Divine Path System Chapter 1571 As Old As Time

Chapter 1571 As Old As Time

The myths surroundings G.o.d's Eye run deep into the past, older than all known civilizations.

When the six primordial tribes were wors.h.i.+pping their G.o.ds, scribbling down their primeval history, the G.o.d's Eye had long been there.

And in some accounts, the six G.o.ds themselves mentioned that G.o.d's Eye existed before them. Unsurprisingly, it was attributed to the three Primordial G.o.ds.

Maybe there was someone who came before even them. But that's the limit of all their knowledge.

But some sources deny its connection to the Primordial G.o.ds and speculate that this place to be old as time itself.

"They say it was originally the size of a pond." Mencius commented, adjusting his spectacles.

The cosmic structure in front of them occupied the volume of at least a hundred star systems. It looked like a heavenly lake filled with glowing s.h.i.+ning milk in pitch black surroundings.

The light from the structure was divine, surreal and beyond anything found anywhere else. The sparkling specks of light felt like tears of a living G.o.d himself.

Just being bathed in that light caused Varian to experience a sensation of sublime joy. All the worries in his mind were pushed back and only serenity remained.

'Ahhh, how nice it is to be ali—ehh?'

"Don't do anything careless here." Mencius continued, his tone devoid of any pride but his choice of words suggesting an instruction than suggestion. "Only enter through the temple."

He pointed to the vast red-stone structure sitting in the white lake. Its area far exceeded entire stars and the sheer waves of aura eminating from the structure caused Varian's heart to thump.

'It's dangerous…no, there's something…someone, I don't know, this is a scary place.'

There were a few cracks here and there on the building. But amidst the strong waves of aura that washed over it from all over G.o.d's Eye, it stood resilient.

To put it into perspective, if a divine ranker stood in the waves of chaotic aura and the storm of s.p.a.ce-time flowing all over G.o.d's Eye, they would not survive more than a century.

This structure stood for far, far longer.

"Well, well, well, are you the chickens from the gang?"

The s.p.a.ce nearby rippled and a gang of five walked out.

Three men and two women, all surprisingly humanoid, a.s.sesed them with a gaze that's typically reserved for zoo animals.

The leader of the gang, a man with cube shaped head, took a step forward, s.p.a.ce rippling under his feet as he did so.

"I somehow think you five are more suited to clean my palace than accompany me in this sacred journey."

"Sloan, you need to raise the bar for your employees. Can't take in every cat and dog!" A palm sized woman whose voice was surprisingly loud for her size commented.

"I can fix them for you before they join." A lady with a diamond-like skin added almost immediately.

The compet.i.tion between the two was obvious even to the members of the alliance.

"Sloan, should we take care of them here? They don't need to come in."

"To think they'll stand as our equals inside, it disgusts me."

The words of the two men that followed were practically a call for battle. But what's interesting was that they too sought the opinion of Sloan.

'The leader of the gang? Then he must be much, much stronger than the rest to let them bend their pride.'

Varian's head tingled as his perception sneaking up to Sloan was sliced into pieces and blasted back.

"Sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d. That's all you guys can do." Sloan gave him a disdainful glance before turning to the grand temple. "No need to break the tradition and spill blood outside. Anything that can happen will happen inside. Let's go."

The five supreme geniuses of the empire disappeared with a blurr, the surrounding s.p.a.ce rippling violently in the wake of their movement.

Varian looked at his team.

Unlike them, they had no thoughts of putting down egos, strategizing and working as a team. But they're not dumb people. Once they saw the enemy, they recognized their own weakness.

And that's why they stayed, hoping to see if some member could bend their head and start a team discussion.

…Unfortunately, no one seemed willing.

Desmon, the tri-clone giant, looked p.i.s.sed off at the remarks but showed no more reaction than that.

Mencius looked into a thick leather book, leafing the pages with a frenzied expression, completely uninterested in the outside world.

Lilith, the candidate Varian expected to take the lead, was onto something entirely else.

She approached Immortal with a coy gaze with hands behind her back and a large blush on her cheeks. Her dress was slightly pulled down, exposing more of her

cleavage than it already did and a sensual charm was radiating from the woman.

'A charm originating from the racial talent relating to soul. And it doesn't see to be the only talent. Vampires are a tough race, eh.'

When the woman's b.r.e.a.s.t.s nearly touched his arm, Immortal took a step back and looked at her in disgust.

"Oh?" Lilith wasn't disgusted though. "Are you gay? Then I can be a man as well."

Her volouptous figure transformed into a s.h.i.+rtless hunk.

Immortal took a few more steps back.

"What now?" Lilith's pitiful expression and big moist red eyes would've hooked the souls of brilliant princes.

But they did not move Immortal. Not in the slightest.

"What do you want?"

Immortal pointed to his chest and then to his crotch area, then shook his head.

"W-Wait, what?" Lilith blinked in dumbfoundment. "Y-You don't have anything?"

Immortal nodded with a plain expression and crossed his arms, as if it was a trivial issue.

Varian was also dumbfounded. But in retrospect, it made some sense. This man, well, a man for the sake of convienience, was born at the perfect balance of life and death.

He's neither a living nor an undead. Then it perhaps was also justifiable that he had no parts.

It's debatable if he could have any lineage even if he reached the divine ranks.

After all, the creation of a being at the perfect balance of life and death only happened because of the slivers.

"Do you want me to arrange a platform for you to strip dance for the Jai b.a.s.t.a.r.ds when they return victorious? Huh?" Desmond suddenly yelled.

When the members looked at him in anger, he waved his hand. "Then what are you waiting here for? Get the f.u.c.k in!"

He disappeared with a loud bang and the rest followed.