The Era of Gods

“Boom!”

Class Teacher Qiao Liang fiercely punched the stonewall, helplessly watching his most promising student fall, unable to do anything about it—he was very upset.

But there was really no way around it, he would not have sat idly by if there was any way to save him.

Wan Ying’s fall dealt an unprecedented heavy blow to Lin Xiao and Yan Renjie’s spirits. Compared to Lin Xiao who felt somewhat fortunate, Yan Renjie felt even more anxious upon seeing his own Scales of Judgement of Fate slowly descending.

At the same time, within the entire Sanctuary, the most powerful Snake People Demigod Gras, finally began to accept the Judgement of the Scales of Fate. The scale indicating his position slightly moved, and started… to descend.

My goodness, all of them were descending, not a single one was rising; this was simply…

However, Lin Xiao was still very pleased. The descent of the Snake People Demigod’s Scales of Judgement of Fate meant that Half-God Gras’ end would be equally grim. This was good news.

Speaking of which, he felt quite indignant about the twists of fate. A mere ordinary mid-size plane with no civilized existence, no presence of True Gods, just happened to have an Ancient Treasure appear, and it was even a top-tier one. He had no idea where Gras had gotten it from.

Although it was severely damaged and estimated to be unusable after a few times, it was still a top-tier Ancient Treasure. Its power was so great that even the school’s vice principal couldn’t intervene.

This so-called Ancient Treasure, Lin Xiao had seen before in the Encyclopedia of Extra-dimensional Planes, but he had never encountered one in reality.

Because this thing was extremely rare, in the entire school, from the principal and the retired principal down to the ordinary teachers, with over a hundred teaching staff and a dozen True Gods, it seemed there were only two. One was said to be in the hands of the retired principal, and the other within the Divine Realm of a certain senior class teacher in the senior year.

The name and effect of the Ancient Treasure in the hands of the retired principal was unknown, but the one held by the senior class teacher of the senior year was no secret. Many people knew about it, and Lin Xiao had once been curious and seen it.

That senior class teacher’s Ancient Treasure was a rank 1 heirloom, named ‘Hammer of Giant’s Strength!’

The effect was impressive—even while integrated in the Divine Realm, it elevated the strength of all members of the Clan by one point.

One point of strength equated to the strength of an adult male. The individual increase was not substantial, but this boost applied to all members of the Clan within the Divine Realm.

One should know that this senior class teacher of the senior year was a True God with an immense Divine Realm, housing millions of Clan members. With every Clan member gaining one point of strength, the cumulative benefit was terrifying.

With this comprehensive enhancement, True Gods of the same rank would find it hard to be his adversary.

And this was just a lowest rank 1 Ancient Treasure. Above it were rank 2 Ancient Treasures, rank 3 top-tier Ancient Treasures, and even more powerful supreme Ancient Treasures, whose effects were simply…

Let me put it this way, Lin Xiao had read in the encyclopedia about the most powerful rank 4 Ancient Treasure in the hands of a great being, named ‘Pillar of Eternity,’ with three passive effects and one active effect, so potent that he still remembered its specific attributes.

Pillar of Eternity (Rank 4 Supreme Heirloom).

Passive Effect One: When placed within the Divine Realm, it increases the maximum lifespan of all Clan members by 1000 years.

Passive Effect Two: When placed within the Divine Realm, all Clan members automatically receive additional high-level regeneration.

Passive Effect Three: When placed within the Divine Realm, all Clan members gain one unrestricted resurrection opportunity during their lifetime.

Active Effect: Can be used once a year to grant one member of the Clan immortality.

Evaluation: This is an extraordinary ancient treasure imbued with the laws of life and eternity, conferring immortality upon its owner.

While this object doesn’t directly increase the Clan’s combat power, its effect is much better than directly boosting combat power for a deity.

Imagine, every member of the Clan gains an extra thousand years of life, which is enough to gradually train the Clan’s devotees to at least the level of devout believers; fanatics are entirely within reach. Then, once a year, one devoted believer of the Clan can be granted immortality.

Just think how long the lifespan of a deity with great divine power is. One day in the Main World is a year in the Divine Realm. Not to exaggerate, but if it’s ten thousand years in the Main World, that’s thirty-six million years in the Divine Realm, which means thirty-six million fanatics with infinite lifespans.

Tsk, tsk, millions of fanatics or devout believers, that’s an exaggerated amount of faith provided. The further along it goes, the more devout believers accumulate; it’s utterly ridiculous.

This Scales of Judgement of Fate would have been extremely powerful if it were undamaged at its peak, and fortunately, it’s damaged, otherwise they would all be dead.

Yan Renjie’s scales with Gras were slowly sinking, but the descent was very slow. After an undefined amount of time, when it reached a certain extent, it stopped descending. The scale was tilted, and the descending plate stopped short of reaching the bottom of the scales.

Just as Lin Xiao wondered what would happen next, the scales reacted. Yan Renjie, teetering on the tilted scales, suddenly looked to the heavens and let out a painful roar. Soon after, a dot of golden light slowly emerged from his forehead and left his body, with his aura visibly plummeting.

He didn’t die, but due to the descent of the scales, he was stripped of a portion of his divinity.

Meanwhile, above the Divine Palace, the Naga demigod Gras also looked skyward and let out a painful roar, followed by a dot of golden light flying from his forehead. It rapidly expanded into a sea of blood before evaporating and disappearing; Gras’s aura likewise plummeted.

He was in a worse state than Yan Renjie, who had merely been stripped of a portion of his divinity, whereas Gras had his Blood God’s Duty directly stripped away.

Poisoned, his strength from burning divinity greatly diminished, all his believers dead, and now stripped of a main godhood, the state of the Serpent God Gras had dropped to an extreme low, and even his godly duty as the god of the snake people was slowly fading away.

In the entire Divine Realm, Lin Xiao and his multitude of dependents were actually in the best condition.

With a single thought, his eager Clan, driven by him, excitedly rushed towards the Divine Palace. Without hindrance, they passed over the ruins of the Divine Palace and entered its interior, still radiating faint divine might, and reached the Naga demigod slumped on the god’s throne.

Upon realizing that Lin Xiao hadn’t arrived but rather some mortal races had, Gras felt deeply insulted and roared:

“You are insulting Gras. You will be punished!”

Struggling to stand, his large stature coupled with the remnants of his divine might made the Fishmen instinctively step back. But led by the Chief Supreme Naga, many Naga boldly advanced without retreating. From a distance, a short spear was thrown, striking and piercing Gras at the waist, with golden Divine Blood flowing from the wound, causing the surrounding Naga merpeople to reveal intense longing in their eyes.

Gras let out a muffled grunt, his thick serpentine tail lashing out fiercely, sweeping away the Nagas who tried to move forward to seize the Divine Blood:

“Damned mortals!”

No sooner had he spoken than hundreds of short spears were hurled down. Gras’s robust physique had weakened so much that he was unable to defend against the Naga’s short spears. His large body was covered with spears, but he was powerless to resist; he was too weak.

By this point, Lin Xiao was reassured. He waved his hand, signaling his Clan to step back. He feared that having his subordinates take action would waste Gras’s Divine Blood, which would be too extravagant..