The darkness before him gradually dissipated, and light flooded into his eyes. Jiang Baiyu opened his eyes wide, and the first thing he saw was Lin Zhao Ren’s face, close to him.

When the cold, soft thing left, Jiang Baiyu realized that his injuries had completely healed, and his spiritual power was stable. Lin Zhao Ren, whose figure had been blurry, re-materialized. His attention was entirely focused elsewhere, his eyes fixed on the center of the Ancient God Realm, where the chaotic battle was still ongoing.

It was indeed a case of borrowing a bit of spiritual power, and he had conveniently helped Jiang Baiyu heal his injuries.

After the sword light came a massive fireball; two consecutive missed attacks had come here, which was already a sign of terrible luck. Perhaps next would be a rebound, as he was no longer affected by stray bullets.

The divine punishment controlled by the remnants of the Ancient God had been battling for who knows how long, and the five-on-one chaotic battle had turned into a tug-of-war.

At first, the five had a common goal, but they were competitors after all, and gradually it turned into a free-for-all where everyone was an enemy except for themselves.

Perhaps because of this, the chaotic battle would come to an end sooner, and they wouldn’t have to wait too long.

When all six were exhausted, a bolt of divine lightning suddenly struck down from the calm dark clouds above. During their chaotic battle, the thunderclouds had been brewing this divine lightning silently, and finally seized the opportunity to strike, completely ending the chaos.

Suddenly attacked, the magnificent divine body, shimmering with colors, quickly developed cracks on its surface, spreading and shattering around, unable to maintain its form, and instantly turned into fragments.

It seemed as if unwilling and angry roars echoed in the air.

In the struggle for survival, they ultimately fell into the hands of the remnants of the Ancient God.

After all this, the power of divine punishment finally calmed down, but the dark clouds still shrouded the sky, showing no signs of dispersing.

It was hard not to feel anxious.

Lin Zhao Ren, who had been watching from the sidelines without moving an inch, casually put away the cauldron and stared at the thunderclouds for a while before saying to Jiang Baiyu, “Let’s go, we need to hurry.”

Seeing him ready to move forward, Jiang Baiyu cautiously asked, “Are we also going to get involved?”

Lin Zhao Ren replied calmly, “It’s no longer a matter of whether we want to get involved; we must take action. Do you see the thunderclouds above? I suspect that once the remnants of the Ancient God regain their strength, what awaits us will be overwhelming divine lightning, leading to our complete annihilation.”

“Rather than sitting here waiting to die, it’s better to do something meaningful while we have this gap. The outcome of inaction is death; don’t expect the remnants of the Ancient God to show mercy and let us leave. Eliminating all intruders and preventing any news from leaking out of the Ancient God Realm is the best choice for the remnants.”

“After three cleanups, there are very few cultivators left in the Ancient God Realm. To survive, they will show their true abilities.”

“We need to hurry; we can’t let others get ahead of us.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Zhao Ren transformed into a ball of spiritual light and flew rapidly toward the center of the Ancient God Realm.

Jiang Baiyu looked up at the still undispersed thunderclouds and admitted that Lin Zhao Ren was right. Those six super-strong cultivators had been too careless, underestimating the power of the remnants of the Ancient God. They thought that after the chaotic battle with the first strong cultivator, they would be exhausted and focused solely on seizing the Ancient God’s treasures, which led to the remnants of the Ancient God, who had been watching from the sidelines, capturing them all.

Don’t expect the Ancient God, this old schemer, to show mercy; the path to survival must be carved out by oneself.

Once the divine lightning was fully brewed, it would be the moment of death for everyone present.

Jiang Baiyu transformed into a cluster of stars, closely following Lin Zhao Ren’s pace.

What he saw along the way was scorched earth; the once lush forests had been reduced to stumps, proving that they had existed before.

As they passed through the desolate land, gradually approaching the center of the Ancient God Realm, other areas had been affected by the chaos. As they moved forward, a magnificent golden temple appeared in Jiang Baiyu’s line of sight. It stood tall and majestic, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding scorched earth.

Clearly, this was the hall of the Ancient God, which had remained unharmed amidst the chaos.

Even though the two moved quickly, they were still a step too late.

In front of the temple gathered a few cultivators, each with different postures, on high alert. They had barely survived three major cleanups, constantly brushing against the edge of death, and their nerves were at their most tense. But with the example of the six strong cultivators before them, none dared to recklessly create chaos, fearing they would end up with nothing and be taken away by the Ancient God.

The high-level players in the cultivation world ended like this because they had been too arrogant for too long, losing their sense of proportion.

Lin Zhao Ren and Jiang Baiyu found a relatively inconspicuous spot to stand, ignoring the subtle glances from others.

As more and more survivors gathered in front of the temple, the atmosphere between them grew increasingly tense, and the air faintly exuded a sense of danger.

Jiang Baiyu stared at the scene before him, feeling a sinking sensation in his heart, and quietly said, “Something’s not right.”

His tone was serious, “The cultivators who entered the Ancient God Realm can’t all be concentrated in one direction. We didn’t see anyone else when we came over, yet everyone has unconsciously gathered in front of the temple. It’s as if some inexplicable force is guiding the survivors to the temple’s entrance, bringing everyone together.”

