Following the Broodmother's death, the remaining Broodmothers also turned into light spots and flew into the temple's light barrier like their mothers. Only the teams of the Illuminati and the Tower of Dusk were left on the battlefield. Even the corpses of the insects had disappeared. If it weren't for the mess on the ground, it would be as if the battle had never happened.
At this moment, Connoris dispelled the Demon God's body, grabbed the stone tablet left behind by the Insect Queen, and flew towards Lin Li. He said, "Felic, look at this thing. Do you recognize what's written on it?"
There were some words written on the stone tablet, but the words were even older than the prehistoric times. They were from the early days of the mythological era. Lin Li could not fully recognize the words, and could only vaguely recognize a few words based on the notes left behind by the Immortal King.
"God of Insects Silva, Father God, Disaster, Collapse, Fall of the Gods!"
Lin Li could not get much information from the stone tablet, but he knew that the stone tablet seemed to have come from a god known as the God of Insects. It was obvious that the Insect God had fallen in this space, just like the God of Valor before him. Besides, the stone tablet mentioned the "gods", and Lin Li guessed that it was probably not just referring to the God of Insects and the God of Bravery. There might be more gods that had fallen here.
In fact, when Lin Li first came to explore this place, he had already guessed that this space was definitely not as simple as suppressing the ancient God of Light. After that, he discovered the temple of the God of Bravery, which at least proved that the ancient God of Light was indeed suppressed here.
Lin Li could vaguely feel the aura of the gods from the stone tablet. The reason that the Insect Queen could survive after the destruction of the Divine Kingdom was probably because it had swallowed the stone tablet. Of course, Lin Li was not very interested in disgusting things like the Insect Queen. However, he felt that the stone tablet with a trace of the aura of the gods might be useful somewhere.
As for Edmund and Zumar, they were completely immersed in the joy of the impending resurrection of Lord Aquilo, and could not be bothered with the stone tablet at all. However, after the joy, Edmund was also a little worried. He approached Lin Li, and asked, "President Felic, do we need to arrange for people to guard this mageweath?"
With the tide-like attacks of the insects, Edmund and Zumar also knew that this space was not peaceful. Who knew what kind of monsters were hiding apart from those weird insects? If they did not do anything about it, what if something ran out and destroyed the mageweath after everyone left?
"Elder Zumar, don't worry, the defenses of this temple are probably not inferior to the place where the ancient God of Light was suppressed. If you're worried, you can try it yourself, "Lin Li said nonchalantly. What a joke. Although the mageweath array that he had drawn was not at the level of a Divine Smith, it could be considered to be at the level of a Demigod. How could it be destroyed by just anyone?
Although Elder Zumar was a little embarrassed after hearing Lin Li's answer, he had to be extra careful since it concerned the resurrection of Lord Aquilo. He immediately approached the temple and looked at the layer of light that enveloped the temple. He slowly reached out and pressed on it.
After doing so, Elder Zumar immediately discovered that it was originally just a layer of light, but his hand seemed to have pressed on a solid object. Moreover, as he began to activate his mana, the layer of light actually produced a comparable resistance, and it continued to increase along with his increasing mana.
Even when Elder Zumar had increased his mana to the point that it was equivalent to a powerful Sanctuary-level magic spell, his palm did not sink in at all. Although he did not use magic to directly bombard the layer of light, Elder Zumar was certain that even if he exerted all his power, he would not be able to break through the layer of light. He might even be injured by the counterattack force in the layer of light.
At this moment, Saint Edmund also spoke up with unconcealable excitement in his eyes. "Okay, Zumar, stop trying. I'm afraid even I can't break this layer of light."
"Saint, this layer of defense is indeed much stronger than I thought, but isn't it a little exaggerated to say that even you can't break it?" Elder Zumar still did not dare to believe Saint Edmund's words. After all, the main purpose of the mageweath was to speed up the resurrection of Saint Aquilo, and not specifically for defense.
Saint Edmund was a powerhouse who was at the peak of the Sanctuary-realm. Although he had not reached the level of a demigod, he was already a top-notch existence in the Sanctuary-realm. If even he said that he could not break this layer of defense, then perhaps only the gods could break this layer of light.
In fact, not to mention a Sanctuary powerhouse, even a real deity would not be able to break the light that enveloped the temple as long as they had not reached the level of the Ancient God of Light, let alone enter the temple to destroy the mageweath. If it was just the mageweath array that Lin Li had drawn, it would naturally not have such a strong defense. However, this mageweath array was connected to the mageweath that suppressed the Ancient God of Light.
The power used in this layer of light came from the Ancient God of Light. As long as the power of the Ancient God of Light was not exhausted, no one would be able to break this layer of defense. Apart from the Immortal King who had suppressed the Ancient God of Light back then, who else in this space could have such powerful power?
In fact, not to mention others, even Lin Li, who was drawing the mageweath array, could not enter the temple at this time. The entire temple seemed to be shrouded in light, but in fact, it was more like it was filled with light elements. Every inch of space was highly condensed with light elements that were almost solid. Only Saint Aquilo of the Illuminati, who was in it, could safely stay in it with the power of the Illuminati's sacred relic, the Eye of Light.
Although Saint Edmund did not make a move to test it out, he had already guessed the defensive power of this place based on Elder Zumar's performance and the power fluctuations he felt from the layer of light. Hence, he asked Elder Zumar to stop, and turned to look at Lin Li. With a sincere expression, he said, "President Felic, thank you so much for this!"
