I will swear to protect the beauty with my life

Chapter 918 Audience with the Gods

The man fell to the ground, seemingly badly injured, and did not get up for a long time. He lay on the ground, panting greedily, and blood seeped uncontrollably from his mouth. Combined with the blood flowing from his body, it quickly stained the pristine white ground of the temple red.

But Fang Wuwei didn't care. In the dream and in the temple, his buffs were fully stacked. Now everything here was under his command and according to his wishes. As long as he wanted, the bloodstain was insignificant and could be eliminated in an instant. What mattered was the thing in that person's hand.

Judging from the aura emanating from that thing, it was clearly a divine artifact. It was a small triangular command flag with a flagpole that resembled jade but was not. The flag itself was made of some unknown fabric and constantly shimmered with an understated luster.

Fang Wuwei was very familiar with the aura of that small flag. He had thoroughly understood this hazy divine intent in the abyss. Coupled with the words the world consciousness had just spoken to him, Fang Wuwei was no fool. He immediately realized that the small flag was the artifact of the Dream God, the key to his conquest of the abyss and victory over the God of Fire.

With this, one can become immune to the corruption of the abyss...

Thinking of this, Fang Wuwei felt a little better. He tapped the armrest of the throne twice with his slender fingers, and a stream of divine power flowed from his fingertips, down the throne, and into the person's body.

The immense divine power within the temple was enough to support the use of his more powerful spells, enhancing ordinary healing spells to the level of divine magic. Even if he didn't specialize in healing spells, or only knew a little bit, healing a human would be a piece of cake for him.

After receiving Fang Wuwei's healing magic, the person's violent and painful breathing stopped abruptly. She felt her body healing at a speed beyond her comprehension. A warm and powerful force was flowing through her limbs and bones at an incredible speed. Wherever it passed, the tearing pain receded rapidly like a tide, and her broken body regained its strength. Even the deepest fatigue was greatly reduced.

The woman froze. As her injuries healed and the pain subsided, her mind cleared again. Realizing what had happened, she finally raised her head after a long period of stunned silence, her gaze instantly and uncontrollably falling on Fang Wuwei, who was sitting on the throne.

In her eyes, everything on the throne was blurry. Fang Wuwei's face was indistinct, and his figure was shrouded in a vast expanse of surging thunderclouds containing an aura of destruction. She could only barely make out a majestic human figure. Above the thunderclouds was a majestic divine crown made of pure, blazing lightning, and bright eyes hidden behind the thunderclouds, calmly watching her.

A terrifying pressure emanated from the divine throne, making it hard to breathe, and the undeniable pressure penetrated deep into her heart.

This bizarre situation left her stunned for a long time, her mind briefly blank once again. She gasped for breath and looked around, only to realize she was in a completely unfamiliar place...

The magnificent walls engraved with ancient and solemn runes and murals, the endless rows of platinum-armored guards standing on both sides, and the dense, heart-pounding magical aura that filled the entire space... everything was just like what was written in myths and legends...

So, who is this person in front of us...?

Thinking of this, she swallowed hard. A thought that almost stopped her heart rushed into her mind, filled with disbelief and relief. Her voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Are you... a god?"

Fang Wuwei didn't speak, but just kept staring at her. The temple remained eerily silent, with only the invisible majesty permeating the air as if it were real. This silence made her even more helpless, and the immense pressure almost suffocated her.

She slowly got up from the ground. The bloodstain was silently fading and disappearing before her eyes, as if it had never existed. The ground quickly returned to its pristine state, making her hurriedly pat her clothes... It seems this deity is quite clean; she couldn't let herself be disrespectful...

"Tell me about it."

Just then, Fang Wuwei finally spoke. His deep, resonant voice boomed from behind the thunderclouds, accompanied by the rumble of thunder, striking her ears like a thunderclap. To her, this was an unquestionable and inviolable command.

"Where did this flag come from?"

"Yes... Your Majesty, please... allow me to elaborate..."

