Before Ike could finish, the person who had been sent flying by Yang Xuan flew back and shouted from a distance, "Who are you? How dare you interfere with the Alliance's emissary's business? Do you want to be annihilated? "
His words caused Yang Xuan to be stunned.
The Alliance of Myriad Races?
Why would the Alliance of Myriad Races attack the Demigod Race?
Yang Xuan didn't need others to teach him how to do things, so he coldly said, "I'm Yang Xuan. If you have anything to say, let your boss talk to me."
"Yang …" The person only said one word, but immediately reacted and exclaimed, "You are a Profound Sage …?"
The news of Yang Xuan becoming a Profound Sage had already spread like wildfire. How could he not know? So, he didn't dare to say anything more and left with his people.
After these people left, Yang Xuan asked Ike, "What's going on? Why would the Alliance of Myriad Races attack you? "
A bitter smile appeared on Ike's face. He first bowed deeply to Yang Xuan as a way of thanking him for saving his life. Then, he explained, "It's a long story. In short, I can't return to the Demigod Race right now. I hope that Sage Xuan can help me inform the Great Emperor of my race to expel me from the Demigod Race."
Seeing his bleak attitude, although Yang Xuan found it strange, he didn't ask and simply said, "Okay!"
Ike bowed to him again and left directly.
This was just a small interlude, so Yang Xuan didn't take it to heart. He sped all the way to the Demigod Palace.
The Demigod Palace had already been restored to its former grandeur. This planet that had been completely transformed by Samson looked like a magnificent palace from the outside.
Demigod Great Emperor Samson, who had already sent out a message with his divine sense, was standing in the void outside the Demigod Palace, waiting quietly.
Seeing Yang Xuan appear, Samson hurriedly bowed and said, "Excuse me for not going out to meet you."
Yang Xuan smiled. He and Samson were old acquaintances. Although their relationship wasn't very good, it wasn't just a coincidence.
"Long time no see. How have you been?" He smiled.
"It's all thanks to Profound Sage," Samson said with a smile.
Yang Xuan didn't correct the way he addressed him and said, "I'm here this time because I have something to ask."
"Profound Sage, please." Samson smiled and made an inviting gesture.
Although he had a smile on his face, the shock in his heart had reached its peak.
Although the news of Yang Xuan becoming a Saint had spread far and wide, in his opinion, it was too unbelievable and he had never believed it.
This time, he had addressed himself as a Saint in order to test the waters.
Unexpectedly, Yang Xuan did not explain at all, as if he had tacitly agreed. Could it be that he had really become a saint?
The two of them entered the Demigod Palace, and the servants served them refreshments.
After the servant left, Samson asked, "Profound Sage, what did you come here for?"
Yang Xuan put down the teacup and said indifferently, "I want to ask the Great Emperor, in the history of the Demigod Race, have you ever worshipped a god?"
This question was probably beyond Samson's expectations. He was stunned for a few seconds before he frowned and said, "There is indeed such a record in the ancient books of my race."
"Oh? Which ancient book is it? Can I take a look at it? "Yang Xuan asked directly.
"Why not?" Samson said. Then, he waved his hand, and the entire Demigod Palace seemed to rotate. When they looked again, the two of them were already in a boundless library.
Samson waved his hand again, and a row of huge bookshelves moved without wind and slid in front of Yang Xuan.
"The ancient books on this floor record the gods that my race once worshipped — the Demigod Race," Samson said.
Yang Xuan casually flipped through the books, and sure enough, he saw records about the Demigod Race in these ancient books.
According to the records, the Demigod Race was a great god who could listen to people's prayers and send down all kinds of miracles. They were extremely loved by the believers.
Yang Xuan flipped through again, but most of the books were about praising the Demigod Race. None of them were about cultivation.
Putting down the book, Yang Xuan asked, "Does the Demigod Race no longer worship this god?"
Samson shook his head and said, "The god's legacy has long been lost. Now, it only exists in legends. This kind of belief is mostly for the foolish people and can't be trusted."
Yang Xuan looked at him and didn't say anything. He picked up another ancient book.
This ancient book was very interesting. It was about a person whose whole family was killed. Before he died, he prayed for the Demigod Race to punish him and avenge him. In the end, the Demigod Race heard his prayer and sent down power, making this person a martial arts expert in one fell swoop and killed his enemy. But after taking his revenge, his soul was taken away by the gods, and he became a walking corpse, disappearing without a trace.
Yang Xuan pointed at the story and said with a smile, "This is very interesting."
Samson didn't know what he meant. After looking at it, he smiled and said, "Yes, some of the legends of my race are very interesting."
Yang Xuan raised the book in his hand and asked, "Can you give this book to me?"
"If Profound Sage likes it, you can take any book here." Samson naturally wouldn't offend Yang Xuan for a book and was very generous.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "I'll take this one. Thank you."
The two left the library and returned to their original spot. The tea was still warm, so Yang Xuan took another sip. Then, as if he had just recalled something, he said, "Oh right, I met Eyke on my way here. He was being chased by the Alliance of Myriad Races. I saved him. What happened?"
Samson smiled bitterly and sighed. "Speaking of which, it's related to what Profound Sage asked. For some reason, this Eyke declared that he was a believer of the Demigod Race and that the Myriad Races Alliance had schemed and seriously injured the Demigod. How could he say such nonsense? Sure enough, the Alliance investigated, and I couldn't protect him. I could only declare that he had nothing to do with the Demigod Race, which relieved the Alliance of their investigation. "
Yang Xuan sneered inwardly. Eyke had told him to tell Samson to expel him from the Demigod Race. Unexpectedly, Samson had already done so, so he didn't need to waste his breath.
This was probably the so-called ruthlessness of those in power.
Yang Xuan stood up and said, "Many thanks, Great Emperor. This Yang will take his leave."
Samson hurriedly said politely, "Profound Sage, what are you talking about?"
Yang Xuan was destined to be an extraordinary existence, and he had always adhered to the policy of currying favor with him and never offend him.
Yang Xuan didn't say anything else. After waving his hand, he directly left.
When he reappeared, he had already returned to the place where he had met Eyke.
He spread his divine sense in all directions, but Eyke had already disappeared, and he didn't know where he had gone.
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let him go.
Yang Xuan thought to himself.
Others might not believe Eyke's words, but he somewhat believed them and wanted to ask carefully.
He took out the book he had obtained from the Demigod Race and turned to one of the pages.
This page recorded the process of people praying in the story, and some of the words revealed a sense of ritual.
He felt that this should be some kind of prayer ceremony.
However, the records in this book were too brief, and the prayer ceremony was also vague. He still needed time to make some deductions.
If it turned out that the Demigod Race really existed, wouldn't it mean that all the powerful races in the universe had, or had, their own gods?
Then, what about the Human Race?
Did the Human Race have any gods?
If so, who was the god of the Human Race?
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