As Lord of Stars and the others gathered together, an overwhelming battle intent surged like an exploding firework, soaring toward the sky and shaking the heavens.
"Let's go, we depart now!"
The War Goddess gazed at the breached world barrier and prepared to take the lead in charging through.
"The Celestial... this ti, all past grudges shall be settled!"
The supre beings such as Fire God stared at the world barrier above, their eyes filled with cold killing intent.
The massive Soul Beast, however, lowered its head and looked at God of Deities. "Shouldn't we wait a little longer?"
"If we join forces with Owen, our chances of victory would be much higher."
Although Soul Beast had never encountered Owen before, it was well aware of his past achievents and had developed a deep respect for him. It dared not underestimate him in the slightest.
Soone like Owen was undeniably a pillar of resistance against the Celestial!
In fact, judging by Owen's displayed combat strength, he might even be stronger than these ancient beings who had spent countless years in secluded cultivation. When it ca to dealing with the Celestial, there was a chance Owen was already their true leader.
After all, the Celestial's actions made it abundantly clear. Even when they had stirred up chaos within the [Order] Tower, the Celestial had ignored them. Yet, the mont Owen set foot in God of Deities, the Celestial imdiately revealed itself.
This stark difference in treatnt did not go unnoticed by any of them.
It was obvious—compared to Owen, they were insignificant in the Celestial's eyes.
"Owen's strength is undeniable, but he has his own matters to attend to. Let's focus on our own task first."
At this mont, the War Goddess stepped forward and shook her head.
She knew that Owen's primary reason for coming after the Celestial was to find Leslie. That was what he cared about the most.
It was best not to disturb him right now.
"The War Goddess is right. Let's deal with the Celestial first. Owen has his own rhythm and priorities."
Lord of Stars also voiced his agreent.
Hearing this, Soul Beast hesitated. "But with Owen's combat power, if we could join forces, our chances of success would be far greater!"
Before Soul Beast could finish speaking, the Trickster Lord laughed and interjected, "Soul Beast, you've cultivated in the Pantheon for so long, yet the stronger you beco, the more cowardly you seem. If you're scared, you can leave now, and we won't say a word about it."
Soul Beast shook its head repeatedly. "Of course not! I, Soul Beast, am destined to devour the heavens and earth! How could I possibly fear the Celestial?"
As it spoke, Soul Beast's already massive body began to expand like an inflating balloon, turning into an enormous ball of flesh.
"You always look impressive but end up being useless. Just don't turn weak when it really counts."
The Trickster Lord smirked.
"How could that be? I'm as tough as they co!" Soul Beast slapped its own inflated body with confidence.
Seeing its antics, the others chuckled before following the War Goddess through the passage God of Light had opened, stepping into the eighth layer of the [Order] Tower.
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At the sa ti, outside God of Deities—
The confrontation between Owen and the Celestial had reached a critical point. Though they seed close in distance, the terrifying [Order] energy between them made it feel as if they were in entirely different worlds.
At this mont, Little Leslie finally reacted. Pouting her cheeks in anger, she stood beside Owen, making faces in the direction of the Celestial.
But the Celestial remained as cold as ever. Its killing intent was like a piercing, frigid wind, freezing the space around God of Deities into solid ice. Endless waves of cold air surged, transforming the area into a frozen wasteland.
Unlike Owen, the gods who had followed him did not possess his level of power and confidence.
As the standoff escalated, reaching the verge of open conflict, the sheer pressure emanating from them made even breathing difficult for the bystanders.
The intensity of their confrontation was beyond terrifying. For these gods, even a stray ripple from their battle could an instant annihilation.
Especially the Celestial's presence—it caused their very souls to tremble in fear.
However, just as the tension reached its peak, an icy chill suddenly descended from the sky.
The mont the cold arrived, the suffocating pressure from the Celestial was instantly frozen. The overwhelming presence it exuded vanished into nothingness!
The terrifying confrontation between Owen and the Celestial—erased in an instant.
As the gods turned to locate the source of this chilling force, they found nothing.
The figure that had unleashed this bone-chilling cold had already vanished.
It was as if what they had just witnessed had been nothing more than an illusion.
Though no one understood why the Celestial had suddenly withdrawn its presence, everyone here knew one thing for certain—
The Celestial had awakened!
And more importantly, the Celestial had taken notice of them, especially Owen!
Being watched by the Celestial, Owen remained indifferent. As soon as he sensed the Celestial's aura retracting, he lowered his Fla Sword.
Then, he turned his head to look at Little Leslie beside him.
At this mont, Little Leslie stood frozen like a wooden doll, staring blankly ahead.
Following her gaze, Owen's brows furrowed.
Because the spot Little Leslie was looking at—was empty.
That was strange.
"What's wrong? Did you see sothing?" Owen crouched down and asked softly.
Little Leslie remained silent for a mont before pointing firmly at the spot she had been staring at.
"Daddy, I just felt Mommy's presence!"
Hearing this, Owen's pupils shrank.
When that icy force erupted earlier, he had sensed a faint, familiar presence—but it had been too weak to confirm.
Now, hearing Little Leslie's words, he was certain—
The one who had unleashed that terrifying cold was none other than Leslie!
Imdiately, Owen's eyes shimred with [Order] runes, attempting to pierce through ti and space to trace what had just happened.
And within re monts, he saw it—
Leslie had indeed been there. She had deliberately paused for a brief mont.
But then, she left.
Seeing this, Owen's expression darkened in confusion.
Why?
Why had she co all this way, only to leave again?
Could she still have unfinished plans with the Old Ones?
Owen couldn't understand.
However, the fact that Leslie had appeared here, even for just a mont, was a clear ssage—
She had not abandoned him or Little Leslie.
Right now, there was only one thing Owen could do—
Trust Leslie.
Trust that she would return. Trust that she had a plan.
Her brief appearance, precisely when the Celestial's killing intent surged, was likely out of concern for him and Little Leslie.
Otherwise, given what Owen knew about the Celestial, it would likely have abandoned its attacks on others and struck directly at him.
After all, as an anomaly beyond destiny, Owen posed the greatest threat to the Celestial.
But after Leslie's appearance, the Celestial had montarily retreated.
Clearly, Leslie played a role in this.
The more Owen thought about it, the more suffocating the weight on his heart beca.
Leslie—was bearing all this alone, in silence.
And yet, he felt powerless to help her.
What concerned him most was that in that fleeting mont, Leslie's aura had felt even colder—almost as if it could freeze ti itself.
Except when facing him and Little Leslie—only then did it regain a trace of warmth.
Owen took a deep breath.
He knew what Leslie had beco.
He had to find her.
No matter what—
No matter whether she would one day beco the final villain.
She was his wife.
And he would protect her.
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