Chapter 80

Chapter 80: Qin Xian’s True Identity

The remaining human warriors looked at Qin Xian with expressions of awe and disbelief. Qin Xian had not only killed a god but was now demanding the other gods to submit to him. Such overwhelming dominance was unimaginable.

Chu Junzhang’s eyes sparkled with admiration, a complex emotion stirring within her heart.

Meanwhile, Qin Li gazed at her brother with admiration and awe. This was her brother—someone stronger and nobler than the gods themselves.

“Impudent!”

“Foolish mortal! You do not understand the wrath of the gods!”

The gods were furious. Qin Xian dared to demand their loyalty? They were gods, after all! The Forest God Mandus let out a roar, summoning a surge of flowers and massive trees that quickly filled the hall, transforming it into a lush forest.

Mandus’s power extended from all directions, his trees moving like arms, reaching to entangle Qin Xian.

The divine aura emanating from Mandus’s power was intimidating, imposing a suppression that was typically overwhelming for mortals. The divine intimidation of gods was one of their greatest advantages, striking fear deep within the hearts of humans and making it nearly impossible for mortals to retaliate.

But Qin Xian, an SSS-level Oracle Knight with a semi-divine physique, was immune to the intimidation of gods.

With six wings unfurled, clad in holy armor and wielding a radiant sword, Qin Xian hovered midair, appearing even more divine than the gods themselves.

Radiating an unstoppable aura, he raised his holy sword, igniting the entire forest in flames, reducing the vast greenery to ash. The holy fire followed the path of the forest, converging upon Mandus.

Fear crept across Mandus’s face; he had never anticipated that his divine intimidation would have no effect on Qin Xian. In the blink of an eye, the flames engulfed him, and he was consumed by holy fire.

Within a few minutes, two gods had fallen to Qin Xian’s blade. The remaining gods were now fully aware of the kind of visitor they had welcomed to the Hall of the Gods.

Qin Xian was unlike any human they had ever encountered. In the dream trial, he had shown his true nature—cold, ruthless, unyielding to defiance. Back then, the gods had merely despised Qin Xian’s character, not thinking much of his strength. After all, power in dreams didn’t translate to reality.

But now, as they watched Qin Xian dispatch gods with terrifying ease, the gods realized he was a nightmare incarnate.

The other human warriors retreated, their faces etched with shock. The battle between Qin Xian and the gods was beyond them, and anyone who got too close would be obliterated in the crossfire.

Qin Xian looked at the terrified gods, a mocking glint in his eye. Gods were not so remarkable after all. Gods could bleed, could suffer, and could die—so long as one had power greater than theirs. Only power was eternal.

To Qin Xian, the gods were nothing more than prey.

Marika looked at him, a wave of regret washing over her. Perhaps she had been wrong. Even if Qin Xian was not the Child of Prophecy, had she simply granted him the perfect blessing, perhaps things would not have escalated to this point.

One by one, the gods fell to Qin Xian’s sword, their divine power and fragments of their shattered divinities absorbed by him.

Marika finally understood the meaning behind Qin Xian’s earlier words: he had not come to request blessings but to take them. Since the gods refused him, he would simply take them by force.

“Stop this!” Ye Xuan cried out, charging at Qin Xian.

To him, the gods were his allies; they had saved him and acknowledged him. Yet, despite his determination, he was unable to transform into his dragon form, his skill still in cooldown.

Marika, however, held him back.

“Mirror Wall!” Marika’s hair flared like flames, and her eyes glowed with terrifying divine light. Instantly, the space around Qin Xian fragmented into countless mirrors, each one reflecting an image of him, trapping him within hundreds of isolated spaces.

She then placed her fingers on Ye Xuan’s forehead, invoking the world’s essence, which appeared behind her. Divine energy surged through him, and Ye Xuan trembled, feeling an inexplicable power fill him.

【Blessing of Transcendence】: Enhances all skills, allowing unique classes to evolve once more.

This was the 【Blessing of Transcendence】 that Ye Xuan had longed for, the blessing that would elevate his SS-level Dragon Apostle to the SSS-level Dragon God.

“Your class hasn’t fully transformed yet. I will send you to the Empire’s treasury, where you can gain strength and inherit everything the Empire has,” Marika declared, channeling divine power to send Ye Xuan into another realm, away from the Hall of the Gods.

As the mirror world around Qin Xian shattered with a deafening crash, he emerged, hovering above the ruined Hall of the Gods, his gaze cold as he looked down at Marika.

Marika surveyed the destruction, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Qin Xian, her gaze as sharp as a blade.

“I admit your strength, human. You have surpassed me. But you’ve forgotten one thing!” Her voice rang out with righteous anger.

“This is a world crafted by me, despite being an instance created by Divine Revelation. And in this world, all must obey the rules of this world! Before the world’s origin, every being must submit to its laws!”

Marika’s hands cradled the world’s essence, and its radiant light enveloped her and Qin Xian. The next moment, they were transported to a new realm, a celestial space where the shining planet of the Saint Nurmen Empire lay beneath their feet.

Holding the world’s essence high, Marika commanded coldly, “Kneel before the essence of this world, mortal!”

An overwhelming force of supreme law surged toward Qin Xian, bearing down upon him. But to Marika’s shock, Qin Xian remained standing, unaffected by the pressure of the world’s essence.

“How… how is this possible?” Marika gasped, her face twisted in disbelief.

Then, as if struck by a revelation, her expression contorted in horror. “You… you aren’t a mere human, are you? You possess the bloodline of the Void!”

Qin Xian’s lips curled into an eerie smile. “It seems I owe you a proper introduction.”

His pupils shifted to an unnatural shade of violet as he performed an exaggerated bow, mockingly addressing the Eternal Queen.

“Qin Xian, son of the Queen of Abyss, Sovereign of the First Void Court, at your service… Oh, weak little god.”