Descending through tens to nearly a hundred meters of darkness, there lies a softly glowing graveyard below.
Numerous crystal coffins, each neatly arranged. In front of every crystal coffin stood a tall crystal tombstone, recording the glorious deeds of the deceased, with some even depicting the portraits of the deceased in relief. At the very front, there was a small prayer altar. As Rody descended, the elderly person seated atop the altar suddenly opened her eyes, shining like stars.
Her face was wrinkled and aged, with snow-white hair.
Rody bowed deeply to this elderly lady. Regardless of her past status or level of power, the mere fact that she had guarded the Tomb of the Gods for hundreds of years deserved universal respect.
"Ku and Lan have visited me and told me about you," the old lady, leaning on her silver staff, slowly stood up.
"Grandmother, Rody has come here today hoping to awaken some saints who are willing to support my expedition to Hell. I need the help of my predecessors," Rody maintained a respectful attitude towards the old lady who directly mentioned the saints Ku and Ailekles. Rody estimated her power was no less than Saint Ku's, but surprisingly, her name did not appear on the crystal columns of the magic formation.
"Little guy, you're quite likable and competent, no wonder those guys like 'Ku' sing your praises," the old lady said, not even glancing at Black Dragon Alfred and Xudela behind Rody.
"Rody is preparing to attack Hell and Heaven, please, grandmother, give me some guidance," Rody bowed again respectfully.
"With your abilities, attacking Hell shouldn't be a problem, and I believe attacking Heaven won't be too difficult either. But to return to the Divine Realm with your current strength, you are still too weak. Fortunately, you are growing rapidly. I estimate with a bit more time and training, it's still possible for you to surpass the 'Divine God Realm' and reach the 'Supreme Divine Realm'. Like Ku and the others, I've grown accustomed to laziness. We won't get involved in the attack on Hell and Heaven, but if you return to the Divine Realm, then let us lead the way!" The old lady nodded and slowly sat back down.
"Grandmother, can you tell me about the Divine Realm?" Rody quickly asked for advice.
"If everything in the Heavenly Realm is ten times that of the human world, then the Divine Realm is a hundred times that of the Heavenly Realm," the old lady indicated for Rody to sit in front of her, smiling, "In the Divine Realm, everything is a thousand times that of the human world. A person's weight increases a thousandfold, food tastes a thousand times better, stones are a thousand times harder than those on Earth, flowers are a thousand times more fragrant... Thus, a very powerful person, who is invincible in the human world, becomes an ordinary person in the Divine Realm, even finding it difficult to walk a few steps."
"Ah?" Rody hadn't expected that the Divine Realm he originally lived in would be like this.
"..." Black Dragon Alfred and the nine-headed monster Xudela behind him were even more shocked, finding it hard to believe that a strong person in the human world would become ordinary in the Divine Realm.
"Your current strength is at the 'Supreme Saint Ninth Stage', almost invincible in the human world. But in the Divine Realm, you are just an ordinary person, at most at the level of a divine messenger. You need to surpass both the 'Supreme Saint' and 'Divine God' stages and enter the 'Supreme Divine Realm' to be considered a true deity and freely demonstrate divine power," the old lady said softly, "Little guy, your opponent, the King of the Divine Realm, the Light God King, possesses at least the power of the 'Supreme Divine Ninth Stage'. You are still very far from him."
"I will definitely practice diligently to improve soon," Rody asked softly, "Grandmother, please teach me the method to enter the Divine Realm while still remaining in the human world."
"..." Black dragon Alfred and Xudela pricked up their ears to listen, although they were far from the divine tier, let alone the saintly king tier.
"You will be able to comprehend the method on your own later, and of course, there is nothing that cannot be said. As long as you continuously store your abilities that surpass the 'saintly king tier' and maintain them at the saintly tier level, you will not ascend automatically. I see that you have stored a vast amount of magical power within you, your method is very clever, why ask me, this old woman?" The old woman smiled, and although she did not explicitly say so, Rody became even more certain that this old woman was no less powerful than the bitter saint.
