Taking a deep breath, Owen collected his thoughts about the Goddess of Beauty and her background. eting her gaze, he nodded.
"The God of Light is my predecessor. He has been a trendous help to ."
As Owen spoke to Venus, the various factions resisting The Celestial watched eagerly.
Owen had long been recognized by the God of Light, Lord of Stars, and War Goddess, and many factions already viewed him and Venus as the leaders of their resistance against The Celestial.
In their eyes, the union of Venus and Owen would be a boon not only to their cause but also to the future. As rare prodigies, their offspring would undoubtedly combine their unparalleled strengths and talents.
Now, their long-awaited eting had finally taken place. Watching the two stand side by side, they seed like a match made in heaven.
Venus, however, ignored the unusual gazes directed at them and focused entirely on Owen. She asked with curiosity,
"Where is my father now?"
Previously, she had been lost in the void of ti and space, attempting to return but
ambushed along the way. As a result, she had missed the last gathering of the resistance. Now
that she was back, her foremost concern was her father's whereabouts.
Though she was well aware of her father's imnse power, she also understood his temperant-easily swayed by emotion, especially his hatred for The Celestial.
Owen looked at her, his expression growing solemn.
"The God of Light and the Lord of Stars went to confront the God of Deities to challenge The Celestial. Where they are now, I cannot say."
From the fragnts of information Owen had pieced together, it seed that the God of Light and the Lord of Stars had failed in their mission-after all, the Millennial Cataclysm had occurred.
However, failure didn't necessarily an death.
Hearing this, Venus's elegant brows furrowed deeply.
She knew her father's strength well; he was a towering mountain, an indomitable force. Even Throne Celestials couldn't stand against him. His power was almost otherworldly.
But had he really failed?
The joy of returning to the present world vanished in an instant. A cold killing intent surged from Venus, spreading like a tide and chilling the very air.
Her anxiety and agitation showed as her hands clenched into fists, her lips trembling and pale.
Seeing Venus's turbulent emotions, Owen quickly spoke.
"There's no need to worry too much. They had prepared for this mont. As for their current status and location, you could ask him-Sargeras must know."
Venus imdiately turned her icy gaze to Sargeras.
As one of The Celestial's enforcers, it was almost certain that Sargeras knew the whereabouts of the God of Light.
"Where is my father now?"
Her cold, sword-like gaze twisted the very fabric of space. Even those rely touched by the residual force felt a bone-chilling cold seep into their bones.
Sargeras, however, remained indifferent under her glare. "He is dead."
His tone was devoid of emotion, a statent of fact.
The words sent shockwaves through the Pure Land.
The God of Light has fallen!
The sheer magnitude of this revelation was staggering.
The God of Light, once a peerless genius and unmatched combatant, was now declared dead. "Impossible!"
"My father could never fall!"
Sargeras calmly explained,
"He wouldn't have, under normal circumstances. But to protect the retreat of the Lord of Stars and the War Goddess, he stood alone against The Celestial's armies. Even with his near- immortal power, do you think he could have survived?"
The hearts of those listening sank.
Sargeras had no reason to lie, and with the Millennial Cataclysm underway, they dared not think further.
"If the God of Light has fallen, then Sargeras, you will perish here as well!"
Hundreds of celestial god-tier mages, freshly summoned through the Ti Array, turned their wrathful gazes to Sargeras.
Among them, a Throne Celestial wearing an ornate golden robe stepped forward, his aura exuding power and nobility.
It was the God of Alchemy, a Throne Celestial of the Alchemy Guild!
The Alchemy Guild erupted into cheers at his appearance, while others regarded him with solemn respect. Known for his terrifying strength and close friendship with the God of Light, his presence made the air crackle with tension.
Sargeras t the God of Alchemy's fierce gaze with calm indifference.
"You alone lack the power to kill ."
Though they were both Throne Celestials, Sargeras's strength was augnted by the fel
energy of The Celestial, making him nearly invincible in this realm.
"Indeed, killing Sargeras is no simple task," a serene voice suddenly interrupted.
A dreamlike figure, as ethereal as the night sky, appeared.
At the sight of this figure, Sargeras's expression turned grave, a stark contrast to his earlier indifference toward the God of Alchemy.
Owen's eyes also narrowed as he observed this unusual figure. Unlike the others, it had no physical body and existed entirely as a soul.
The Soul Reaper.
Or rather, a victim cursed into this non-human state by The Celestial. Born with an unparalleled talent for soul magic, he had been cursed by The Celestial until his body
decayed, leaving only his ever-strengthening soul.
He was the only celestial god known to have ascended to Throne Celestial purely through his
soul. His exact power was a mystery.
More concerning was his organization, the White Tower Tech Guild, known for its clandestine
research and influence.
Even Middle Earth's branch was rely one of many.
Sargeras addressed him cautiously.
"Soul Reaper, your soul has grown stronger. But even so, your combined strength is not
enough to kill . You are still growing, while I have reached my limits."
His tone carried a trace of sorrow. His dream of destroying this broken, corrupt, and depraved realm to create a perfect world remained unrealized, and his strength had stagnated.
"If you think you're invincible, you're mistaken," the Soul Reaper chuckled, his tone cold. "Compared to the God of Light's Eternal Light Form, your fel energy is lacking. If you can
approach immortality, so can he."
Hearing this, Venus's eyes lit up with hope.
Yes, her father was stronger than Sargeras. Though he may have failed, killing him wouldn't
be easy.
Her father must still be alive!
Sargeras scowled, his gaze sweeping across the hundreds of celestial gods before settling on
Owen.
"Owen, let's end this for now. Our final battle will co, and I hope you won't shy away when
the ti cos."
With those words, all attention turned once more to Owen.
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