could sit high above, leading Believers to continue worshiping the True God he had slain.

Upon hearing Amutate’s words, Qiao Zhirou’s heart trembled.

Thinking back carefully, neither the Human Church nor any of the older races had any records of the deeds of the Human Church True God, yet the legends of the Hero and the Church were still functioning normally.

It was truly suspicious. Most of the Human Blessed Ones received their Blessings from the so-called True God, but who exactly was this True God? The volume of these Blessings was immense, and according to Elder Amutate, he couldn’t even see the names of the Human Blessed Ones.

From this perspective, it was all too suspicious. The older races had no impression of the Human True God whatsoever, and coupled with Dragon God Radon’s claim that he was a God Devourer, it was enough to see the danger posed by Pope Sisket.

But without a Deity, where did the immense power of these Blessed Ones and the Hero come from? How had Humanity held out for so long against the Demon King’s Army?

All these factors indicated that Pope Sisket was indeed not a benevolent figure. Why would he come to their rescue for no reason?

In this light, Ye Yuanyuan’s goodwill might turn into a disaster.

Qiao Zhirou and Xu Aicai didn’t discuss further with Amutate. It seemed now that relying on their own strength was the only way to survive, whether facing the currently halted Demon Race or the impending arrival of Pope Sisket.

Their own power was the key to survival. With this in mind, both chose to follow the instructions of Amutate, the Dragonkin Elder, and began desperately absorbing the Soul Energy here, attempting to Breakthrough the barrier of Demigod.

After Zhai Guangyi passed through the golden sphere of light, the scene before him transformed entirely, as if he had arrived in a brand-new World.

Above, the sky remained vast and boundless, with the blazing sun shining brightly upon the golden ground below. Glittering gold and jewels scattered across the land emitted dazzling radiance.

Every structure and the ground in this World were composed of Rare Metal.

Zhai Guangyi released his Soul Power to perceive everything in this World. It was like an entirely new planet, with no boundaries, and the sky above stretched into an endless starry expanse.

Apart from the sun and the moon, there were no other celestial bodies. The shimmering lights in the starry sky were not other stars; in Zhai Guangyi’s view, they were merely textures—a starry sky texture. Beyond this planet, everything else seemed overly simplistic.

The glowing sun was not a real sun either, merely a massive luminous object, hollow inside.

Zhai Guangyi slowly descended to the ground, which was entirely made of gold. Even the soil and sand were gleaming gold, clearly reflecting the personal preferences of this World’s creator.

Zhai Guangyi could tell that Dragon God Radon wanted to create an entirely new world, but his skill and knowledge were insufficient to accomplish it, and many elements incorporated his personal preferences.

For example, there was a giant tree that resembled a hundred-meter-long Giant Dragon, appearing extremely twisted and comical.

Walking a few steps forward, he saw a bare-chested tough guy swimming in a golden lake. The golden liquid was actually a highly toxic metal of extraordinary density and mass.

The tough guy swam happily in this liquid, his agility completely unaffected. Then, with a huge brass-colored strange fish in his mouth, he leaped out. Like a carp, he twisted and somersaulted through the air, landing gracefully before Zhai Guangyi.

He struck a cool pose.

“Mysterious and mighty Demigod Powerhouse, at your service!”

Zhai Guangyi recognized him—wasn’t this Yang Jingting, the one who had taken Xiong Er soaring through the sky that day? He hadn’t expected him to have already achieved a Demigod Rank breakthrough. Moreover, Yang Jingting seemed incredibly confident in his muscles, standing bare-chested before Zhai Guangyi without a hint of shame.

Zhai Guangyi, having been male in the past, naturally didn’t mind, though he felt a bit awkward.

“Ahem, this adorable Dragon… no, adorable Forest Elf. I know you’re utterly captivated by my powerful muscles, but I’m afraid it’s no use. I already have someone I admire, and these muscles exist solely to protect everything about her.

Am I right? My mighty and powerful left arm, Yang Wudi, and my agile and handsome right arm, Yang Yingxiong—these are the fruits of my labor.”

Yang Jingting seemed lost in admiration of his own muscles, like a madman introducing each and every one to the petite white-haired girl before him.

It appeared Yang Jingting had grown somewhat lonely here, having given names to every muscle in his body.

“Today, my erector spinae, Yang Tiantian, seems a bit off form. But I caught a Golden Koi today, so I’ll give you a good boost.”

Yang Jingting stroked each muscle on his body, speaking with intoxicated pride.

Zhai Guangyi watched him expressionlessly, like a doll, recording every detail of the scene before him. While there were many things he disliked doing, helping Yang Jingting showcase his achievements felt like an excellent idea.

“Why are you here?”

Zhai Guangyi’s gentle voice inquired. The sound reached Yang Jingting’s ears, snapping him out of his intensely narcissistic reverie.

“Huh? I thought I’d encountered a doll that looked like an Elf maiden! So you’re actually real!”

Yang Jingting, somewhat embarrassed, slipped on a gray robe. Only then did Zhai Guangyi realize he could feel shame. And he mentioned having someone he admired—who could that be?

“So, how did you end up here?”

Zhai Guangyi repeated her question.

“Hmm? Don’t you know this is a Dragonkin Secret Realm? How did you get in? I’ve been tempering myself here for a long time, and you’re the first outsider I’ve seen.”

As he spoke, Yang Jingting began circling around Zhai Guangyi, as if examining the short, white-haired maiden.

“You look absolutely unreal! Are you really alive?”

Yang Jingting spoke as he reached out to pinch Zhai Guangyi’s cheek. Zhai Guangyi glared at him, and an overwhelming sense of oppression swept through Yang Jingting’s Soul. The immense Soul Pressure was difficult to resist, leaving Yang Jingti feeling suffocated.

During his journey here, Zhai Guangyi had already learned how to control his terrifying Soul Energy. When he encountered Yang Jingting, Zhai Guangyi had intended to keep a low profile. However, the moment Yang Jingting reached out to touch him, Zhai Guangyi felt a visceral disgust and an unwillingness to be touched, instinctively glaring at Yang Jingting. Even Zhai Guangyi found his own behavior strange.