The answer was obvious for something that could do this in the Ancient God Realm.

Lin Zhao Ren’s expression was calm as he lightly made a sound of acknowledgment, “Hmm.”

His gaze seemed to be on the front, but most of his attention was actually on the sky.

The reason everyone hadn’t entered the temple was naturally due to the defensive barrier, which had withstood two chaotic battles without being broken. It wasn’t that no one had tried to force their way in; they just returned empty-handed.

If they didn’t leave, they would be doing nothing in front of the temple, filled with mutual suspicion, their nerves taut, and the atmosphere tense.

As everyone was about to lose patience, the long-closed temple doors suddenly swung open, and the defensive barrier blocking everyone dissipated like dew in the sunlight.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, unable to believe it.

A voice echoed around, seemingly coming from a very distant place, deep and majestic.

“You have managed to reach here; it seems you are fated to meet me. Inside the hall are the secret treasures I collected in my lifetime, all hidden here after my demise. I cannot bear to see them buried in darkness, so I especially allow you fated ones to take away a treasure.”

“One person, one item; do not be greedy, and you may leave safely.”

The atmosphere on the scene instantly changed, as if a gentle breeze had blown through, dissipating the tense atmosphere.

Although there were still doubts, the treasures were right in front of them. They had come here for the Ancient God’s treasures; who could resist the temptation in their hearts?

The first cultivator unable to hold back rushed into the temple doors, and others quickly followed suit.

The treasures were first come, first served.

Lin Zhao Ren stood motionless in front of the temple doors, and Jiang Baiyu did not rush in either. His starry eyes remained open, and he looked up, clearly seeing the divine lightning brewing at the center of the thundercloud, its speed undiminished.

Lin Zhao Ren said, “Aren’t you going in? The Ancient God is willing to open the temple for people to choose a treasure; such an opportunity is rare. If those few seniors knew, they would surely regret it deeply.”

Jiang Baiyu replied, “But you’re not going in either.”

Lin Zhao Ren smiled gently, his beauty as pure and flawless as a snow lotus, and the icy storm in his eyes seemed to soften a bit, “I feel honored that the Ancient God is willing to distribute treasures. But what I want is not these things; what truly moves me is something else.”

In an instant, he transformed into spiritual light and swiftly vanished into the thunderclouds.

Jiang Baiyu, transformed into a cluster of stars, followed closely behind, both of them diving into the center of the thundercloud.

At that moment, they reached a tacit understanding.

If one were to say what the greatest relic in the Ancient God Realm was, without a doubt, it was this remnant of the Ancient God left after his demise.

A mere remnant could cause six powerful cultivators to turn to dust, and at this moment, it was at its weakest, weak enough that even the remaining survivors could not be eliminated. Actively opening the temple doors to let people in was the best proof of this, as it needed time to recover. To delay as much as possible, this was the best way to divert everyone’s attention.

It could stir their greed, incite a new round of chaos, and reduce their numbers, while also buying time for recovery.

What Lin Zhao Ren meant by not letting others get ahead referred to seizing the remnants of the Ancient God.

Why did the first strong cultivator confront the remnants of the Ancient God head-on, and why did the other five join the battle after the outcome was decided? Were they fighting for the right to handle the treasures in the temple?

Of course not.

For cultivators at that level, gaining insight into another layer of power through the remnants of the Ancient God was the ultimate pursuit.

The surviving cultivators were almost scared out of their wits by the battle and had no thoughts of seizing the remnants of the Ancient God.

The previous examples served as the greatest deterrent.

High-level players had their own pursuits, while mid- and low-level players had their own desires. Obtaining a treasure that was hard to come by in a lifetime was an immediate benefit, while targeting the remnants of the Ancient God was dangerous, with benefits that were hard to see immediately.

Since it was asserted that the remnants of the Ancient God would not let anyone leave, then all means of delaying time were merely bait to cloud judgment.

The starry field suddenly opened, enveloping the center of the thundercloud, and Jiang Baiyu unhesitatingly used supportive skills to cast a buff aura for himself and Lin Zhao Ren.

Status: Great Fortune.

The lightning in the center of the clouds suddenly exploded, rushing toward the two.

Jiang Baiyu opened his starry eyes, ignoring the lightning, and accurately pinpointed the location of the remnants of the Ancient God, swinging the Golden Crow Ring to unleash the interrupt skill, Starburst.

The Great Golden Crow screeched as it charged forward, diving into the remnant.

This was a full-force strike, gathering all their power.

Lin Zhao Ren did not disappoint him; as expected of a beautiful youth with great fortune, he seized the moment to teleport in front of the remnant and pointed with his fingertip.

The remnant quickly collapsed like a deflating balloon, turning into wisps of starlight.

“You, you dare to kill a god…!!!!”

The remnant roared in anger.

Jiang Baiyu replied, “The Ancient God has long been dead. Even in life, wasn’t he also completely obliterated?”

The remnant howled, “No!!!”

No matter how unwilling it was, in the end, it was successfully finished off.