Chaos Spirit Field

As the coordinates were destroyed, Zhao Shanhe, far away in the Divine Realm, suddenly felt something stir in his heart. Originally immersed in the extreme pleasure brought by the frantic improvement of his cultivation, he suddenly opened his eyes, breaking free from that intoxicated state. He muttered to himself, "Tian Shuang actually destroyed the mark I left behind. What kind of changes have occurred in the Shanhe Realm? Unfortunately, my cultivation has not yet broken through to the Divine Lord realm, so I can't calculate anything."

A weak voice came: "Master, you are finally awake, please let Xiao Ling go."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Shanhe directed his divine consciousness towards the Fortune Tower, only to discover that the once towering Fortune Tower was now reduced to a mere nine stories! A hint of embarrassment crossed his face, and he scratched his head, somewhat sheepishly addressing the Tower Spirit, "Tower Spirit, I'm so sorry! Improving my cultivation felt so wonderful, so enchanting, I couldn't control myself. Next time, I'll definitely be more careful, hehehe... But then again, why didn't you remind me earlier?"

If anyone could hear the tower spirit's inner voice, they'd probably burst out laughing. He was secretly complaining, "Oh my god, this guy is a scoundrel! I've warned him tens of thousands of times, but every time he just ignored me! Now he's ruined my tower, and he still has the nerve to say I didn't warn him? Humph, I've never seen such a shameless person!"

Despite its burning resentment, the tower spirit dared not betray the slightest discontent in the face of its powerful master. It suppressed its anger, adopted a fawning expression, and said with a broad smile, "It is my honor to dedicate my all to you, Master. I hope you will keep your promise."

Zhao Shanhe patted his chest and promised, "Tower Spirit, I, Zhao Shanhe, always keep my word. I will leave the Fortune Tower now. We will meet again if fate allows."

"Master, that's not what I meant. Xiao Ling still wants to serve you."

Zhao Shanhe did not respond. As if he had made some kind of decision, he left without looking back.

Ta Ling looked at the direction where Zhao Shanhe left, feeling somewhat sad, knowing that he had not caught the eye of this great god and that he was being despised.

After leaving the Creation Tower, Zhao Shanhe arrived at the Yuanchu Secret Realm. He opened his arms, seemingly embracing something, his face fascinated. After a moment, he muttered to himself, "It turns out I was wrong from the start. I'm not the Lord of Chaos at all. I'd better raise my cultivation to the Divine Lord realm first. Yuanchu Secret Realm, obey my command, and all things will return to their original state."

As soon as he finished speaking, all the gods who entered the Yuanchu Secret Realm found themselves expelled, even the four people who were trying to pass the level in the Creation Temple were no exception.

Zhao Yunlong found himself in the God Realm. Confused, he asked Zhao Yunfei beside him, "Third Brother, you've lived the longest. How did we get out of the Fortune Temple? I almost cleared it."

Zhao Yunfei frowned, lost in deep thought. After a long moment, he slowly spoke, "Our expulsion from the Yuanchu Secret Realm must have something to do with my father."

The Death Source God beside him looked puzzled and asked in confusion: "Zhao Yunfei, Zhao Shanhe's soul was clearly shattered in front of us, and no trace of his body was left. How could he be the one behind this?"

Zhao Yunfei smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Mother, you may not know this, but my father has been resurrected twice before. So, if he were to come back to life again, it wouldn't be a surprise. It's just that, up to now, I haven't figured out his mysterious identity."

After hearing this, the Death Source God shook his head slightly and said firmly, "If it is really Zhao Shanhe who has returned from the dead, from what I know about him, he would never do anything to ruin our chances of becoming a God Master."

Zhao Yunfei shook his head and replied, "Mother, I regained my lost memories in the Temple of Creation. There are only two so-called Divine Lords in this world: the Lord of Chaos and the Lord of Creation. The four supreme laws culminate in the Divine Honor Realm. If we can successfully pass this final test, I'm afraid we'll only become nutrients for the Lord of Chaos's resurrection."

Zhao Yunduo, standing nearby, asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Third brother, isn't this Lord of Chaos our father? You know, he owns an incredibly magical and vast Chaos Spirit Field! I even practiced diligently there once."

Zhao Yunfei smiled slightly and explained softly, "Fourth sister, all things in the world are born from creation. As the saying goes, the sea embraces all rivers; greatness is due to its tolerance. After the four supreme laws merge with each other, they will eventually return to chaos. Back then, the Creation Temple, when it gathered the power of the four great gods, was not to resurrect the Lord of Creation, but to resurrect the Lord of Chaos. Unfortunately, there was an additional variable like me, and ultimately, the effort failed."