Chapter 3139: Then I Really Thank You! At This Moment, Wang Teng...

"Fifty years means nothing to us."

"But what about Wang Teng?"

At that moment, a voice suddenly rang out in the main control hall, breaking the silence around them.

All turned their heads and saw that the speaker was none other than the Candle Demon Venerable.

Wang Teng felt a flicker of surprise, yet not entirely so.

Though the Candle Demon Venerable was somewhat reckless, he had a good heart and knew how to repay kindness—truly admirable.

Yet he hadn't expected the venerated one to speak up first in such a situation.

After all, under the overwhelming pressure of so many True God-level beings, even an Immortal-level venerable held little weight.

Moreover, the current leader of the Candle Dragon Clan should be the Candle Dragon True God.

For the Candle Demon Venerable to speak now—where did that leave him?

It might even ruin the Candle Dragon Clan’s plans.

Of course, to say he wasn’t moved would be a lie.

In his heart, Wang Teng gained newfound respect for this Candle Demon Venerable.

He had saved the man, and the man had repaid the favor.

To dare speak up for him in such a setting proved he hadn’t made a mistake in saving him.

The other Immortal-level beings exchanged glances but didn’t rush to speak.

They were equally surprised, yet they wouldn’t act as recklessly as the Candle Demon Venerable.

Because they understood clearly: in such circumstances, speaking too hastily served no purpose.

Only words spoken at the critical moment could possibly make a difference.

Yes, just a little difference!

They were merely Immortal-level existences—what more could they expect?

Out there, they wielded power enough to shift clouds and turn skies.

But here? They were insignificant.

"Hey, come on, say something already..."

The Candle Demon Venerable grew impatient at the continued silence and spoke again.

The Candle Dragon True God pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling utterly helpless.

This idiot!

How come the Candle Dragon Clan keeps producing such fools?

"Be calm," said the Scorching Light True God, casting a glance at the Candle Demon Venerable.

The Candle Demon Venerable opened his mouth, but the rest of his words seemed to catch in his throat.

"Fifty years is the standard time limit for Immortal-level and above."

The Scorching Light True God glanced at the Candle Demon Venerable again, inwardly amused and exasperated.

Fearing he’d say something even more astonishing, he quickly explained:

"For warriors below the Immortal level..."

Here, he looked at Wang Teng.

Actually, only Wang Teng was below the Immortal level among them.

Strange indeed.

For the sake of one person, these True Gods had to deliberate separately—no one else would do that.

With a sigh, the Scorching Light True God continued:

"We will also adjust the lockdown period according to their own strength and the degree of corruption by dark energy."

Only then did the Candle Demon Venerable finally exhale.

"I told you! How could you True Gods be so careless?"

Everyone: ...

Was this guy mocking the True Gods?

And right in front of them?

So bold?

"..."

Wang Teng couldn’t help but smile wryly inside.

Had this Candle Demon Venerable gone too far?

Though he was grateful, wouldn’t this put him in danger?

Still, the Scorching Light True God’s words eased his mind somewhat.

Of course—he had contributed after all. These True Gods wouldn’t ignore his case.

The Candle Dragon True God shot the Candle Demon Venerable a sharp glare before he reluctantly shut his mouth.

The Scorching Light True God shook his head silently, preparing to continue—but was suddenly interrupted.

"Scorching Light, regarding warriors below the Immortal level, I actually have a proposal."

The voice of the Radiant Wind True God came slowly, laced with subtle ambiguity.

"Here it comes."

Wang Teng didn’t look at the Radiant Wind True God, only smiled faintly in his heart.

He’d already guessed it—nothing surprising.

Just like soldiers meeting soldiers, water meeting earth—it was all about adapting.

Truthfully, even if he were locked within that light sanctuary for fifty years, he wouldn’t stand still.

Besides, he’d never pinned his hopes on these True Gods in the first place—he relied solely on himself.

Now that he knew he’d be confined within a light sanctuary, a vague escape plan had already formed in his mind.

Sanctuaries weren’t impenetrable iron barrels.

There were always gaps he could slip through.

Even the 【Phantom Lethargy Nightmare Domain】 laid by the 【Nightmare Devouring Body】—he’d found its flaws.

This light sanctuary? Why not give it a try?

Honestly.

The difficulty of escaping from the light sanctuary might not even surpass that of escaping from the 【Phantom Lethargy Nightmare Domain】.

