Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

At this moment, Horace and his group had already reached the outskirts of the Netherworld Mountains. Once they calmed down, tens of thousands of people realized their backs were soaked with sweat.

"Horace, what should we do now?"

Tans hesitated for a moment, then looked at Horace and asked. Horace's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise before he revealed a mocking expression.

"Well, well, since when does the glorious Lord of the Light Temple, Tans, seek my advice?"

Upon hearing Horace's taunt, Tans had no mood to argue. What had just happened was still haunting him.

"Hmph! Horace, Lal is dead, and the Dark Temple is as good as destroyed. Once the outside world learns of this, the entire Divine Realm will be shaken. Do you think the Divine Lord will let us off?" Tans snorted coldly.

Seeing Tans get serious, Horace's smile faded as well. Though inwardly, he thought, You only survived because of me.

"What can we do? Naturally, we must inform the Divine Lord and let him decide. That human's power is too overwhelming. Even if we wanted to capture him, it would be suicide." Horace said helplessly.

Tans fell silent. Although informing the Divine Lord would certainly result in punishment for them both, Horace was right. If they returned without consulting the Divine Lord, they would be heading to their deaths.

"Let's go back and report to the Divine Lord. If even the Divine Lord can't handle this, then the Divine Realm might be about to change." Horace stared at the sky as he spoke.

Hearing this, Tans's face couldn't help but change.

"Right…" Horace shook his head and said no more. Years ago, the Divine Lord had unified the Divine Realm through unscrupulous means. Now, if someone even more powerful than the Divine Lord appeared, the Divine Lord would certainly not let that person go. Regardless of who won or lost, the Divine Realm would suffer greatly.

With that, Horace and Tans led their people away, instructing them not to speak of today's events to anyone.

Meanwhile, Sylvus and Macon's group returned to the Demon Fortress, where they found all of the fortress's death guards kneeling on the ground with reverence, glowing runes shining from their bodies.

"Lord Sylvus, the Demon Lord is about to be reborn. From now on, the fate of our Demon Clan rests in your hands."

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Upon entering the main hall, the voice of the demon spirit echoed. The black egg on the throne had begun to show cracks, releasing a powerful aura.

"I don't care about the fate of your Demon Clan. This is just a transaction." Sylvus frowned. If it weren't for the World Fragment, he wouldn't have bothered with the Demon Clan's survival.

The demon spirit said nothing but understood clearly. The moment Sylvus stepped in to help the Demon Clan, he had already aligned himself with them.

"Boom…"

Before long, the black egg burst forth with even greater energy. The restrictions on the egg shattered, and a massive black sphere of light slowly emerged from within.

"The Demon Lord has finally been reborn! Our Demon Clan has hope once again!" The demon spirit's voice was filled with excitement.

The next moment, a strong suction force erupted from the black light sphere, absorbing the demon spirit directly into it.

Simultaneously, the runes on the bodies of the death guards in the fortress exploded, and Sylvus watched as they disintegrated into streaks of light that quickly flowed into the black sphere.

As the death guards vanished, Sylvus noticed that they seemed to come back to life, their faces showing expressions of relief and gratitude.

With more and more light flowing into the black sphere, its aura grew stronger and stronger. At first, it was at the Deity Celestial level, but in the next moment, it rose to the True Deity level. Then, it continued upward—Deity King, Deity Sovereign—until it finally reached the Deity Emperor realm, only then did the aura begin to slow down.

"Is this Demon Lord just another sphere of light?" Sylvus frowned as he watched the scene.

As soon as he thought this, the black sphere of light's aura surged again, breaking through the Deity Emperor barrier to an even more terrifying level.

At the same time, somewhere in the Divine Realm, a pair of icy cold eyes slowly opened, filled with surprise.

"How strange… Why is there the aura of such a powerful being in the Divine Realm?" But just as this thought formed, a message arrived, and the cold eyes flickered with a chilling intent.

Back in the Demon Fortress, the black sphere's aura was rapidly diminishing, falling from the Deity Emperor level down to Deity Sovereign, then to Deity King, and finally stabilizing at the Deity Celestial level.

In the next moment, under the gaze of Sylvus and the others, the black sphere began to change. In less than a minute, a chubby boy, around seven or eight years old, appeared before them.

"Is this the Demon Lord?" Sylvus narrowed his eyes at the boy standing on the throne.

So, the Demon Clan intended to place their fate in the hands of this little chubby kid?

The boy suddenly opened his eyes, completely black pupils that seemed capable of sucking people in. Even Sylvus felt a bit uneasy looking at him.

A few seconds later, the boy's aura vanished, and he seemed like an ordinary person. His black eyes gradually faded until they looked just like any human's.

"My name is Deced, born from the act of god-slaying."

The boy spoke then, his voice filled with a coldness that sent shivers through the room.

Sylvus, however, felt exasperated. This kid may have some presence, but with that naked appearance, it was hard to take him seriously.

"Deced, is it? Do you know who I am?" Sylvus asked as he looked at the boy.

Deced looked at Sylvus and then nodded.

"I inherited all of the demon spirit's memories. You are the benefactor of the Demon Clan."

"Benefactor or not, it doesn't matter. What's important is that you give me the World Fragment inside you," Sylvus said dismissively. All he cared about was obtaining the fragment, after which he had no interest in the Demon Clan's fate. The Demon Lord was out, and although he was still a little kid, that was none of Sylvus's concern.

"Let's leave this place first. I can sense a foul, powerful presence approaching us quickly."

"Boom…" As Deced finished speaking, the entire Demon Fortress began to shake. Before Sylvus could react, the fortress transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the void.

"…"

Three seconds after the fortress vanished, a phantom figure appeared, its face obscured.

"They escaped quickly," the phantom murmured, its voice dripping with cold intent. A few seconds later, the figure also disappeared.

Back in the Demon Fortress, Sylvus looked at Deced and asked, "Was that the Divine Lord?" Though they had fled early, he could still sense the overwhelming power.