Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

In the heart of the Western Continent, there is a mountain range that is wrapped in red magma all year round, like a sleeping fire dragon. Deep in the mountain range, volcanic ash falls like black snow.

Adam half leaned against the charred rock, his pale fingers seemed to be dipping into the magma to paint, gently smearing the wound on his arm. The boiling red magma, like a ferocious beast, made a sizzling sound when it touched his skin, and then turned into wisps of green smoke - this was the unique self-healing ability of the body of God, working like a magical magic.

His red cape was tattered like a candle in the wind, and the fine iron shoulder armor had cracked into several gaps, revealing the pale skin underneath. The fierce battle with Odin three months ago still left him with lingering fears: the golden light of the Eternal Spear was like a deadly lightning that almost pierced his throat; the lightning of Thor's Hammer was like a raging wave that shook off half of his bones. If he hadn't forcibly cast the Hell Satan Demon Art, he would probably have become a cold specimen on the dome of the Nordic temple.

Divine Eye is the reincarnation of Pangu, the leader of the ancient gods. Since the day when Divine Eye absorbed the godhood of Heimdall, its spiritual consciousness has begun to slowly awaken like a behemoth lurking in the dark abyss, and has been lurking in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness like a parasite.

At this moment, the power in Adam's body was quietly splitting like the torn earth: one part was the power of his Nordic godhood, pure as the first ray of sunshine in the morning, violent like the surging waves; and the other part, carrying the unique smell of decay of the ancient gods, tightly wrapped around his heart like a spider web, as if to devour his soul, but Adam was still unaware of it.

The crater in the distance opened its bloody mouth suddenly like an enraged beast, and the boiling magma rose into the sky like a fire dragon, illuminating Adam's face twisted with pain with exceptionally clear clarity.

He stared at his reflection in the magma: the iris of his left eye had transformed into an eerie deep sapphire blue, and a closed pupil was faintly visible in the depths of the pupil, but it only flashed by - that was clearly a sign that the consciousness of the Divine Eye had fully awakened, but Adam only thought that it was the sequelae of completely absorbing the power of the Divine Eye, being severely injured by Odin and other gods, and using secret techniques to escape, leaving him seriously injured.

"Eve..." Adam whispered his lover's name softly, his heart aching. Ever since he fled from the Nordic Temple that day, he had never seen Eve again.

Has Odin's divine punishment left her covered in wounds? Is the silver bracelet on her wrist still emitting a faint light? These questions were like poisonous snakes, gnawing at his heart mercilessly, leaving him helpless.

After all, it was Adam who betrayed his lover in order to survive.

“I must find a way to restore my fighting power as soon as possible…” Adam struggled to stand up, but fell to the ground again due to loss of balance.

Adam shook his head bitterly and let the volcanic ash fall like snowflakes, covering his body.

At this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the mountains. Adam was startled and looked up suddenly, only to see a figure in a black robe slowly walking towards him on the blazing lava, with half of his face covered with scales and looking like bones revealed in the shadow of his hood - that was the chief priest of the voodoo cult from the Dark Continent, the second most powerful person in the Dark Clan, the High Priest of Darkness.

"Are you the High Priest of Darkness? How did you find me?" Adam asked in astonishment.

"Adam..." The Dark High Priest smiled slightly, his voice as harsh as sandpaper rubbing against one's ears, "I am here on the orders of the Dark Emperor to bring you the antidote."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and in his palm was a black heart that seemed to be imprisoned, beating violently, as if telling of its past unwillingness and struggle. "This is the 'Heart of Dark Fear' carefully refined from the hearts of a thousand dark clan members who lost their qualifications to become dark warriors due to their inability to integrate the dark power, and were eventually devoured to death by the dark power! Not only can it grant you powerful dark power and instantly restore your divine power, it can also make up for the lifespan lost from performing Satan's magic."

Adam stared at the heart, his eyes flashing with pain and struggle. He knew very well what a painful price he would pay for accepting the power of darkness, but at this moment, he had no other choice. When his fingertips gently touched the heart, a piercing cold energy quickly spread along his arm to his whole body like a venomous snake, and those originally hideous blue lines actually began to slowly fade away.

"Tell the Dark Emperor that I, Adam, owe him a huge favor." Adam squeezed his heart tightly. With a crisp cracking sound, black juice seeped into his skin like ink. "When I make a comeback, I will make Odin and those Norse gods pay a heavy price for what they did today..." His voice became lower and lower, like a candle in the wind, and the blue-gray color of his left eye became more and more intense, as if a pair of eyes were staring through his pupils at the distant eastern continent.

The volcano opened its bloody mouth like an enraged beast, spewing out magma that rained down from the sky. Adam stood up resolutely, fearlessly letting the raging flames burn his body, but a crazy and twisted smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The power of the God's Eye, the power of darkness, or the power of Heimdall, in his eyes at this moment, were nothing more than a sharp blade for his revenge.

When the first ray of sunlight at dawn pierced the darkness of the mountains like a golden sword, his figure had already disappeared in the diffuse red smoke, leaving only a string of footprints emitting green light, like a string of mysterious symbols, silently telling the continuation of the ancient curse.

The sunlight poured down like a golden waterfall, sprinkling on the dark high priest's black-robed body. He stood in an empty space, surrounded by endless darkness, and only where he was was illuminated by the sunlight.

The Dark High Priest felt the warmth of the sun, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "This gentle sun is so strange and distant to the people of the Dark Continent. In that dark continent, we can only hide in caves and dare not take a step out, because the terrifying sun will burn our skin like fire."

He slowly stretched out his hand, letting the sunlight penetrate his pale fingers, feeling the warmth. The sunlight shining on his hand seemed to bring him a breath of life.

"I really want to feel this warm sunshine forever," the Dark High Priest murmured to himself, "What a wonderful feeling it is! How wonderful it would be if I could feel it like this forever, hahahaha."