Chapter Seventy-Four: The Primordial Floor Tiles

Nanlu gazed at the solemn faces of the gods, thoroughly satisfied with the effect of revealing this piece of intelligence to them. In his heart he mused, "Now that they know the Assassin Tower is the assassination agency of the Ferocious Beast Clan, surely the gods will no longer dare to blindly indulge in pride and arrogance!"

The Divine Clan was the chosen people of fate, and Nanlu was the child of destiny. To the gods, it seemed inevitable that the Divine Clan would rule the Great Wilderness. This notion was—right and yet not right.

Indeed, the Divine Clan, blessed by destiny, seemed unstoppable, rising and growing with remarkable ease. Nanlu’s attainment as a Divine Sovereign, the gods’ own ascensions, Nanlu’s acquisition of the Pantheon Hall—all had proceeded with uncanny smoothness. Every step of their success flaunted the irresistible fortune bestowed upon the Divine Clan by fate.

Thus, it was only natural that the gods began to nurture pride and arrogance, believing they could control destiny and obtain all things merely by relying on fate and fortune. This, too, was the original sin of greed, laziness, and pride common to all living beings.

Yet, nothing in the world is harder to control than fate itself. Fortune and destiny cannot decide everything, especially in this era when the Way of Heaven is hidden.

On the other hand, a mighty being of the Sacred Realm of Divine Emperors could easily shift the course of destiny, steering it toward unknown paths. For example, the casual moves of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun had birthed a Ferocious Beast Emperor, Ferocious Heaven Slayer, establishing the formidable Ferocious Beast Clan.

The rise of a race depends thirty percent on fate, seventy percent on effort. Destiny is not immutable; it changes according to the strength of its bearer—the strong grow stronger, the weak weaker. Furthermore, destiny is governed by Heaven and Earth, not belonging solely to the Divine Clan, and will continuously flow and transfer.

If the Divine Clan fails to strive under the invincible aura of destiny, fails to forge themselves into an unrivaled force that shakes the Great Wilderness, then when destiny shifts, they will be left vulnerable, cast into the abyss, never to recover.

Ever since Nanlu acquired the innate treasure, the Pantheon Hall, he noticed that the gods, once cautious, had begun to grow arrogant. This he understood, but could not condone.

The gods, born as primordial divine demons and children of Heaven and Earth, were supremely noble, yet had long suffered exclusion and oppression from myriad races. Now, with the Divine Clan as their backing, they tasted glory and inevitably lost control of their emotions, drifting into pride.

Nanlu believed that, given time, the gods could correct their arrogance. However, time was not on their side. The unprecedented era of darkness and chaos had already arrived.

This was the moment for the Divine Clan to seize the opportunity and rise. How could Nanlu allow the gods’ arrogance to undermine the Divine Clan’s eternal supremacy?

Thus, Nanlu seized the chance to warn and awaken the gods.

What? You ask why Nanlu himself would not succumb to pride and arrogance? The answer is simple: Nanlu’s adversaries were never the myriad races of the Great Wilderness, but those exalted beings, the Divine Emperors—Dao Ancestor Hongjun, who towered over the ages.

Ever since he contended for the Creation Jade Plate and became at odds with Hongjun, Nanlu has regarded Hongjun as his lifelong nemesis.

No being, not even Nanlu with destiny upon him, could ignore the pressure from a Divine Emperor—especially one intent on his destruction.

With only the power of a Divine Sovereign, Nanlu viewed the Divine Emperor as his opponent, treading with utmost caution, striving to grasp every opportunity to strengthen himself. The pressure and fear he endured were beyond the gods’ imagination.

Therefore, Nanlu would never grow arrogant—unless one day he could himself become an invincible Divine Emperor equal to Hongjun.

"Gentlemen, the Ferocious Beast Clan is ambitious, ruthless, and venomous—they are the great enemy of the Divine Clan. I urge you all to be vigilant, and strive to strengthen our clan to withstand them!"

