Chapter 382 – Doctor’s Advice: Avoid Strenuous Exercise During Recovery

“Buzzzz-“

At the top of the gray-white pyramid, countless transparent and invisible ripples spread out in all directions.

These were the aftereffects of a pure mental power collision, which had little impact on reality.

However, to the few remaining living witnesses at the scene, it seemed as though all their senses were being directly distorted.

They looked towards the top of the pyramid.

They couldn’t see anything, just a blur.

“Hmm?”

Lu Yuan was somewhat surprised by the outcome of his attack with the greatsword divine weapon.

In his field of vision, he saw the golden greatsword, refined from his mental power, hovering above the top of the gray-white pyramid.

It was countering a mottled, invisible force.

This mottled force enveloped the black-robed man at the top of the pyramid like a huge barrier. Lu Yuan had tried several times, but the greatsword divine weapon could not penetrate it.

Now, two people remained on the field.

The mental power fluctuations emanating from the black-robed man of the Pantheon were only at the seventh stage.

Standing beside him, the man wearing a platinum mask seemed slightly more powerful, having reached the eighth stage.

This was also why Lu Yuan felt that the combat power at the peak of the eighth stage was sufficient.

But now it seemed…

The opponent was not as simple as he had imagined.

“Sigh-“

Lu Yuan exhaled softly, the greatsword divine weapon disappeared, then reappeared.

A surge of mental power burst forth, and the door-sized golden greatsword abruptly split into two.

After the [Divine Weapon] was upgraded to lv2, each activation allowed Lu Yuan to refine more mental power divine weapons.

The two golden greatswords vanished in a flicker of his mind.

In the void, two distorted bursts of light flashed and vanished.

“Boom!”

An invisible ripple of a hurricane exploded at the top of the gray-white pyramid, causing the Eleventh Throne, wearing the platinum mask, to stagger backwards.

The black-robed man of the Pantheon stood still, but the black crystal ball in his hand suddenly burst into an unparalleled mottled brilliance, and his black robe fluttered as if blown directly by a fierce wind, clinging tightly to his body.

Lu Yuan’s eyes sparkled continuously.

Each flash of his eyes represented another attack launched by the two greatsword divine weapons against the black-robed man of the Pantheon.

At the apex of the gray-white pyramid, the high skies surged chaotically as the terrifying aftershocks of mental power collisions caused light and darkness to alternate rapidly, as if someone was incessantly flipping a switch controlling this part of the universe.

Amid the blurred mix of illusion and reality, an indescribable and terrifying threat of massacre emerged continually.

After several attempts, Lu Yuan still couldn’t break through the mottled barrier of the black-robed man’s Protective Shield.

He could sense that the strength of this barrier seemed to derive from the wills of various evil deities.

This phenomenon was very strange.

It was as if a person was wearing an array of amulets-Buddha amulets, crosses, Taoist talismans, and the like-all of which were effective simultaneously.

This brought to mind the name of the organization, the Pantheon.

Lu Yuan’s curiosity about it grew stronger and more intense.

“Different sects of the evil deity sect generally do not interfere with each other, and many of their doctrines even fundamentally contradict and conflict with one another…”

To perceive the wills of so many different ancient deities coexisting harmoniously within one person was simply inconceivable.

“Buzz!”

As thoughts flickered through Lu Yuan’s mind, he casually pointed a finger.

In the void, two greatsword divine weapons unexpectedly abandoned their target, the black-robed man at the top of the gray-white pyramid, and simultaneously struck toward another figure wearing a platinum mask, a blond man.

“Ah!”

As the greatswords struck.

The Eleventh Throne, already at the edge of the pyramid’s apex, roared like a lion, his blond mane bursting forth.

A burst of platinum light radiated from his body, followed by a crisp “crack.”

A clear crack appeared on his platinum mask.

Underneath the mask, eyes that were once merely shocked were now filled with deep uncertainty.

The Eleventh Throne staggered back, retreating from the battlefield.

He seemed to want to say something, but his gaze, catching the ever-waiting black-robed man of the Pantheon, swallowed the words he was about to speak.

Watching the two, his wariness towards Lu Yuan intensified significantly.

“Immortal, too?!”

Lu Yuan frowned upon seeing the blond man hopping around lively.

The platinum mask on his face blocked the attack from the greatsword divine weapon.

The skill [Divine Weapon] might be domineering, but it seemed less effective than imagined against opponents with mental power protective measures.

After all, it was just a standard professional skill, not a core or a super killer move.

In fact, Lu Yuan felt that a few more hits with [Divine Weapon] might successfully break through the blond man’s mental protection.

However, the recent outburst from the blond man made him sense the aura of the Mosa Sect.

