Chapter 859: Let's See What These Guys Are Doing!?

A crowd still hovered inside the shop, spectating.

"Raid successful!" The notification popped up on everyone's gaming interface simultaneously.

A pair of eyes fixed sharply on the screen: "What kind of drops does this dungeon give!?"

"Let's see what gear dropped!"

At that moment, a massive, translucent virtual control panel materialized before everyone's eyes on their screens, displaying a total of four glittering golden cards. Nalan Mingxue hastily clicked on one, and the card flipped over: Abyss Party Invitation * 140

After these four cards vanished, a total of twenty golden cards immediately appeared right after.

They were flipped over one by one.

"Soul Fragment of Anton? What is this?"

"This is a material used for crafting new weapons," Nalan Mingxue explained as she opened the adjacent shop interface.

Meanwhile, over at the Yuanyang City shop, at the seats of several people from the Western Polar Region, Gabriel, Thea, Luo Piaoling, and the others were also watching the screen in immense tension.

With a monster like that, it had to drop at least one Epic weapon, right!?

Those golden cards slowly flipped open.

Suddenly, Gabriel noticed that an extra item had appeared in his inventory...

Suddenly, a fierce burst of exclamations erupted: "Savior's Glory - Zanbato!?"

Engraved upon it was a line of small characters:

All things exist in conservation, source power shatters and order is lost

Think not the enemy diminishes as you wax, the universe inverts and the heavens collapse

—Commemorating the Death of Anton

"All skill attack +35%!?"

"Upon activation, it can release the demon energy of the 'Seventh Apostle: Flame-Eater Anton'!?"

Gabriel rubbed his eyes in sheer disbelief.

Then his mouth fell wide open.

"Hahahahaha—! Ahhahahaha—!"

"Ugh—!"

"What's going on!? What's going on!?"

A figure was seen falling rigidly straight down from the chair.

By the internet cafe's entrance, the several divine swords drying on the bamboo pole shouted repeatedly, "This is bad! Someone just dropped dead here!"

The entire internet cafe fell into a bout of chaos: "Boss! Someone flipped a Savior's Zanbato and dropped dead!"

The faces of the nearby Western Polar Region people twitched: "..."

"How is he?" Thea looked toward Luo Piaoling, who was currently examining him.

"Blood rushing to the brain... Could it be caused by over-cultivating lately...?" Luo Piaoling's face also turned dark as he hurriedly shouted, "He didn't drop dead, he didn't drop dead! Don't talk nonsense!"

At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, if word got out that a warrior from his Western Polar Region dropped dead while playing a game, where would they hide their faces!?

He hastily kicked him in the buttocks: "Hurry up and get up already?!"

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In the... distant void beyond, atop the endless, continuous divine mountains.

This was where the highest existences of this world resided, the most sacred land.

It was a sight that those ignorant believers could never even imagine in their dreams.

Noble, ancient, elegant... even all words used for praise seemed applicable here.

"Quick! Work faster!" The bitterest ice and snow, the piercing cold wind, raged across the towering mountain peaks. Looking into the distance, at the end of the peak, a boundlessly magnificent divine statue that was not yet completed could be seen.

Busy figures, braving the cold wind, transported... giant stones larger than millstones toward the divine temple that had yet to be built.

Deep footprints were left behind one after another in the thick snow.

"Hiss—! It's truly cold!"

"Going on like this, when will it ever end..." A figure in the ice and snow panted heavily while exhaling thick white vapor, lowering his voice as he spoke.

It was a stubbly middle-aged man with somewhat messy hair, his physique not particularly robust, entirely different from those great existences. He wore a somewhat tattered, thick cotton coat, standing in absolute, polar contrast to that grand divine temple in the distance.

"This is simply... this is simply not the same!" The man exhaled white vapor toward his hands, which were frozen full of sores, and said, "This is completely different from what was said before! Why are we here doing these..."

"You know what I'm talking about."

"Speak less, oh, please forgive his ignorance." Another old man began to pray devoutly.

"If even a tiny bit of reward is bestowed upon us, that would be something we wouldn't dare imagine in a lifetime down below!" Another younger man also rebuked, "Not to mention the elemental energy here is so dense it's about to overflow. Although it's a bit different from what we imagined, it's already benevolent enough."

"These are solid benefits. Put in more effort, work harder at moving..." Cradling a giant stone several times larger than his entire self in his arms, he gazed at the distant divine temple and said longingly, "One day, we will also have a divine temple of our own."

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"Hehe..." From the distant divine temple, a lazy, light chuckle drifted out as two gazes noted this direction, "These fellows really are naive."

The speaker was a young man who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Please watch your words." The man beside him, resembling a golden sun, was dazzling and noble; they were the most exalted existences of this world.

Flawless in every single aspect.

With his hands behind his back, he walked coldly toward the interior of the divine temple: "Think about their history, compared to reduced to sacrifices for those evil gods..."

"Now, having the opportunity to serve a great life, this is an honor."

He turned around, following the wide corridor toward another direction.

The sky's light fell just right through the window of the ceiling. In the courtyard of the gods, various exotic beasts were kept; fire phoenixes spread their plumage, and three-headed golden lions frolicked on the grass.

The two figures spoke casually as they walked.

"Don't you think they look very much alike?"

"Hmm?"

"Eating the meat feed thrown in by those divine officials every day, unable to see the outside world, so they won't harbor any superfluous thoughts either."

"This is quite good, isn't it?"

"But down below... is not as peaceful as they are."

"It will become peaceful."

"Are you talking about... the Myriad Immortal Sea side?"

"More than that. It is said... down below, a trace of those fellows' aura seems to have appeared. You should know what that means."

"When that time comes, with what kind of faces will these weaklings come to seek protection? Thinking about it... it's truly ugly..."

"Then what about the Myriad Immortal Sea side...?"

"The armies of both gods and demons descending upon the mortal realm—does that not make it far more intriguing?" The figure let out a mocking sneer. "Things are still too peaceful now... Without a pain that cuts to the very bone, how will this pack of monkeys ever learn their lesson?"

"If they knew they were in such dire peril, I suspect every single one of them would be so terrified they could not sleep a wink at night," the young man said with a helpless laugh. "Let us see what they are up to right now."

With a flick of his fingertip, a highly peculiar expanse of dark space instantly manifested before them, followed immediately by an emerging image.

"Let us choose one near that shop."

The picture zoomed in.

Upon the grand avenue just outside the gates of Yuanyang City.

A massive banner could be seen stretched across the midair.

A crowd from the Western Polar Region, who had even dragged in a few others like Jessica from the Western Continent to make up the numbers.

Gabriel stood all by himself right in the center.

Beside him, firecrackers and ceremonial fireworks erupted in unison.

"Congratulations to Young Master Gabriel on successfully acquiring the Ancient Dust Greatsword!"

"Hahahahaha—!"

The two gods within the divine hall looked at each other, utterly speechless...

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