The woman's voice trembled as she lowered her head in fear and unease, large beads of sweat dripping from her face. The majesty of the gods was too heavy for a mortal to bear, yet deep within her heart, an indescribable excitement surged uncontrollably.

Then, the person began to recount everything about himself.

The man's name was Thorin Josk, the sole heir of an insignificant magical family. Originally, Thorin and her parents were just an ordinary magical family, so ordinary that if you threw a stone on the street, you could hit twenty people similar to her.

However, not long ago, a prophecy began circulating among magicians, saying that a divine artifact had flowed out from the cracks of the world and fallen to earth, and whoever could find the artifact would gain the favor of the gods.

The prophecy is said to have originated from the most powerful mage, Morisummer, and thus spread like wildfire throughout the world, instantly igniting the deepest desires and greed in the hearts of almost all mages. The search for the artifact became the goal pursued by countless people.

This craze swept through the magician community, creating an unprecedented frenzy. Thorin's parents naturally wanted to take a chance, but unexpectedly, they fell into an abyss as a result.

They were incredibly lucky; amidst the fierce competition among countless powerful forces, ancient families, and peerless experts, they unexpectedly obtained this divine artifact.

And their luck was also terrible, because the artifact ended up in their hands.

It's easy to imagine what will happen to small families like theirs who happen to obtain this divine artifact.

Powerless, incompetent, and not even strong enough, yet they became the victors, like children carrying gold through the market. Driven by such immense temptation, the extermination of their entire family was inevitable.

Only Thorin, clinging to his last hope, fled with the artifact, but was still relentlessly pursued until his final moments, when the banner glowed and brought him to this place.

"My Lord God... this is... all I know..."

Thorin remained fearful, her hand trembling as she held the flag, her body bowed low. As she recounted her story, the scenes of her family's destruction and the deaths of her loved ones replayed before her eyes, and tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, her voice gradually choking with emotion. However, after such a long period of escape, it was truly remarkable that she did not break down in front of him.

Fang Wuwei propped his head up and listened quietly to the whole thing. As soon as he heard the word "morisummer", he realized that the other party came from the other world... He didn't expect that in such a short time, "morisummer" would confirm the title of the world's strongest and become famous. A single rumor caused the whole world to boil over.

It seems the Far East Society is doing a great job, replacing Ye Tian as the world's overlord... I wonder how things are going over there now.

The World Consciousness had previously told him that it would use its own methods to find the Dream God's artifact for him. It seems that it did a good job, packing everything up and delivering it to Fang Wuwei.

Fang Wuwei's mood improved as a result. He reached out to Thorin, and the artifact in her hand immediately flew out and landed precisely in Fang Wuwei's hand.

Mortals like Thorin naturally don't know how to use artifacts, and even if they did, they wouldn't have enough power to wield them, which is why they ended up with their families destroyed and their lives ruined.

Thorin felt his hand go empty and instinctively looked up in alarm at the throne. He then realized his lapse in composure and quickly lowered his head again, feeling uneasy.

"Lift your head."

Fang Wuwei looked at Thorin and sighed softly in his heart. The world consciousness never regards ordinary life as life. Don't be fooled by the world consciousness's humility towards him. In the eyes of all beings except the Child of the World, the world consciousness controls the fate of the world and cannot be resisted. It is the true Heavenly Dao.

If he hadn't happened to fall asleep, giving the world consciousness the opportunity to enter his dream, Thorin would probably have died at the hands of someone else, and then the artifact would have changed hands until the world consciousness brought the artifact's wielder to Fang Wuwei.

Who the wielder is is irrelevant; what matters is the artifact itself. This makes no difference to the world's consciousness, and it's the same for him. Fang Wuwei has no idea how many people have died before this, but the Thorin standing before him now is the one who suffered the loss of his family and home because of him.

Thinking of Thorin's words, "Those who obtain divine artifacts will be favored by the gods," Fang Wuwei decided to go along with it and give Thorin some compensation.