Chapter 1172, The Godslayer

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

The Spear of Fate was a High-Grade Imperial Artifact, and an extremely famous one at that.

 

There were even rumors that on its complete recovery, this spear could rival Primordial Imperial Artifacts.

 

After all, it was connected to fate, and what could be more terrifying than that?

 

Even someone as strong as Eternals could not escape from fate.

 

So one could only imagine how terrifying the God Clan’s ultimate inheritance, the Spear of Fate, also known as Longinus, truly was.

 

But unfortunately, this very pillar of Gods’ supremacy had long been lost.

 

And the reason for it went missing? It was also lost because during the twilight of the Era of Gods, the strongest of the Gods, the King of Gods, sensed the coming catastrophe of the Gods.

 

To prevent the oncoming catastrophe, the King of Gods hurled the Spear of Longinus. The spear cut through the sky, like a meteor, illuminating the entire world, and stabbed into the River of Destiny itself.

 

He threw it toward the fate that the Gods longed for.

 

Because of this sacrifice, Gods who wielded the Authority of Fate, gained the ability to intervene in destiny itself.

 

And with that power, they got their hands on Heaven’s secret, which allowed them to retreat and avert their extinction.

 

However, such defiance of fate came at a terrible cost.

 

The God Clan’s greatest legacy—the Spear of Longinus—had vanished into the River of Destiny.

 

For three entire eras, it was lost.

 

Only those Gods who held the Authority of Fate could occasionally summon a faint projection of it from the River of Destiny.

 

Such was the price: The ultimate legacy, sacrificed for a thread of survival.

 

However, now, it seemed that it had returned.

 

“The Spear of Longinus…” Murmuring softly, the Dream Dragon’s eyes glimmered with strange anticipation.

 

[If the God Clan’s Imperial Artifact has truly escaped the River of Destiny, then this era is about to grow… very interesting. At the very least, the Gods would no longer remain as quiet as they had for the past several eras.]

 

In fact, despite the fact that the Gods had kept a low profile in the previous eras, no race dared to underestimate them.

 

Simply because they stood firmly at the pinnacle of the Ten Strongest Races.

 

In fact, no race had been able to shake their position for over a dozen eras.

 

The Gods were the incarnations of Principle, Immortal and Indestructible.

 

Even a Tier-6 Overlord would struggle to truly destroy a Tier-5 God.

 

The most effective method against them had always been sealing, or using time to cut off their source of power, which was faith, and they would get erased over time.

 

Of course, that was in the past, for all things in creation had their nemesis.

 

So, the Gods, for all their might, eventually met their nemesis.

 

An extremely terrifying race emerged, who could kill the Gods, the Godslayer Clan.

 

They existed solely to hunt Gods. They hunted the Gods and stole their power.

 

In fact, the Gods’ catastrophe stemmed from this race, and it was due to the birth of a single peerless genius within that race.

 

That genius hunted thousands upon thousands of Gods, and actually stepped into the Quasi-Eternal Realm.

 

In order to attain Eternity, he invaded the Realm of Gods nine times, each time dying their sacred lands in the blood of Gods.

 

He nearly eradicated half their race.

 

He became known as the Godslayer, the one who had turned his back on the God, the one who was born to bring ruin to the Gods.

 

With such a natural enemy in existence, even the Gods were forced to keep a low-profile.

 

At least, in public.

 

However, behind the scenes, they were constantly hunting the remnants of the Godslayer Clan, in order to prevent history from repeating itself.

 

They could not allow another Godslayer to rise.

 

After all, for the Gods, that catastrophe was a nightmare that had never truly ended.

 

As all these thoughts flashed in Dream Dragon’s mind, her lips curled upward into a smirk.

 

Then, she turned to a nearby Dragon and gave a simple command, “From now on, divert more of our Clan’s resources to Drakmor.”

 

Drakmor was a rising star within the Dragon Clan, born from the Black Dragon Lineage.

 

However, what set Drakmor different from the other Dragons was that deep within his Soul, he carried the Power of the Godslayer.

 

[If he is nurtured properly…] The Dream Dragon’s eyes narrowed as a playful look appeared on her face. [If Drakmor… ever steps into the Realm of Hegemony, then perhaps even the Gods will show… fear. After all, the Gods fear toward the Godslayer Clan is definitely no myth.]

 

…

 

At this moment, not only the Dream Dragon, but even the Heaven-Connecting Jianmu, rooted deep in the heart of the Central Sector, seemed to be astir, and slowly opened her eyes.

 

“That Imperial Artifact is actually back? Well, judging by the flow of time…I suppose…it is about time…” Soft murmurs echoed amidst its countless leaves.

 

She could not help but sigh in helplessness.

 

[They couldn’t have appeared at the worst possible moment. All the major races have begun making moves lately. If nothing big happens, within two or three decades, their strongest will begin to converge on the Central Sector. And adding to the chaos, the Gods have also appeared…]

 

Jianmu could not help but smile bitterly.

 

She knew that her chances of survival had grown even slimmer.

 

Now, all she could hope for was that the last card she had hidden would be enough.

 

…

 

At the same time, far across the sea of stars, Yu Zi Yu, who was journeying through the dark and dreary expanse, came to a sudden halt.

 

“This aura…” A voice, filled with surprise, slipped from his lips.

 

Lifting his gaze, Yu Zi Yu looked northward, toward the Northern Sector.

 

Up until now, the Northern Sector had not displayed any strong presence.

 

However, now, from that very sector, he could feel a presence that was vast, divine, and… eerily familiar.

 

“It’s the Gods…” Yu Zi Yu’s eyes flickered non-stop, as he muttered with certainty.

 

He was no stranger to the Gods. After all, Elysia had given birth to three Gods.

 

However, those scattered, wandering Gods were not enough to be called a race.

 

A real race numbered in tens of thousands, and more importantly, the possessed racial inheritances.

 

And now, what Yu Zi Yu faintly sensed was precisely that kind of presence.

 

However, just as the conclusion took root, a voice, laced with astonishment and a strange undertone, suddenly echoed in his mind, “This isn’t just the God Clan…”

 

“What?” Startled, Yu Zi Yu asked in a strange voice.

 

[Not just the God Clan? What does this mean?]

 

But before he could speculate any further, Anzuiel’s voice, solemn and wary, rang in his mind again, “I sense… an old acquaintance… It’s him… He’s returned.”

 

Anzuiel’s voice trembled, as memories from a forgotten era flushed in his mind.

 

The image of the crimson spear, shining with an eternal glow,

 

its power capable of piercing through time itself,

 

rending Heaven and Earth in its wake,

 

tearing apart all that dared stand before it…

 

Even the terrible memory of it piercing his peerless Master.

 

“The Spear of Fate, Longinus…”