"Not a complete opening—just a temporary entrance to let a few juniors enter," Tang San said calmly. "Moreover, I have reasons that compel me to do this."
He explained the matter of the curse brand within Qian Renxue's body, adding at the end: "That brand has completely fused with the Angelic God position. Unless she abandons the divine position, it cannot be stripped away. And the consequences of abandoning the divine position—you all know them well. At best, complete loss of cultivation; at worst, destruction of both body and spirit. Qian Renxue is the sole inheritor of the Angelic God. If she falls, the Angelic God position will remain vacant forever, and the balance of divine positions in the Divine Realm will be broken."
The Goddess of Life frowned slightly: "The Angelic God's curse... this is indeed thorny. But the Gods' Tomb is too dangerous. Even if we entered, we couldn't guarantee coming out unscathed. Those children—the strongest among them has only just broken through to god level. Isn't sending them in just sending them to their deaths?"
"They're not going alone," Tang San said. "Bibi Dong and Dai Chengfeng will accompany them. These two's understanding of laws is already comparable to first-level gods. Especially Bibi Dong—her mastery of the Wind Laws even surprises me."
"Bibi Dong?" The God of Evil raised an eyebrow. "That woman who stirred up continental war ten thousand years ago and was finally killed by you? She's resurrected?"
"Precisely speaking, she reincarnated and recultivated," Tang San said indifferently. "Moreover, she's walking a completely new path—not relying on a divine position, but directly comprehending laws. This path is difficult, but once successfully walked, the potential is limitless."
The God of Goodness sighed softly: "The seal of the Gods' Tomb was a prohibition jointly set by the first-generation God Kings. According to the rules, all five God Kings must agree before it can be temporarily opened. Tang San, how confident are you of convincing us?"
Tang San took something from his bosom and placed it in the center of the round table.
It was a gray crystal, only the size of a fingernail, but countless shadows seemed to flow within it. Looking closely, one could see countless gods warring and falling within it, hearing heaven-shaking battle cries and desperate wails.
"This is..." The God of Destruction's pupils suddenly contracted.
"A memory fragment from the Ancient God War," Tang San said slowly. "I found it in the deepest part of the Divine Realm's central hub. The first-generation God Kings sealed away that period of history, but didn't completely erase it—they sealed these memories in the core of the hub. I spent a long time before I could extract this small piece."
He looked at each God King present: "Are you all not curious? What exactly happened in ancient times? Why did so many gods fall? Why did the Divine Realm nearly collapse? Why did the surviving first-generation God Kings seal away that history, even going so far as to modify the memories of all gods?"
Silence fell over the round table.
After a long while, the Goddess of Life finally spoke softly: "I once saw some blurry fragments in the memories of the Tree of Life... It was a war that swept through all pantheons, but who the enemy was, what they fought for—I can't remember any of it. Whenever I try to recall deeply, my divine soul aches terribly, as if something is preventing me from remembering."
"Same here," the God of Destruction said in a heavy voice. "There are some broken images remaining in my Destruction Origin, but I can't see them clearly. That feeling... like a veil covering your eyes. You know the truth is right there, yet you cannot touch it."
"Because our memories were all modified by others." Tang San's voice echoed in the divine temple. "Those who modified our memories were precisely our predecessors, the first-generation God Kings. Why did they do this? What was hidden in that period of history that made them so fearful they had to erase everyone's memories?"
He pointed at that gray crystal: "The answer may lie in the Gods' Tomb. It buries the dead of the Ancient God War, and their resentments may preserve the most primitive memories. Having Qian Renxue and the others enter is not only to remove the curse on her body, but even more to investigate the truth—a truth buried for ten thousand years."
The God of Goodness and the God of Evil exchanged a glance, both seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.
"What if the truth is too cruel?" the God of Evil asked. "So cruel that we cannot bear it?"
"Then we must still know it." Tang San's answer was resolute. "We are God Kings, the rulers of the Divine Realm. If we don't even know where we came from or what we fought for, what qualification do we have to lead the Divine Realm? How can we prevent history from repeating itself?"
Another long silence.
Finally, the God of Destruction slowly raised his head, purple eyes flashing with decisive light: "I agree. But there's a condition—we five must maintain the seal's stability from the outside. Once something abnormal occurs inside, we immediately close the entrance, even if they haven't come out yet."
"Fair enough." Tang San nodded.
"I also agree," the Goddess of Life said softly, "But I will leave a Life Brand at the entrance. If they encounter life-threatening danger, it can at least preserve their lives."
The God of Goodness and the God of Evil also expressed their agreement in turn.
The five God Kings reached consensus, each extending a hand to press upon that gray crystal. Five divine powers of different colors injected into the crystal, which began to rotate and enlarge, finally projecting a complex light diagram in the air—that was the structural diagram of the Gods' Tomb's seal.
"Three days later, we will join hands to open a temporary entrance lasting three days," Tang San said in a heavy voice. "During these three days, whether fortune or misfortune awaits depends on their own fate."
Human realm, former Spirit Hall site.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye during cultivation.
With the assistance of the spirit-gathering formation and the Angelic God Armament, Qian Renxue's divine power recovered to fifty percent of her peak. Though there was still a gap from her full strength, it was already sufficient to unleash seventy percent of the Angelic God Armament's power. More importantly, her control over divine power became more refined—no longer like when she first broke through, possessing power but not knowing how to use it.
Tang Wulin's progress was equally astonishing. Under the guidance of the Sea God cultivation secret methods Tang San left him, his Golden Dragon King bloodline further fused with Sea God power, creating the unique "Sea Dragon" divine power. This divine power combined the Golden Dragon King's strength and defense with the Sea God power's versatility and recovery, causing his actual combat ability to skyrocket by several levels.
Dai Chengfeng focused on organizing the memory fragments from the Wind God inheritance. He spent a great deal of time piecing together those fragmented bits of information, drawing up a rough map of the Gods' Tomb—though many places were blank, marked "memory missing," it at least gave everyone a basic understanding of that place.
"The Gods' Tomb is divided into three layers," Dai Chengfeng pointed at the three-dimensional map condensed from Wind Laws in the air, "The outermost layer is the 'Divine Corpse Wasteland,' where countless gods' skeletons and broken divine artifacts are scattered. Though dangerous, it's relatively safe—mainly some mindless resentful remnant souls wandering about."
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