"Thank you, grandma, Rody is curious and wants to know why angels don't come to disturb the saints' rest, is there any agreement with them?" Rody tactfully probed the secrets of the divine tomb.
"There is no such agreement. Angels and other racial powerhouses used to attack the divine tomb frequently, but all the invaders lie here now, those without tombstones and introductions. Not all angels are bad; there are fairy tribes, once followers of the Wishful Goddess. Their holy mother is the successor of the Wishful Goddess." The old woman's words shocked Alfred and Xudela, making their hair stand on end.
Fortunately, they did not enter the divine tomb to snatch the dragon crystal, otherwise, they might have ended up like the other invaders, killed by this mysterious old woman.
They saw that over three hundred crystal coffins without crystal tombstones in the distance, obviously, those were the invaders, all turned into corpses by the guardian of the divine tomb and sealed in these crystal coffins.
Among these tombless crystal coffins, a small part were angels, at least with six wings, and the most impressive was the golden eight-winged honor seraph.
Some were giant dragons and hell demons, and a few were monster lords and human powerhouses. Regardless of the race, all were exceptional, their souls sealed inside the crystal coffins as living corpses. The capabilities of this old woman were beyond the imagination of Alfred and Xudela.
Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author's consent. Report any sightings.
With such a powerful guardian, it's no wonder no one dares to disturb the saints' rest here.
"Before you came, I already asked for you, only fifteen old fellows are willing to get up and go on an expedition to hell. These old fellows have lost their ambition, lying here for too long, their bones have rusted. Don't expect them to be of much help to you. However, they are quite interested in entering the divine realm in the future. I say, young man, if you don't mind the trouble, resurrect those invaders' corpses as puppet minions! These guys are particularly incompetent, only capable of such a small role, just make do and use them." The old woman said, making Rody very happy.
Alfred and Xudela were about to commit suicide, even the golden eight-winged honor seraph was considered a particularly incompetent guy, then what would be considered powerful?
But Rody was not surprised.
This mysterious old woman was probably a 'divine tier' approaching 'godly tier' powerhouse. 'Saintly tier' and 'saintly king tier' level angels, of course, were not in her eyes.
Now, Rody somewhat understood why human powerhouses were not persecuted by angels, why people kept growing to the saintly tier without harm. The reason is actually very simple; human powerhouses reaching the divine tier did not ascend directly to the divine realm but stayed in the human world, guarding their descendants, until a successor appeared to ascend.
Therefore, generation after generation of guardianship, humans appear to be in a difficult situation, but powerhouses continue to emerge.
Even accumulating to this day, the saintly tier has at least three individuals, namely the 'bitter saint', 'storm saint', and this mysterious old woman. And the strong ones who reached the 'saintly king tier', not counting the 'wise saint' and Rody, humanity has at least eleven more, excluding the Pope and the Whispering Saint, the rest of the nine are all in the ruins of the divine realm.
The powerful ones who reached the saintly tier are even more numerous, almost without exception, all of them are bitterly cultivating in the ruins of the divine domain.
Upon careful consideration, the human guardians of the previous generation must be Philek's Blue and Silver-Eyed Singer and others, and of course, perhaps also the saints who have already died in battle and rest here.
"Tristela, father of Norn, personally founded the Norn Empire. In his lifetime, he was a sword saint, a fifth-tier saint, and 1,600 years ago, he died in battle alongside the seraph Victor, resting here everlastingly..." This is the inscription of one of the fifteen saints willing to follow Rody to attack hell. It's this old fellow known as the father of Norn, who has been dead for over 1,600 years, yet willing to rise up and venture into hell and the divine realm, Rody couldn't help but admire him for a second.
"Rise, the divine son has arrived." The old woman tapped the crystal coffin with her staff, sending in a beam of golden light. The slumbering soul inside instantly awakened, entered the body, regained consciousness, and then opened the crystal coffin, slowly sitting up.
"My head really hurts, how long have I slept this time?" Tristela, the father of Norn who had been dead for over 1,600 years, asked, twisting his neck.
"I guess not too long, because I can still smell the wine I drank last time!" Another old fellow sat up.