To the entire Illuminati, the resurrection of Lord Aquilo was the most important thing. The Illuminati had been waiting for this matter for thousands of years. Although it was just a deal between Lin Li and the Illuminati, the Illuminati had benefited from the fact that they could speed up the resurrection of Lord Aquilo by lending the scripture to others. Hence, even with Edmund's status, he could not help but thank Lin Li sincerely at this time.
However, as soon as Saint Edmund thanked Lin Li, there was a sudden violent tremor on the ground before Lin Li could say anything else. Then, he saw that in the distance, which had already become dark, a huge crack had appeared on the ground. It was as if the sky was falling and the earth was collapsing.
This situation immediately made everyone nervous again. Could it be that another terrifying thing was about to appear? Although the Zergs from before didn't cause much damage to the two teams, they knew how dangerous this space was. God knows what kind of monsters were hiding here apart from those disgusting Zergs.
At this moment, Lin Li, Edmund, and the others looked at each other, and flew towards the crack at the same time. Soon, they landed in front of the crack. Edmund and the others were worried that something powerful would come out of it and affect the resurrection of Lord Aquilo. However, Lin Li vaguely felt a trace of familiar aura from the aura emitted by the crack.
When they approached the crack, Edmund immediately spread out his mental strength to explore what was hidden under the crack, and whether there would be a powerful existence that could threaten Aquilo's resurrection. However, just as his mental strength entered the crack, before he could detect anything at all, Edmund seemed to have suffered a heavy blow. His face suddenly turned extremely pale, and his body seemed to be pushed back by a force.
Elder Zumar, who was next to him, was also shocked. He hurriedly reached out to support Saint Edmund, and anxiously asked, "Saint, is there anything under that crack?"
Before Edmund could answer, there was another strange sound coming from the crack, and it seemed that there were countless voices shouting from below. Besides, even though the voices were not in the current language, everyone present seemed to have heard the meaning of those voices clearly.
"Let me out! Save me! I want to get out! "
What was even more shocking was that those incomparably miserable cries actually carried a hint of holiness and dignity. This kind of sacred majesty usually belonged to the high and mighty gods, causing people to feel a trace of worship in their hearts. But now, along with the sacred majesty, there were miserable pleas. Even beggars wouldn't be able to do the same. They were two extremes of existence.
Saint Edmund had also recovered at this moment. It was precisely because his mental strength had come into contact with the sacred aura under the crack that it was so unbearable that it felt like thunder roaring in the depths of his soul. After recovering a little, he looked at Lin Li, and said, "Master Felic, what plans do you have in the face of this crack?"
In Edmund's opinion, there was nothing he could do at this moment, and he couldn't let such a threat exist. Otherwise, it would be troublesome if some powerful monsters emerged from the crack after he and the others left, and affected Saint Aquilo's resurrection. However, if he wanted to go in and explore, he was not confident about the pressure he felt just now.
Hence, Edmund thought of Lin Li, and hoped that Lin Li and the team from the Tower of Dusk could follow him to explore the crack again.
However, Lin Li had followed Edmund there for the sake of drawing the mageweath. He had not said that he would help solve other problems beforehand. Edmund was also aware of that, so he felt a little awkward, and wanted to ask for Lin Li's opinion.
Lin Li looked at the crack, and although he seemed to feel the aura of the Immortal King, he had no intention of exploring it at this moment. Just like Edmund, he also felt the sacred aura under the crack, and could clearly feel that it was not just a single sacred aura.
Thinking about the fall of the gods that was mentioned on the stone tablet, Lin Li had to consider that there might be more than one god-like existence under the crack that had the sacred aura. Although Lin Li really wanted to know the whereabouts of the Immortal King, he also knew how strong he was, and what he could and couldn't do with his current strength.
Although the crack was rather tempting to Lin Li, the danger was definitely not small. Even though Lin Li was confident in his own strength, he dared not have any ideas about the crack at this time. If he really provoked a god-like figure like what he was worried about, it would be too late for regrets.
A god was a god after all. High Priest Poer, who was half a step away from becoming a god, had caused Lin Li a great deal of trouble back then, and he even had to use the Immortal King's mageweath to kill High Priest Poer. Now, even if an enemy like High Priest Poer were to appear, Lin Li would probably not be able to gain the upper hand, let alone a deity.
Hence, in the face of Saint Edmund's question, Lin Li shook his head slowly, and said, "I'm sorry, Saint Edmund, you must have felt the aura in this crack. This is no longer a problem that we can solve with our strength. However, judging from those sounds, they should not be able to come out of the crack. You don't have to worry too much about the resurrection of your holy lord. "
Lin Li's words did make some sense. If the existence with the sacred aura hadn't been restricted, they would have probably rushed out by now. Why would they shamelessly seek help from the outside? However, the fact that they couldn't come up did not mean that there was no danger under the crack. Who knew to what extent they were restricted? Maybe it was just that they couldn't come out of the crack. If that was the case, wouldn't the people from the Illuminati and the Tower of Dusk be courting death if they went down by themselves?
Lin Li was rather courageous, but in the face of such a dangerous place, he wouldn't take the risk in such an unimportant situation. It was true that there was the aura of the Immortal King in the crack, but it didn't mean that Lin Li had to go there now. Maybe he would come here again when his strength reached the level of a half-step god, but now was far from the time.
After speaking to Edmund, Lin Li immediately ordered the mages to prepare to retreat immediately. He didn't hesitate at all. Not many people could do that when faced with such a huge temptation. To Lin Li, the trace of the Immortal King's aura had an extraordinary meaning, but it wasn't enough to make him lose himself in it.
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