After all, no matter what, the 【Phantom Lethargy Nightmare Domain】 contained multiple forces, making the situation extremely complex.

Whereas the light sanctuary, as he understood it, probably only contained primary forces like light energy and spatial energy.

Other forces were merely secondary, trivial in comparison.

Unlike that [Phantom Lethargy Abyss], where each force seemed to be a crucial element.

Back then, Wang Teng had painstakingly analyzed every single one of those forces in order to crack the method.

Fortunately, he had already gained insights into those powers beforehand; otherwise, success might have been uncertain.

All eyes turned toward Yaofeng True God, their expressions varying.

Some were astonished.

Others appeared to have expected it all along, wearing looks of premeditated understanding.

A few glanced around nervously, their minds lost in thought.

And some even wore sneers—clearly directed at Wang Teng.

Wang Teng pretended not to notice.

He focused instead on the True Gods, but unfortunately, their gazes remained utterly still, revealing nothing.

On the other side, Chihuang True God glanced at Yaofeng True God, his brow furrowing slightly. He uttered a single word, calm and cold: "Speak."

Yaofeng True God cast a fleeting glance at Wang Teng, then spoke with quiet composure:

"Among all present, only Wang Teng is below the Immortal level."

"Therefore, this can be considered 'special person for special task'."

Everyone’s eyes widened, staring at Yaofeng True God in shock.

His words had torn open the final veil of silence.

Could anyone fail to see that he was referring to Wang Teng?

They simply hadn’t said it aloud.

They refrained because the topic was too sensitive.

After all, Wang Teng was undeniably the great hero of this war—no one could deny that.

Thus, everyone felt he deserved respect.

To name him directly would carry an air of treating him as a mere pawn, a minor figure.

Yaofeng True God's words now carried a clear tone of humiliation.

Some already turned their glances toward Wang Teng, eager to see his reaction.

But Wang Teng disappointed them all.

His face remained unchanged, still lost in distant thoughts, as if none of this concerned him.

"...”

Silence fell over the gathering.

Damn!

This guy was truly unshakable.

Didn’t he feel anger?

Didn’t he feel fear?

No one knew.

Only a few whispered among themselves, suspecting that Wang Teng was merely skilled at pretending—not truly indifferent.

Many knew well enough: Wang Teng was a master of performance.

"What do you want to say?" asked Zhulong True God, fixing Yaofeng with a piercing stare.

"You’re quite protective of him," Yaofeng replied with a smile, "but I mean no harm this time—I’m actually doing him a favor."

Zhulong scoffed. As if that old silver coin would ever act out of kindness.

He didn’t believe a word.

Neither did the others. They waited, curious to see what scheme Yaofeng had in mind.

"Then I really must thank you!"

Suddenly, Wang Teng spoke, his voice sincere, full of gratitude.

Everyone: “???”

What in the world?

Was he actually thanking him?

Had he lost his mind?

Yaofeng knew Wang Teng too well. Hearing those words, he felt choked, his eyelid twitching involuntarily.

He suddenly recalled: never argue with Wang Teng—there’d be no gain.

So he decided to ignore him completely, pretending not to hear.

Then he addressed the crowd:

"This youth may be only Domain Lord level, but his performance on the battlefield was witnessed by all. Not only did he fight against Upper Dark Lords alone, but he also helped us defeat those [Calamity Nightmare Corpses]."

Wang Teng felt a strange sensation.

Was Yaofeng True God… actually acknowledging his achievements?

What the hell?

What was he trying to do?

Was this a backhanded compliment? A setup?

"Wait a moment!"

Wang Teng suddenly realized something, a spark flashing in his eyes.

At that instant, Yaofeng continued:

"These accomplishments are undeniable—but precisely because of them, we must take greater caution.

Such a prodigy, if fully corrupted by dark power, would be a tremendous loss to our Light Universe.

Even we True Gods struggle to resist the dark energy of those dark masters, let alone the calamitous power of the [Calamity Nightmare Corpses]. How could Wang Teng, a Domain Lord-level warrior, possibly endure such a burden?"

"So, I propose—"

"—to temporarily seal Wang Teng for... one hundred years!"

The words hung in the air.

Silence followed, so profound that a needle dropping would echo.

Everyone fell silent.

