With a starting talent that's practically top-tier, even an old man can go against the heavens!

The top floor of the temple.

Sorens Schwarz sat back on the throne forged from divine mines, his gaze lowered, staring blankly at the object in his hand, lost in thought.

crunch--

The sound of the door opening came, and Sorens calmly pocketed the object in his hand.

The guards entered from outside the door and knelt down to pay their respects.

"Your Majesty, the First Divine Envoy, Lord Parsir, requests an audience."

"come in."

"Yes."

The guards withdrew, and not long after, Pasir stepped in.

He placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed slightly forward as a gesture of respect.

"You've worked hard this time. You've done a great job bringing back Genesis. I'll report this to the God of Light and ask for credit for you."

Before Persil could speak, Sorens stood up with a smile, walked over, and patted his arm familiarly.

Pasir's emotions were complicated; his thin lips parted slightly, "I..."

Sorens thought he was going to refuse, so he quickly interrupted him and said with a smile.

"Hey, don't make excuses. You're so engrossed in cultivation that you rarely get to go out. You should relax a bit."

"Once Genesis is separated, I will arrange a celebration banquet so we can all have a good time."

"...I failed."

"Wait until the God of Light knows... um, um? What did you say?"

Sorens's smile froze, and he could hardly believe his ears.

Persil took a deep breath. "The Genesis host was rescued by the Chaos Mage. I fought him, and the result... was a crushing defeat."

After saying that, he felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders and felt much more relaxed.

He had carried the titles of First Divine Envoy and Strongest Under the God of Light for too long, which were like invisible shackles that prevented him from living up to expectations.

Now that he had been defeated by the Chaos Mage, Persil felt a sense of spiritual upliftment, as if he had been reborn from the ashes. If he were to go into seclusion now, he might be able to advance even further.

"You...lost?"

Sorens stared at him in disbelief, utterly shocked.

"Are you kidding me? I know your strength best. Chaos mages are strong, but their growth time is limited. You've cultivated for over a thousand years. Do you really think you can't defeat a Chaos mage who hasn't fully grown up yet?"

These words were like a sharp blade, mercilessly piercing Parsell's heart.

He frowned slightly, his tone a little stiff: "...We've known each other for so long, have you ever seen me joke?"

Sorens shook his head. "No, I just can't believe you'll fail..."

"Let's sit down and talk slowly."

He gestured for everyone to sit down, and Persier began to recount the entire incident...

......

The bottom floor of the temple.

Sang Zhuo and the others rushed over.

The second divine messenger, Hela, and the third divine messenger, Will, were guarding the bottom floor. Their eyes lit up when they saw them.

"Oh, you're back?"

"I've met my lord."

Sang Zhuo and the other four knelt down to pay their respects, demonstrating strict hierarchical discipline.

Hela waved for them to stand up and hurriedly asked.

"What happened to you when you went out this time? What about Genesis?"

Lord Parsier didn't say a word when he came in, and seemed a little unhappy. Hela keenly noticed this, which is why she asked him the question out of curiosity.

"Genesis...the capture failed."

The five men lowered their heads, their cheeks burning with embarrassment. They had lost face big time.

"Failure?" Hela narrowed her eyes, seemingly understanding the reason for Pasir's unhappiness. Her face turned icy as she said, "Tell me, was it your arrogance and unauthorized actions that led to this failure?"

"No wonder Lord Pasil ignored me; you must have made him angry!"

"This...it really isn't..." the Fourth Divine Envoy muttered softly.

Hela raised an eyebrow. "No?"

She took two steps forward, grabbed the other person by the collar, and sneered, "Are you trying to say that Lord Parsier also failed?"

"Hmph, that's ridiculous!"

“I tell you, Lord Parsier will never fail! Never!”

Hela was like a fanatic at that moment, fiercely defending her idol with vehement words.

“We can’t believe it either, but it’s a fact that Lord Pasil emerged from the Pool of Resurrection. We all saw it with our own eyes!”

The others all agreed.

"Yes, we saw Lord Parsier come out with our own eyes. He didn't say a word, put on his gear, and left."

"Lord Parsier has indeed been resurrected."

"Lady Hela, please calm down!"

Hearing their words, Hela's expression shifted between anger and disbelief. She forcefully released her grip, shaking her head in disbelief.

"No, Lord Parsir cannot be defeated. You must be lying. I want to ask you myself."

She took a deep breath, turned around, and rushed up the steps.

Seeing this, the Third Divine Envoy, Will, sighed helplessly.

Although he was also shocked, Hela, a die-hard fan of Parsier, was clearly more affected.

He turned his head, looked at the others, and waved.

"Come on, come with me to meet the God."

......

The top floor of the temple.

After hearing the whole story, Sorens' expression turned solemn, and he sighed.

"This Chaos Mage is actually so strong; a single bolt of heavenly lightning can kill you. That's a bit of an exaggeration..."

Pasir's eye twitched slightly. "You've already sighed three times. Is it necessary to emphasize it again?"

Sorens was taken aback by what he heard, then coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Based on your description, the other party is hostile and exceptionally powerful. Even if we join forces, our chances of winning are not high. I think we should just bear with this and not escalate the conflict."

Pasir curled his lip. "After all these years, you're still such a coward."

"Ha, that's not called being cowardly, that's called assessing the situation."

Sorens picked up the divine mineral ornament on the table, played with it, tossed it into the air, and it fell back down.

Boom boom boom!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

He caught the falling divine ore ornament, straightened his posture, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The guard pushed open the door and knelt down to report: "Lord, the second divine messenger has come to the eighth divine messenger to request an audience."

"Hmm...let them in."

"Yes."

A short while later, Hela, Will, and the others filed in.

"Greetings, Lord God! Greetings, Lord Parsir!"

Sorens waved for them to stand up and asked directly.

"Speak, what is it that you urgently wish to see me about?"

Hela stood up and looked at Pasil beside her, eager to speak.

"Sandra and the others said that Lord Parsil was defeated by the Chaos Mage. I can't believe it, so I've come to ask Lord Parsil for confirmation. I want to know... is it true... or false..."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Pasir.

His gaze, like a sharp knife, pierced Parsell's heart once more.

He remained silent, the veins on his neck bulging faintly, before finally taking a deep breath and admitting it.

"That's right, I lost, I lost miserably. A single bolt of lightning from the Chaos Mage killed me. If it weren't for resurrection, death would have been my only fate. I was defeated... utterly and completely!"

Pasir stood up and walked to Hela. His golden eyes swept over everyone's eyes before finally landing on Hela's face, and his thin lips parted slightly.

Are you satisfied with this answer?

After saying that, he snorted coldly, stepped past Hela, and left without looking back...

Hela stood there, her eyes glazed over, unable to come to her senses for a long time.

The others lowered their heads and remained silent.

The only sound inside the room was the creaking of the door opening and closing...

It goes from big to small, and then from small to big again!

The guard came in again, looking anxious, and knelt down with a thud to report.

"Reporting to the Divine Lord, a large number of gods are being resurrected in the Resurrection Pool, and the number is still increasing. The pool is almost full!"

"What!?"

When everyone heard this, they were shocked.

......