One blood-stained na after another appeared before Owen and his companions, causing their hearts to tremble slightly.
God of Light Apollo!
Lord of Stars!
War Goddess!
Thunder God!
...
So of these gods, Owen recognized; others he did not. All their nas were carved here, glaring as blood, like a silent oath or perhaps a voiceless protest.
An atmosphere of relentless defiance perated the space.
These ancient gods, so still alive, others long dead in battle, left only their nas. Just gazing upon this endless array of nas made Owen's blood surge and filled him with a deep, solemn sadness.
So many mighty deities joined forces, yet they still t with utter defeat, their numbers decimated.
The path against The Celestial was truly a road paved with blood!
After a silent pause, the group's expressions grew solemn.
Soon, under the guidance of Lord of Stars and others, Owen and his companions crossed through an ethereal gateway, arriving in a chaotic and peculiar realm.
This space was filled with countless shadows, a crimson mist as fine as dust swirling in every corner, thick with the stench of blood.
Steadying himself, Owen looked around. Though he knew so things about the Gate of Gods and Demons from legend, this was his first ti truly entering.
In the distance, through the rolling mists, he saw two massive stone monoliths, dark and imposing like mountains.
Before them, Owen felt incredibly small, his mana seemingly suppressed, its flow slowing. On the left monolith was an ancient engraving. It depicted gods raising cups in celebration, surrounded by enchanting music, feasts, and endless revelry.
Yet this scene of joy was tinged with an eerie strangeness because of the ominous eye hovering above them. It seed these gods, despite their revelry, were re puppets under control.
Behind the monolith lay a distorted void passage lined with flowers.
Seeing this, Owen imdiately recognized it as the famous Divine Path Stone from the legend.
Those who submitted to The Celestial would receive The Celestial's blessing but, in doing so, would also beco its puppets.
With this in mind, Owen quickly shifted his attention to the stone next to the Divine Path Stone.
The second dark monolith bore another eerie carving. Here, gods' corpses piled high, forming a path of blood and bones that stretched endlessly into the unknown.
Chaos Stone!
Beyond this monolith lay the void that led to war with The Celestial.
Here was the point of no return in the battle against The Celestial.
Further ahead, there was no turning back.
Owen's gaze grew grave as he looked at Lord of Stars and War Goddess, asking, "When will you return?"
"We don't know. If we don't return... then we don't," War Goddess replied with a carefree smile, though the fire in her eyes blazed even fiercer.
Lord of Stars paused, seemingly reflecting on his life, and then spoke slowly:
"So things are our duty. This is our destiny. Perhaps it was determined the day we were born."
"But I am glad to have t you in this stand against The Celestial!"
The other gods present looked at Owen with complex expressions.
Owen's talent and strength were greatly valued by them, giving them a glimr of hope.
"Let this be our final stand. If we don't co back, the road forward will be up to you." The God of Light took a deep breath and gently patted Owen's shoulder. With that, he turned and walked into the ethereal passage behind the Chaos Stone.
Seeing this, the other gods quickly followed, seizing their chance to enter.
As they watched Lord of Stars and the others leave, Madelyn, Rachel, and the others felt a heavy weight in their hearts.
They wished fervently for Lord of Stars and the others to succeed, yet deep down, they sensed this was a road of no return.
And yet, they went without hesitation, creating a chance for those who ca after.
While Madelyn and the others were imrsed in worry and sorrow, they suddenly saw Owen step forward to the imnse Divine Path Stone.
They froze for a mont, and then saw sothing that shocked them.
Owen reached out, wrapped his arms around the Divine Path Stone, and began lifting it with all his might!
Today, he was not only here to bid farewell to Lord of Stars and the ancient gods in their fight against The Celestial and witness this event that would shake the planes, but he also had his eye on the Divine Path Stone.
The stone was infused with immortal power, able to protect an entire domain!
With the looming Millennial Cataclysm, he and Leslie had a fair chance of survival, but the people of Azure Kingdom didn't stand a chance.
With the Divine Path Stone's protection, surviving would be more feasible, as the stone contained part of The Celestial's power.
"Holy..." gasped Madelyn and the others, their mouths agape.
What was Owen doing, lifting the Divine Path Stone to take it with him?
The Divine Path Stone was incredibly heavy and radiated a powerful, domineering pressure. They could hardly get close to it, let alone take it away.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the entire space trembled as Owen exerted force, lifting the mountain-like Divine Path Stone slightly. The pressure emanating from it was montarily suppressed by the
primal chaos aura he exuded.
Madelyn and the others felt their astonishnt deepen.
The Divine Path Stone radiated a domineering immortal power, as heavy as a world!
Yet Owen had managed to lift it.
What terrifying physical strength was this?
And what incredible courage?
Leslie stared at Owen, amazed, wondering why he had his sights set on the Divine Path Stone. Yet soon, she prepared to help him, knowing that if Owen was determined to claim it, it must hold great benefit for their future.
But as she stepped forward, she saw Owen, who was lifting the Divine Path Stone, drip a drop of his blood onto the stone, slowly weakening its resistance to him.
As Owen gained control over the stone, its massive form gradually shrank from mountain- sized to fist-sized, resting in his palm like a small black stone slab.
"Bold!"
Just as Owen was about to study the Divine Path Stone closely, a thunderous shout echoed
across the space!
The familiar voice startled Leslie and the others, and they quickly looked in its direction.
The passage to The Celestial twisted like a vortex, and soon, a black spider with eight eyes and
legs as tough as iron appeared.
The God of Trickery, Loki!
The mont Madelyn and the others saw Loki, their pupils shrank, and they took a few steps
back.
This god of trickery had been a fierce opponent of Lord of Stars, War Goddess, and God of
Light.
Though he had later been severely wounded by God of Light, his power still far surpassed
theirs!
As they watched in horror, Loki's eight eyes of various colors all focused on Owen, gleaming with satisfaction and surprise:
"Well, well, we et so soon! Without Lord of Stars and God of Light here, I wonder how you
plan to save yourself!"
Loki laughed wildly, his spider legs secreting thick white webbing that spread like white mold
across the entire space, covering everything.
The gateway, still open a mont ago, closed within the encroaching waves of white,
vibrating the void with a booming resonance.
Despair flickered through their hearts.
Just then, they heard Owen's voice, cold as ice:
"A re rodent under The Celestial's banner, barking here? Do you think that without Lord of
Stars, you can do as you please?"
Hearing Owen taunt Loki, Madelyn, Rachel, and the others imdiately felt a surge of hope.
"Owen's right. He's just a rat lurking in the dark. God of Light injured him before-if we join
forces, we might still have a chance!"
Madelyn's eyes glinted with a faint red light.
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