Mosa…

Thinking of his urgently needed upgrade on the [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)] panel, and seeing the other’s reluctant demeanor, Lu Yuan decided not to pursue further and temporarily let him go.

“Chichichi…”

At that moment, from the top of the gray-white pyramid, where there had been silence before, a weird laugh suddenly came from the mouth of the black-robed man.

His head slightly lifted, one hand reaching toward his face.

When he pulled his hand away, droplets of crimson blood could be seen trickling down between his fingers.

Lu Yuan’s recent barrage of greatsword divine weapon strikes, despite being protected by a mysterious force, did not leave him unaffected.

But the black-robed man seemed not to care at all.

Under the robe, a gaze fell on Lu Yuan, filled with indescribable fervor and delight.

“This is the guidance of the All Deities…”

The black-robed man, looking at Lu Yuan, spoke with a certain fervor.

“It is the All Deities who have led you to me.”

“You will be embraced by the All Deities…”

“Kneel down, listen to the whisper of the wind, it is the murmur of the sky and the earth… They speak of the return of the deities, and you…”

The black-robed man stretched out a hand, pointing at Lu Yuan, murmuring softly: “Are destined to stand alongside us.”

Lu Yuan, observing the deity-like babbling of the black-robed man, couldn’t help but slightly frown.

“Crazy?”

He gave up continuing to use [Divine Weapon] and started to accelerate towards the black-robed man.

If mental attacks were ineffective against him.

Then…

He would destroy him physically.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, and level 2 [grandmaster exertion] began to activate.

His muscles vibrated at a high frequency, bursting forth with terrifying strength and heat, as thick white vapor spewed from every pore of his body.

With a single step, he created a massive crater beneath him and shot upwards towards the peak of the pyramid.

During this ascent, copious amounts of platinum Qi surged from within him, forming a Dharma Form of the Elephant Deity with three heads and six arms above his head.

He hurled a punch towards the black-robed man at the pyramid’s apex, with the towering Platinum Dharma Form mirroring his movements.

In an instant, an indescribable ferocious power, like a raging dragon, pierced through the layers of air, roaring towards the black-robed man with ferocity.

With his current strength at the peak of the eighth stage, even a slight use of tactical attacks could rival the power of the ninth stage.

From an observer’s perspective.

As Lu Yuan threw his punch, a thick Qi column interwoven with platinum ripples appeared between his fist and the black-robed man at the top of the pyramid.

This Qi column blasted through multiple layers of space, striking the black-robed man directly.

“Boom!”

The body of the black-robed man at the pyramid’s apex instantly exploded.

Pieces of black cloth scattered across the sky, leaving no trace of flesh.

Lu Yuan, expressionless, immediately turned and threw another punch.

“Boom!”

The sound of thunder erupted as the platinum Qi column once again burst forth like an enraged dragon…

“Snap!”

But this Qi column had barely traveled far when it was effortlessly crushed by a large hand shaped like a sickle.

“Whoo-“

Someone exhaled towards Lu Yuan.

Suddenly, a fierce wind of over ten levels blew, causing Lu Yuan’s silvery white hair to flutter as he lowered his hand and squinted at the figure that appeared before him.

This was a misshapen creature over three meters tall.

His upper body was human, but his lower half bore the claws of a leopard or tiger.

His body was covered with bright red scales, and his face was lined with fine fur.

He had four eyes and two spiraling horns on his head, a pair of black bat wings, a pair of white feathered wings, and a pair of purple crystal wings on his back.

Bone spurs protruded from his joints, and his entire body emitted a vast, majestic yet chaotic and complex strength.

His evil energy wave was as intense as the sun, distorting vast swaths of the void around him.

“Ninth stage?!”

Lu Yuan looked at the grotesque creature in front of him, his eyes revealing a hint of astonishment.

This was clearly the black robed man from before.

The man’s mental power seemed to be only at the seventh stage, yet now he displayed energy fluctuations of the ninth stage level.

Though it appeared haphazard, as if hastily assembled like building blocks.

Still, it was enough to surprise Lu Yuan.

The ninth stage was considered among the top combat forces on this planet, not something that could be achieved haphazardly.

“Join us…”

A black crystal ball floated in front of the Pantheon’s Holy Envoy, within it, clusters of flames of various colors burned quietly, casting light that illuminated his face in eerie, shifting patterns.

The Holy Envoy’s four eyes stared intently at Lu Yuan, his two hands gently beckoning him.

“The Pantheon is calling you, don’t you hear it?”

Lu Yuan snorted softly and turned to charge.

His body enveloped in swirling white vapor, he entered the “Overload Grandmaster” state and with a kick exploded a patch of air, bearing down on his opponent with the towering Platinum Dharma Form.

