Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

Over twenty thousand people rushed toward the portal, excitement clear in their eyes.

Once they left the divine realm, they could find a safe place to absorb the resources they had obtained and work on raising their levels.

But from a distance, Lancelot frowned as he watched.

For some reason, he felt that these people were rushing to their deaths.

"..."

Just as some reached the portal, a sudden surge of energy exploded.

A winged man's eyes filled with madness as he looked at the people around him.

He then unleashed his strength, attacking those nearby.

"What's happening? Is this guy crazy to attack at a time like this?"

"How stupid can he be? Does he think he can rob all of us?"

"He's just a mid-level Deity, acting so arrogantly! Let's get rid of him before he gets in our way!"

Seeing the sudden attack by the winged man, the crowd sneered.

They were about to move to eliminate him, but then they were stunned.

"..."

One after another, more energies burst out as more people, their faces filled with madness, began attacking those around them.

Even those who had been confused earlier lost their will and attacked those nearby.

"What's going on? Have all these guys gone mad? Why are they attacking now—don't they want to leave?"

"Something's not right. Look at their eyes—it's like there's no will left in them. What's happening?"

The people who had not gone into a frenzy looked bewildered, unsure of what was happening.

Standing at a distance, Lancelot took a deep breath—he knew that Sylvus had made his move.

And as he had expected, Sylvus's methods were powerful, capable of even affecting Celestial Deities.

"This place is no longer safe."

Lancelot murmured and transformed into a streak of light, flying toward the portal.

As for the others, he couldn't care less—nor did he have the power to do anything about them.

"Rumble..."

Meanwhile, those in front of the portal had already descended into a full-scale battle.

Even those who had not gone mad were forced to fight back, unleashing numerous skills, causing divine power to surge around them.

Some of the newly arrived warriors looked bewildered, unsure of what was happening, only to be caught in the battle immediately.

Sylvus, naturally, saw Lancelot leave but didn't bother to stop him.

He was currently in a state of void, moving through the battlefield, driving more people into madness.

Fortunately, there were no True Deity-level experts in this divine realm; otherwise, even if all these people died, it would be difficult for him to take the treasures.

"Not bad, this guy has two million divine crystals on him, and the divine ability I took from him looks quite powerful."

"This one had some good skills too—no wonder he managed to collect so many spiritual treasures. I'm really making a profit this time."

As he moved, Sylvus took the storage rings from the dead, smiling when he found something valuable.

By this time, Lancelot had already left the divine realm and arrived outside, finding many people waiting.

After all, many of the people inside were prodigies of various races, so naturally, others had come to meet them.

Seeing these people, Lancelot frowned.

If they knew that their race's prodigies were being slaughtered inside, what would they think?

"What's happening? It's been so long, and only one person has come out?"

"Could they still be fighting over something? That doesn't make sense—no matter what treasure it is, there should be more people coming out by now."

"You there, do you know what's happening inside the divine realm? Why haven't the others come out?"

Seeing Lancelot emerge, the elders of the various races began questioning him.

But Lancelot ignored them.

After all, even if he told them what was happening inside, there was nothing they could do.

"Commander Guba, I need you to take me back."

At this point, Lancelot approached a man in golden armor.

Hearing this, Guba frowned.

This person knew who he was, yet still dared to order him around?

"Kid, just because no one from your race came to pick you up doesn't mean you can order me around!"

Guba glared at Lancelot, his tone icy.

If he weren't curious about what was happening inside the divine realm, he would have slapped Lancelot dead already for such insolence.

"Commander Guba, I said take me back now!"

Lancelot frowned, and a token appeared in his hand.

Guba, who had been on the verge of losing his patience, froze when he saw the token.

"You... What's your relationship with Lord Horas?"

Guba swallowed nervously as he spoke.

As a commander of the Divine Temple, although he wasn't part of the Radiant Temple, he knew very well what this token represented.

This was Horas's personal token—something that ordinary people could never possess.

In other words, wherever this token appeared, it was as if Horas himself was present.

"He's my master."

Lancelot replied indifferently.

"..."

"My apologies, I didn't realize it was you. Please forgive me. I'll personally escort you back."

Upon hearing Lancelot's response, Guba knelt on one knee.

Even though Lancelot's cultivation was lower than his, Guba knew he could not afford to provoke him due to his status as Horas's disciple.

"No need, just take me back now."

Lancelot instructed.

Guba hesitated.

"My lord, the divine realm has not yet closed. If I leave now, I fear that..."

"If you don't take me back now, you're as good as dead. Only my master can save you from this."

Lancelot shook his head.

With so many prodigies dead inside, Guba, as the guardian of the divine realm, would definitely be held responsible.

To appease the various races, the Divine Temple would need to find someone to bear the blame, and Guba was the most likely candidate.

Hearing Lancelot's words, Guba's brow furrowed deeply.

"My lord, could you tell me why?"

He hadn't done anything, and yet Lancelot was saying he was doomed. He was full of doubts.

"No one inside is coming out."

Lancelot replied calmly.

"..."

Guba took a deep breath and immediately understood the gravity of the situation.

If no one else came out, he really was finished.

"Please, come with me. I will escort you back now."

Guba said, then turned to address those around him.

"Everyone, this is Lord Horas's disciple. I must escort him back to the Divine Temple."

Without any delay, Guba took Lancelot and quickly left.