After all, the 73rd God that had just awakened was very weak, and according to the opinions of those future powerful mages, this was the only chance for a mage to get rid of a God.
But now, the God's soul was controlling the entire Raging Flame Plane to enter the end of the Magic Era. This was the most troublesome part. If this continued, even if he managed to retake the Raging Flame Plane and control it, he would only obtain a broken plane that wasn't worth much.
They converged with Gallsworth and started advancing towards the Holy Mountain.
In another direction, both the humans and the Raging Flame Beastmen were gathering a lot of forces to advance towards the Holy Mountain.
Everyone knew that the root of everything was the Holy Mountain, and if they wanted to find a solution, they could only advance towards the Holy Mountain.
Three hundred kilometers away from the Holy Mountain, the powerhouses of various forces were rushing over.
Whether it was the Raging Flame Beastmen or the humans, none of them had any thoughts of fighting.
If the Raging Flame Plane was destroyed, the Raging Flame Beastmen would face extermination, and their race would have no hope of continuing.
As for the humans, they had spent so much time, spent so many resources, and sacrificed countless lives. What they wanted wasn't to be forced to leave the Raging Flame Plane and watch as it was destroyed.
The negotiations went smoothly without any suspense, and soon, everyone united their battle line, putting saving the Raging Flame Plane's fate as their first priority.
As for the rest, they would deal with it later. If anyone wanted to fish in troubled waters and not contribute, there would only be one outcome. The Raging Flame Plane would be destroyed, and no one would be able to obtain anything.
The battles continued every day, and the closer they got to the Holy Mountain, the more Demons and Abyssal lifeforms there were. Especially in the area where everyone gathered, there would be three to four large-scale battles every day.
Demon Overlords would appear in almost every large-scale battle. Whether it was the humans or the Beastmen, they had no choice but to send their main forces to fight these Demons.
As for the leaders of every force, they were gathered in a dilapidated ancient temple.
The temple was dilapidated, and the statue enshrined within had already shattered. Broken vegetation had even occupied the interior of the temple.
The group of humans and most of the Beastmen were puzzled as to why they had come here.
At this time, an old Beastman with wrinkled skin and a thick aura of death walked out of the temple.
Gallsworth walked forward and respectfully lowered his head, letting the old Beastman stroke it.
"High Priest, the Raging Flame Plane has already suffered its most severe test. The earth of our era has already suffered the ruthless destruction of the Gods.
We've come here in hopes that we can ask for the secret codex to guide us in the direction of hope. "
The old Orc's eyelids drooped as he slowly walked to the end of the temple and knelt in front of the broken statue.
In an instant, a huge amount of soul power emerged, shocking everyone. Dark red blood seeped out of the old Beastman's wrist and converged with the soul power, forming an incomparably complex pattern in front of the dilapidated statue.
In an instant, the time within ten meters of the old Beastman rapidly retreated. The broken statue quickly recovered, and the statue was holding an ancient sheepskin book in its hand.
The old Orc raised his hands, and the statue seemed to come to life. It placed the sheepskin book in the old Orc's hands.
The next second, everything recovered to its original state, broken and lifeless. Only the simple sheepskin book in the old Beastman's hands remained.
The old Beastman softly coughed, trembling with fear as he put the sheepskin book on the table behind him. His aged voice was very penetrating and could be clearly heard from several hundred meters away.
"Children, the direction of hope you are looking for is here. I hope it can help you."
The old Beastman turned and disappeared into the back of the temple. Gallsworth respectfully bowed as he saw the old Beastman off.
"This was the former High Priest of the Gold Beastmen. Before his death, he took over the recording of the secret codex. He has already died, but his soul didn't return to the earth. Instead, it remained in his body, waiting for the next successor to appear.
"It has been over two millennia now. He is an elder worthy of respect."
The group of Beastmen and humans all had expressions of admiration. The Beastmen believed in Shamanism. Souls had to return to the earth, this was one of the fundamental doctrines.
Violating Shamanism would result in being spurned by all Beastmen. More importantly, if the soul didn't return to the embrace of the earth, it meant that the soul would suffer endless torment.
In order to record history, to record past events and secrets, being willing to suffer this kind of torment wasn't something an ordinary person could do.
Gallsworth walked forward and put his hand on the sheepskin book. The sound of pages flipping echoed, and soon, the book automatically flipped to the page Gallsworth was looking for.
"Eh? Why is it this part?"
Gallsworth doubtfully looked at the things recorded in the sheepskin book.
"This shows the period of time when the Greater Demon Overlord wreaked havoc.