Rody stepped forward to look and found this old fellow even more impressive, having been dead for over 2,000 years.
When the fifteen former saints stood in front of Rody, looking at him curiously, Alfred and Xudela stared dumbfounded at these old fellows. Here, even the one who died the latest had been dead for over 1,200 years, and there were two who had died more than 3,000 years ago. These resurrected old fellows were all powerful saints, the weakest among them could defeat Alfred and Xudela in their prime with one hand.
"Remember, I resurrected your bodies purely for battle, don't use these resurrected bodies to make a fool of yourselves in the world. You have to behave like senior saints in front of the younger generation." The old woman was not very polite, giving them a piece of her mind.
"Rest assured, guardian, we old fellows are all dead, it's not like we'll marry and have children in the world. Please be assured, although our old faces are not remembered by the world, we still have some considerations and won't bring shame upon ourselves!" Tristela, the father of Norn, laughed heartily and joked with his companions, "We have fought angels for many years and hardly ever gained the upper hand. Attacking hell was just a wishful thinking, but this young fellow has done it. Tell me, what is this kid's brain made of? How can he be so clever?"
"He is a bit clever, but the main reason is that you are dumb, that's why you couldn't defeat the combined forces of angels and demons." The old woman hummed lightly.
"As long as we can win the battle, age doesn't matter." A law saint from 3,000 years ago patted Rody's shoulder, smiling, "Whatever you need us to do, just command. We are now your soldiers, young human commander."
"With the support of the saints like this, it's truly a blessing for humanity, and Rody is also very moved." Rody shook hands with each of the fifteen resurrected saints.
"Divine son, with your current strength, resurrecting a hundred high-tier undead to serve as puppet knights is most suitable. Please follow me." The mysterious old woman led Rody to the tombless invaders' crystal coffins and introduced them one by one for him to freely choose a hundred strong undead spirits as death knights. In the end, she said to Rody, "The armor left by the Wishful Goddess in the ruins of the divine realm, I believe you have seen it. The Storm Goddess also left a divine artifact here. When you return from your expedition to hell, I will unseal it and give it to you as a weapon for the counterattack against the divine realm. For now, it's best not to use divine artifacts too much, focusing more on training and improvement is the most necessary thing..."
"Thank you, grandma." Rody was overjoyed, having divine artifacts was of course desirable, although he couldn't use them now, having them for the counterattack against the divine realm was certainly better.
"Resurrecting a hundred high-tier undead will take some time, you should prepare first." The old woman then turned to instruct black dragon Alfred and Xudela, saying, "You two, as attendants, help move the corpses to the altar. Seeing you two looking so clueless, you're really not qualified as attendants!"
"We are attendants? And not qualified?" Black dragon Alfred and Xudela almost fainted upon hearing this.
"You really don't do a good job!" Tristela, the father of Norn, actually nodded in agreement: "Back in my day, my eight knights understood what to do just from a gesture or a look from me. You two are far from that level!"
"Being attendants is fine!" Xudela thought it over, following Rody, who would eventually enter the divine realm, as an attendant wasn't too bad. Who knows, one day he might become a divine messenger, or even a divine general. After all, in the human world, the lands of the seven races, and the divine realm, he would be revered as a god, wouldn't that be impressive? Although now they were merely attendants, this miraculous boy Rody was no ordinary person!
"Rody, remember what you promised us, about Peshansos..." The thing that black dragon Alfred was most concerned about was still his former lover.
"I say, young man, your attendants really don't know any manners! Calling their master by name is a great disrespect, and putting personal matters above the master's affairs is outrageous. No, you must properly teach them, starting from the most basic things. I dare say, they are worse than the clumsiest of servants! Look, they can't even carry a corpse properly!" Tristela, the father of Norn, sighed.
Rody was about to say that it wasn't like that when the 3,000-year-old law saint patted his shoulder, sympathetically saying, "Teach them slowly. Although black dragons and the nine-headed beast are quite dumb, their memory is fair. If you teach them slowly, they can still be of some use."
Hearing this, Xudela and Alfred almost collapsed on the spot.