Ten minutes later, Chen Shouyi's massive figure surfaced from the water.
The oppressive atmosphere between heaven and earth had vanished.
"God of Flas…" he murmured softly, his face full of coldness.
He didn't know what kind of deity the other was, but seeing their abilities, he knew it was related to fire.
At this mont, he felt the struggling Shell Lady in his mouth, and his face froze for a mont before he quickly opened his mouth.
The tiny creature, just over ten centiters, seed as insignificant as a half-burnt matchstick in his two-ter-wide mouth, barely noticeable.
As soon as he opened his mouth, the wet Shell Lady swiftly flew out and hovered in front of Chen Shouyi, gasping for breath, her small mouth opening and closing rapidly.
The sound was indistinct, barely audible.
Chen Shouyi found that his vision, hearing, and sense of sll were all impaired.
He didn't speak, removed his armor, and stored it away, then returned to his normal form.
In an instant, a terrifying whirlpool appeared in the seawater. Before the thousands of tons of tidal water could gather, Chen Shouyi quickly floated up and flew towards the shore.
The Shell Lady hurriedly followed, chirping endlessly in his ear.
First, she complained about his slly saliva, and then she lanted that her beautiful clothes were ruined.
Her thoughts were simple, her emotions ca quickly and left just as fast. Previously, she was trembling in fear, but now with the departure of the God of Flas, it seed as if everything had been forgotten, and she was as happy as a little bee.
Chen Shouyi landed on the beach, his legs weakened, nearly causing him to fall to the ground.
He felt unbearably weak and looked at his body, which was charred black, the surface completely carbonized with a protein-burning stench.
Threads of fresh blood oozed from the cracks on the surface.
Not only that, but his body was severely dehydrated. With a slight sense, he found that his internal organs had lost their fullness and were sowhat shriveled.
As for below…
Chen Shouyi didn't dare to look, fearing a psychological shadow would remain.
It was probably all scorched!
Because… he could no longer feel anything there!
"God of Flas…" Chen Shouyi murmured coldly, clenching his fist as black blood dripped from it, "Do you think it's over? Your Domain of Faith is not far from here!"
...
The forest lay not far from the ocean, with many streams flowing through.
He quickly found a clean water source along the beach and drank until his stomach was round.
Then he ate half a pound of at paste infused with Powerful Divine Power to replenish his strength.
The injuries from the Divine Fire were extrely difficult to heal, stubborn remnants of Divine Power inside his body prevented self-healing.
Fortunately, these were rootless trees and water without a source, yet even so, Chen Shouyi spent five to six hours exhausting his will to finally purge the Divine Power.
The charred parts of his body gradually fell off, revealing tender, reddish skin beneath.
Yet, his body still felt sowhat weak, slightly shrunken.
...
The night gradually deepened.
Chen Shouyi gathered a pile of dry wood from the forest and caught a prey effortlessly.
His will concentrated, and the dry wood ignited with a "bam."
The dancing flas licked the prey, golden fat dripping onto the charcoal fire, bursting with sparks, illuminating Chen Shouyi's face in flickering light.
This was the third ti…
He felt a vague thought.
All along.
Chen Shouyi never caused trouble in the strange world.
To him, it was rely a place for training, and he kept a respectful distance from the Barbarian God's earthly kingdom. But despite this, he continuously encountered dangers, once with the Demigod inexplicably appearing on a small island, and then with the Sea God.
And now, the God of Flas had appeared again.
Each more powerful and perilous than the last!
It seed as if he was truly being targeted by so unknown existence…
Chen Shouyi glanced at the sky.
Overhead, there were no stars nor a moon, as if shrouded in a thick black curtain.
"Perhaps I'm overthinking it. If such a terrifying existence truly exists, maybe just a thought could annihilate . More likely… this world is rejecting ."
In this mysterious world, the concept of fate might indeed exist.
The Shell Lady sat on Chen Shouyi's shoulder, looking dazed, too sleepy to keep her eyes open, nodding off intermittently yet waking up startled from ti to ti.
Today had been full of too much excitent and fear, and now, as soon as she relaxed, she could no longer hold on.
Chen Shouyi glanced at her, gently gripping the Shell Lady from his shoulder and softly placing her into his shirt pocket.
...
Chen Shouyi stayed by the coast for three consecutive days.
His weak body gradually recovered to its peak, with agility, intelligence, will, and perception all growing by 0.1 points.
Over these days, he felt a faint sense of being watched several tis, indicating that the God of Flas had been observing him, but had not appeared again.
Chen Shouyi paid no mind, as this was the seashore, and the other was not the Sea God.
Should the deity dare to co near,
he would dive into the ocean.
In the water, the opponent's imnse Divine Power would likely be greatly weakened, and Chen Shouyi felt he had a thirty percent chance to take down the opponent in close combat.
He was no longer willing to wait.
A gentleman takes revenge… three days is already too late.
After instructing the Shell Lady to hide in a rock crevice by the shore, his body soared into the sky, reaching an altitude of ten thousand ters.
To the northwest lay an expansive Domain of Faith, covering half the sky and spanning millions of square kiloters, with a part adjoining the ocean.
Perhaps driven by malice in his heart,
in the distance, the Domain of Faith condensed into a Fla Giant, roaring loudly at him.
Chen Shouyi sneered coldly.
Then he swooped down, swiftly flying toward that area.
...
Here was an alluvial plain ford by sedint from a large river, with fertile land and abundant resources.
Following the river, nurous tribes ford a dense patchwork, with a high population density.
The Barbarians here had begun transitioning from a hunter-gatherer society to an agricultural civilization, and not far away, large fields of tall crops grew lush and green, full of green fruits.
Night fell.
It was the day for the five-day ritual to worship the God of Flas.
On the open space in front of the temple,
countless Barbarians, their faces painted with colorful dyes like demons, danced wildly around a fla on the altar, the atmosphere fervent.
This was a Divine Fire!
A gift from the Gods, protecting the peace of the tribe.
Usually, it would extinguish itself, but on the night of the sacrificial day, it would ignite automatically, bringing light to the night, and no matter how much it rained during the day, it would cease on its own at night.
...
"Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice! Blood sacrifice!"
Countless Barbarians jabbed their Long Spears into the ground rhythmically, the atmosphere electrifying.
The blood sacrifice had always been the most exhilarating part of the ritual.
Watching their brethren's terrified, desperate expressions and hearing their wailing and struggles as they were ignited by the Divine Fire, everyone felt a transcendent, twisted pleasure.
Soon, two Barbarians, trembling like leaves, were brought forward by several burly n.
Both were from the sa tribe but had committed unforgivable cris.
One had accidentally knocked over a sacrificial vessel while cleaning the temple, and the other had blasphed the Gods by lighting dry grass through polished crystal, attempting to steal the God's power.
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