Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"What's happening? My life force is fading, what is going on?"

"What kind of technique is this? We're all affected—could it be that there's a Divine King-level powerhouse hiding here?"

"No, it seems like that kid did it. But with his strength, how could he affect all of us?"

"No, I don't want to die! Please stop, stop this technique, aah..."

The crowd began screaming, their life force rapidly draining. Soon, amid desperate cries, the hundred figures fell to the ground, lifeless.

"Is this all it takes to challenge me?"

Sylvus revealed himself, looking at the fallen bodies with disdain. His divine core shone with a radiant light, and he absorbed over a hundred divine abilities into his being.

"This Soul Extraction technique is pretty useful. When it's upgraded to the divine level, it not only allows the extraction of complete memories but also directly takes the enemy's soul, causing death."

After taking everything of value from the fallen, Sylvus flew away, leaving the mountain range behind.

As Sylvus departed, Lancelot and Guba arrived at a nearby branch of the Radiant Temple. With the token in hand, the two entered the temple without hindrance, greeted by the temple's sub-head.

"Your honor, what brings you here?"

The sub-head asked cautiously, knowing that anyone holding Horas's token wasn't to be taken lightly.

"I need to speak with my mentor. You have a summoning array, right?" Lancelot inquired.

The summoning array was a means for each sub-head to communicate with the main temple and, if necessary, to teleport directly to them.

"We have such an array. This way, please, your honor. I'll activate the array for you right away."

The sub-head said hurriedly. Initially unsure of Lancelot's identity, the word "mentor" made things clear—it turned out this young man was Horas's disciple.

Given that Horas had never publicly announced taking on a disciple, this could mean Lancelot might eventually lead the entire Radiant Temple.

Lancelot nodded, giving a signal to Guba. Together, they followed the sub-head deeper into the temple.

In the innermost chamber, Lancelot and Guba stood before a massive altar, etched with numerous runes. As the sub-head activated the array, a powerful aura filled the room.

"What is it?"

A spectral figure materialized in the center of the altar—Deity Emperor Horas.

"My lord, your disciple requested to see you, so I..."

"Greetings, mentor. I have important matters to discuss."

The sub-head hadn't finished his sentence when Lancelot quickly knelt, with Guba following suit.

"Lancelot? What has you so anxious?"

Seeing it was Lancelot, Horas's expression softened as he asked with curiosity.

Lancelot didn't answer right away; instead, he glanced at the sub-head, who got the hint and awkwardly left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Mentor, it's about the Divine Realm."

Once alone, Lancelot finally spoke up.

"The Divine Realm? You were in... the Divine Realm!"

Horas started calmly but then raised his voice in surprise, his eyes showing a hint of shock.

He had forgotten that his disciple was in that particular Divine Realm. Now that Lancelot was here, had he met that person?

"Mentor, a major event occurred within the Divine Realm, particularly on Juling Peak..."

Lancelot recounted what he had witnessed.

Guba, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but tremble.

He never imagined that everyone who entered the Divine Realm would actually die.

On the other hand, Horas remained calm because, as soon as Lancelot mentioned the Divine Realm, Horas had an inkling that something major had happened.

With that one's personality, it was likely that everyone in the Divine Realm would meet a grim fate.

It seemed his suspicions were correct.

"How did you get out?"

Horas eventually asked Lancelot, curious why that person would spare him.

"Mentor, I told him I was your disciple, and he let me leave. He also asked me to deliver a message to you, reminding you not to forget what you promised."

Lancelot hurriedly explained. Then, with a hint of hesitation, he finally asked,

"Mentor, who exactly is he?"

Horas took a deep breath, unsure how to answer his disciple's question.

He couldn't very well tell him that his mentor had been humiliated and even forced to kneel, could he?

Where would his dignity as a Deity Emperor go then?

"You don't need to worry about his identity. The less you know, the better it will be for you. If you encounter him again, make sure never to provoke him."

Horas said seriously.

Although Lancelot was curious, he nodded and didn't pursue the matter. He trusted that if his mentor could tell him, he would.

"Is there anything else?" Horas asked, casting a glance at Guba.

"Mentor, this is Guba, Commander of the Radiant Temple. He was the guard for the Divine Realm and brought me back."

Lancelot explained.

"Greetings, Lord Horas. I humbly ask for your protection. From now on, my life is yours."

Guba said hastily.

Although he was from the Radiant Temple, if this incident got back to his temple, their leader would most likely make him take the blame.

On the contrary, defecting to Horas offered a chance of survival.

Horas narrowed his eyes. He understood Lancelot's implication.

A temple commander, at the very least, would have the strength of a Divine King.

Such a figure would be a mighty presence wherever they went.

Moreover, the Radiant Temple and the Radiant Order often stood at odds.

Having someone of Guba's rank as an insider would certainly benefit the Radiant Order.

However, in the next moment, Horas's aura suddenly surged.

With a wave of his hand, Guba screamed in pain, was flung backward, and spat out blood, severely injured.

"You may leave now. Tell your temple leader that we don't save people from the Radiant Temple."

Horas said coldly.

Hearing this, Lancelot frowned, not understanding what his mentor meant.

But Guba, on the other hand, seemed to catch on, his eyes lighting up as he knelt.

"Thank you, my lord, for sparing me."

With that, Guba dragged his injured body out of the room, while Lancelot looked at Horas, puzzled.

"Mentor, why did you...?"