Nanlu’s golden eyes suddenly blazed with dazzling light, sweeping over the gods as he spoke slowly, his tone carrying an irresistible force.

Under Nanlu’s golden gaze, the gods, already unsettled, felt a chill at his words "be vigilant," and immediately rose from their divine thrones, responding respectfully and loudly, "Yes!"

The gods, all possessing keen minds and extraordinary wisdom, could hardly miss Nanlu’s underlying message.

"It seems we must henceforth act with caution and dare not fall into arrogance again!" The gods, sensing their own recent lapses, hurriedly engaged in self-reflection and warning.

"Very well! Please be seated," Nanlu said, observing their respectful demeanor, satisfied with their response, though his tone remained as stern as ever.

Nanlu could not know if the gods might relapse into arrogance in the future, but courtesy before force was always his principle. If they did, Nanlu, as the god above all gods, would not hesitate to act.

No doubt the gods understood this as well, and would not dare err again.

"Your Majesty, the assassins of Assassin Tower are preparing to attack the Titan Clan—should we warn them?" asked Myoyan, her golden eyes shining with divine light and a gentle smile.

At her words, the gods’ eyes brightened with admiration for Myoyan. She was indeed worthy of her title, always one step ahead, instantly grasping the crucial point.

Assassin Tower’s killers had infiltrated the Ten-Thousand Mountains, waiting for a chance to assassinate the Titans’ champions. If the Divine Clan could timely inform the Titans of this intelligence, they would surely win their favor, leaving them indebted.

Perhaps, in the future, the Divine Clan could call upon this debt. The gods did not worry whether the Titans could repay this kindness. Though the Ferocious Beast Clan was strong, to utterly annihilate a powerful clan like the Titans was impossible.

Nanlu looked at Myoyan with approval and praised, "Myoyan speaks truly. It should be so."

"Would Your Majesty like to send one of us to the Ten-Thousand Mountains?" Myoyan asked softly, her gaze flickering.

No sooner had she spoken than the gods turned their eyes toward Baihua and Ni’gu.

Baihua, God of Light, possessed unmatched speed, able to teleport instantly to any place touched by sunlight.

Ahem. That was, admittedly, a bit exaggerated.

Still, within thousands of miles, Baihua could manage it. As for teleporting anywhere sunlight touched—perhaps when Baihua became Emperor Baihua.

Ni’gu, God of Space, was peerless in speed, able to traverse space at will, covering thousands of miles in a single step.

The Pantheon Hall was now located at the border between Central Wilderness and Northern Plains, while the Ten-Thousand Mountains lay beside South Ridge. Between them stretched a vast expanse, at least fifty billion miles!

Given the speed indicated by the red dot’s movement, only if Baihua and Ni’gu set out immediately could they possibly catch up with the assassins.

"No need for that. Today, I shall let you witness the mysteries of the innate treasure, Pantheon Hall," Nanlu said, his golden eyes gleaming with dazzling light and a mysterious smile. He extended his right hand, sending a ray of golden light toward the ground tiles of the Great Wilderness.

"The mysteries of Pantheon Hall?" The gods’ golden eyes shone with curiosity as they watched Nanlu’s actions, eager to see what marvels the Pantheon Hall held.

The brilliant golden light instantly crossed the distance between halls, like a falling star, crashing into the projection of the ground tiles.

"Did I see that correctly? The golden light entered the projection?"

The gods blinked in disbelief, their golden eyes full of wonder.

"Look! The golden light is moving rapidly within the projection!"

"It’s really happening!"

The excited and astonished voices of the gods echoed throughout the Pantheon Hall.

"Your Majesty, what exactly is the purpose of this treasure?" Myoyan’s voice immediately quelled the clamor, drawing all eyes to Nanlu.

"The ground tiles of the Great Wilderness: in small matters, they can fetch and transmit across space; in great matters, they can move mountains and seas, change heaven and earth," Nanlu replied proudly, his golden eyes shining with the brightest light as he surveyed the astonished gods.