"The records say that this kind of thing also happened at that time. At that time, the war that spread throughout the entire Raging Flame Plane, along with the power of the Greater Demon Overlord, finally roused the source of the plane and the Ancient God entered the awakening stage.
"Then, that space-time was severed. Not only was the Greater Demon Overlord sealed, but it also delayed the Ancient God's awakening, making it so that the Ancient God couldn't awaken.
"But the Raging Flame Plane doesn't have that kind of formidable existence that can sever space-time. Don't tell me that we can only watch as the Ancient God thoroughly awakens and destroys the Raging Flame Plane?"
A trace of despair flashed on Gallsworth's face, while the others remained silent with calm expressions.
A great existence that could sever space-time simply didn't exist in this era. Let alone powerhouses that could reach that level, not even a tenth of them could be found.
Heaven Rank powerhouses, even Low Rank Heaven Rank powerhouses, were already the strongest existences in the Raging Flame Plane.
"Could it be that there is only one way? Impossible, there must be another way, there must be another way. Don't tell me that without that kind of formidable existence that can sever space-time, we can only wait for death? "
A Heaven Rank Bronze Beastman excitedly roared. He couldn't accept the fate of the Raging Flame Plane being thoroughly destroyed, nor could he accept their fate of dying together with the Raging Flame Plane.
If the Raging Flame Plane was destroyed, these Beastmen born in the Raging Flame Plane would lose their source, just like when Noscent fell at the end of the Magic Era, all powerhouses would fall.
The stronger the powerhouse, the faster they would fall. In the end, only some of the weakest existences would survive.
Gallsworth was covered in cold sweat as he kept flipping through the codex, hoping to find some useful information.
He expanded the scope of his search and kept using the codex to search for relevant information, but all he found was useless information. There was simply no useful information. All the information that appeared was useless in the current situation.
After a dozen minutes, some people on the human side even started suggesting to give up on the Raging Flame Plane. The Ancient God simply wasn't something they could resist.
The Raging Flame Beastmen's side was also filled with despair. If the Raging Flame Plane was destroyed, none of these Heaven Rank powerhouses would be able to survive.
"If we don't leave the Raging Flame Plane, don't tell me we will be buried with the Raging Flame Plane?"
"The Ancient God simply isn't something we can resist. That kind of powerful existence, even if it has only started to awaken, its power isn't something we Heaven Rank powerhouses can resist. We have to leave, or we won't be able to escape once the Ancient God completely awakens!"
"Right, if we wait until then, that Ancient God might even follow the Planar Path we left behind to kill his way into Noscent …"
"The disaster of the Beastmen's destruction has already descended, we have to send the weak Beastmen out of the Raging Flame Plane in hopes that they can continue our inheritance. We can only put up a final resistance …"
"Powerless resistance …"
As the atmosphere became more and more gloomy and everyone started thinking of a way out, Gallsworth roared.
"Found it!"
In an instant, everyone who had been quarreling and complaining quietened down.
Gallsworth's eyes were red from excitement as he pointed at the codex and loudly roared, "We still have hope.
A legendary priest once left behind a record. It was said to be a speculation left behind by the legendary existence that severed spacetime.
The Ancient Godfiend's soul was the first to awaken, but his body had yet to awaken. Severing space-time to delay the Ancient Godfiend's awakening was the best and simplest method.
"But if we can't sever spacetime, destroying the Ancient God's body before it awakens is the only way to avoid the disaster.
"If the Ancient God loses his body, only his soul remains. Without a support, the Ancient God's soul might fall into an eternal slumber.
"Even if it's useless, only the Ancient God's soul remains, we still have a trace of hope …"
Gallsworth slowly let out a sigh and turned to look at everyone, his eyes flickering with a blazing light.
"This is our only hope, the only way to obtain the final victory. We have to give it a try!"
The group of people frowned and pondered, thinking about the success rate of this matter.
At this time, a huge pressure suddenly appeared in the mountain temple. A Gold Beastman with a solemn expression slowly floated down from the sky.
In an instant, everyone was suppressed by that huge pressure and couldn't raise their heads. A few Heaven Rank Beastman powerhouses were shocked, apparently the appearance of that Gold Beastman was very unexpected.
"There is no need to think about it, the things recorded in the codex definitely can't be wrong. This is a codex connected to the source of the Raging Flame Plane. It was personally written by the High Priests of the previous generations. Something recorded incorrectly can't be written in the codex.
"Gallsworth, immediately notify and gather 70% of the Heaven Rank powerhouses on the battlefield. We are going to attack the Holy Mountain and destroy the Ancient God's body."
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