Now they finally understood Yaofeng True God’s true intent.

But…

One hundred years!?

That was too cruel.

Was his mouth frozen at absolute zero?

How could he utter words so devoid of warmth?

A full century!

They hadn’t even dared to imagine such a thing.

Even if you want to trap someone, you can’t go this far—this utterly ruthless.

It was too brazen!

The powerful beings present now branded the True God Yao Feng with one label—vindictive to the bone!

Everyone knew well the feud between Wang Teng and the True God Yao Feng.

They had all witnessed the battlefield scene back then.

Though Wang Teng had been somewhat reckless,

the root of the conflict undeniably lay with Yao Feng himself.

Now that Yao Feng had suffered a humiliating defeat at Wang Teng’s hands and sought to regain face,

he resorted only to such despicable means.

One couldn’t help but say: this was truly the behavior of a petty man!

Of course, it was also because Yao Feng had struck too hard this time, making everyone feel uneasy.

Even some immortal-level beings brought by Yao Feng felt he had gone too far.

This was clearly aimed at destroying Wang Teng.

Others, however, sneered inwardly, their eyes flashing with a hint of satisfaction.

That was exactly how Yin Lei Zunzhe felt.

He held no fondness for Wang Teng in his heart; during the great battle, he had received no favor from him,

and instead believed Wang Teng had blocked his path.

Now seeing Yao Feng scheme against Wang Teng, he felt nothing but joy and exhilaration.

Wang Teng’s lips twitched, staring at Yao Feng as though viewing a fool.

He actually had the nerve to speak.

This True God existence truly never ceased wanting his downfall.

Tenacious!

Too tenacious!

Wang Teng couldn’t help but raise his thumb toward him—no, he’d already acted on it.

“……”

Yao Feng stared at the scene, momentarily stunned, his expression stiffening abruptly.

What did Wang Teng mean?

Raising his thumb at him?

Was this some bizarre move?

Didn’t he fear anything at all?

Damn it!

Yao Feng felt his mind beginning to fail him.

He had confidently thrown out that question, certain Wang Teng would have no escape.

Of course, the hundred-year blockade was merely a bargaining ceiling—

in truth, he didn’t believe other True Gods would so easily agree.

But as long as it exceeded fifty years, he’d already considered Wang Teng thoroughly trapped.

No matter how one looked at it, he had won this round decisively.

Yet…

Wang Teng seemed not to respond at all. His reaction was baffling beyond comprehension.

He’d imagined countless possibilities, but never this one.

Why did he feel such an unpleasant irritation? Damn it!

Yao Feng grew increasingly frantic, his gaze darkening as he fixed upon Wang Teng,

as if wishing to slice open his skull and see what made him tick.

“……”

The others fell into silence.

They glanced at Wang Teng, then at Yao Feng.

Somehow, they found the scene oddly amusing.

So confusing!

Wang Teng’s actions left them bewildered, yet they had to admit—

this tactic seemed genuinely effective.

Hadn’t Yao Feng been completely dumbfounded?

Chihuang True God and Zhu Long True God, who had initially worried about Wang Teng,

now were entirely reassured.

“Hahaha…”

Zhu Long True God couldn’t help bursting into laughter, giving Yao Feng absolutely no respect.

As a result, Yao Feng’s expression turned even more sour, as if someone had forced a mouthful of filth down his throat.

His icy gaze swept over Zhu Long True God, who met it without flinching, retorting with mockery.

Their glances collided in the void, sparks nearly igniting.

At that moment, the ten silhouettes of True God-level beings also lowered their gazes,

their eyes all fixed upon Wang Teng.

In this instant, Wang Teng once again became the center of attention.

They clearly hadn’t expected Wang Teng to act thus—

a sense of “no strategy defeating strategy” emerged,

completely dismantling Yao Feng’s calculation.

Whether the plan succeeded or not remained uncertain,

but spiritually, Yao Feng had already lost.

All these True God-level beings regarded Wang Teng with ambiguous expressions,

each eye flickering with a trace of inquiry.

Though they had previously gathered much intelligence on Wang Teng,

to claim they weren’t awestruck would be false—

such a prodigy, even among True Gods like themselves, had never been seen before.

Yet now, they sensed their prior understanding of Wang Teng had been shallow.

This youth truly was fascinating!

It made them all eager to meet Wang Teng personally.

(End of chapter)