“In the face of the mighty power of the Pantheon, how meager and insignificant is the power you now wield…”

The Holy Envoy spoke softly, looking at Lu Yuan with a pitying gaze.

He extended his hand, from his scythe-like fingers shot beams of light in various colors.

Each beam represented a distinct power of the evil deity.

Ten beams intertwined, forming a terrifying energy net that fiercely struck at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan didn’t dodge, but charged straight into it.

The Platinum Dharma Form, with its three heads and six arms, continuously punched forward, creating columns of Qi and ripples that clashed with the energy net before him.

Loud and dense explosions echoed through the void, the shockwaves occasionally leaking out and blasting a huge pit in the ground below.

A battle nearing the ninth stage was almost too much for this area to withstand.

For the less powerful onlookers, it was nothing short of a disaster.

Mosa’s Eleventh Throne watched from a distance, his face repeatedly showing signs of shock and horror.

He was now immensely relieved that he had not voiced his earlier thoughts of conceding to Lu Yuan.

This organization called the Pantheon was too mysterious.

He had previously refrained from confronting the individual claiming to be a Holy Envoy of the Pantheon because he felt the envoy’s methods were inscrutable, and even though he was a stage stronger, he might not have been able to suppress him.

It now seemed that this was indeed the case.

The true strength of the Pantheon Holy Envoy was at the ninth stage!

Those complex and sinister energy beams could easily have inflicted severe injuries on him with just a single strike.

It was terrifying.

Such strength, even within their ranks at Mosa, was likely only possessed by those who ranked at the very top.

And who knows how many similar Holy Envoy-level individuals there were within this organization called the Pantheon.

“After returning, a Throne meeting must be convened to thoroughly understand the origins of the Pantheon…”

The thoughts of the Eleventh Throne raced, his eyes flickering with light.

Meanwhile, after nearly collapsing his Platinum Dharma Form, Lu Yuan finally broke through the evil deity’s energy beams and approached the Pantheon Holy Envoy.

Lu Yuan dissipated his Dharma Form, and with Astral Fire blazing on his surging white body, he suddenly threw a punch.

In an instant, he targeted multiple vital points of the Holy Envoy, including the eyes, throat, and heart.

However, the envoy merely brushed it off lightly, and waves of power from the evil deity surged from the black crystal ball suspended in front of his chest, easily blocking Lu Yuan’s flurry of attacks.

“You have already exerted all your effort, while I have yet to fully exert mine…”

The Pantheon Holy Envoy looked down at Lu Yuan, a faint look of pity appearing on his face.

“You are too weak now…”

“You can become much stronger…”

“How can the strength of mortals contend with that of a deity…”

“Give up resisting… Let me guide you…”

The Holy Envoy of All Deities extended one hand, accompanied by the lighting of a deep teal flame within the black crystal ball, and fierce winds shot out sharply between his fingers.

This gust easily tore through the layers of force fields surrounding Lu Yuan, aiming straight for his forehead.

Seeing his situation turning dire, Lu Yuan forcefully kicked the chest of the Holy Envoy, unleashing a burst of exploding light, but he quickly retreated backward using the rebound force.

However, as the Holy Envoy slightly curled his fingers, a new surge of violent wind emerged behind Lu Yuan.

Unable to resist the wind’s force, Lu Yuan’s retreat was halted, and his body involuntarily drifted towards the Holy Envoy.

Initially intent on grabbing Lu Yuan’s forehead, the Holy Envoy suddenly changed his mind, and with a gentle tap of his fist to Lu Yuan’s chest, he declared:

“Boom!”

A massive explosion of white vapor burst into the air.

Within the rolling white vapor, a figure fell swiftly like a Meteor, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

Directly smashing into the pyramid below, causing it to partially collapse with countless boulders tumbling down…

Looking up, only the Holy Envoy remained, calmly floating high in the sky like a sun of evil energy.

“Sovereign Emperor?!”

The Evil Martial Alliance, witnessing this scene, showed faces filled with panic.

They wanted to rush to help, but in the presence of such a foe, they were as insignificant as ants on the ground.

Not to mention helping, they couldn’t even get close.

Some thought of retreating, others displayed expressions of despair.

“It’s over.”

The Eleventh Throne, observing from the side, thought silently with a flicker in his eyes.

This outcome did not surprise him.

He was already considering what attitude to adopt and how to phrase his words when facing the Holy Envoy next.

“As you awaken once more…”

The Holy Envoy spoke softly to the collapsing pyramid, slowly descending from midair.

“You will surely thank me.”

Just as he was about to reach the collapsed pyramid, a series of dull sounds emanated from below as boulders rolled down.

Then.

A voice as deep and suppressed as distant thunder came from between the cracks.

“Do you know…”

“The doctor said, during my recovery… I should avoid strenuous exercise as much as possible…”