Chapter 522: Ghostly Guardians

Upon approaching the island formed by the ruins of the divine tomb up close, one would discover that beyond the partially obscuring mist lay another thick layer of fog that completely covered the island.
The ruins of the divine tomb, which had once been partially visible from afar, now showed no sign at all. Even at such close range, Donald and the others could sense nothing.
Fortunately, the projection of Truth’s sense still functioned, proving that the island formed by the divine tomb was still ahead. This gave Donald some relief.
Such conditions made it extremely difficult for adventurers entering the Ruins of Oblivion to discover the existence of the divine tomb. Aside from being covered by this strange mist, the location of the ruins itself was not fixed.
If one stood still and observed carefully, they would notice that the mist-covered area was slowly moving. But without a proper reference point, it was hard for ordinary beings to detect this anomaly. Even demi-gods might miss it if they weren’t careful!
The Winter Manifestation of the King of the North frowned and said, “This mist is very strange. I can sense nothing at all!”
The others felt the same way. The God of the Red River explained, “This is a special phenomenon of the Ruins of Oblivion. This mist is extremely peculiar—it spreads throughout the world, cannot be dispelled by any divine spells or artifacts, and can even block the detection and sensing of divine power. Most people just circle in place and cannot go far in half a year. That’s why those who enter here rarely achieve much!”
At this point, the God of the Red River glanced at Donald’s manifestation ahead. He was quite impressed by this true god who could lead everyone to find a powerful ruin so easily, whether through sheer luck or some hidden method!
The God of Warhammers said in a rough voice, “This strange mist cannot be dispelled, but it shouldn’t be dangerous. Only by going there myself can I find out what’s on the island. I’ll go first!”
With that, he strode forward and vanished into the thick mist in the blink of an eye.
Donald nodded at Uther, who immediately followed the God of Warhammers.
As the two demi-gods left the group and stepped onto the island of the divine tomb ruins, the environment around the island changed instantly.

The surrounding mist, which had previously concealed everything, suddenly seemed to be disturbed. It quickly dispersed in all directions around the massive island, and soon the thick fog around it vanished, leaving only a thin layer of mist on the periphery. Donald and the others, who were quite close by, could already sense a presence filled with endless resentment and fear. Though subtle, this sense of resentment permeated every inch of the island. Just imagine how vast such a collective amount of resentment must be!

It wasn’t just the former true gods’ unwillingness to accept their own downfall. There was also hatred toward their enemies, as well as toward all other true gods and living beings. Additionally, those who had once been worshippers, divine messengers, and sacred spirits—now reduced to undead beings along with the master of the tomb—felt a sense of deception and resentment over the downfall of the great and immortal true gods. At the same time, they harbored a glimmer of hope that their beloved gods might one day return to their thrones.

Carrying these complex emotions and intentions, these beings who relied on the true gods for survival were all trapped within the will of the tomb. This would bring even greater negative power to the master of the tomb, while they would continue to serve as its guardians, just as they did in life.

“The situation has changed! Without the mist to conceal it, the aura of this tomb will likely spread far and wide soon, attracting the attention of other competitors. We must take control of this tomb before anyone else does. There’s no need for any testing—let’s attack head-on!”

With that, Donald took the lead and flew toward the island.

The Ruins of Oblivion were only open for half a year. After that time, all living outsiders would be expelled by some unknown force and sent back to where they came from. So they had to hurry!

A few breaths later, the group led by Donald and Charlie, now in their true god forms, landed on the massive island.

Only upon facing it up close could one realize just how enormous the island formed by the tomb was—almost comparable to the size of a kingdom on the main continent.

As soon as they stepped onto the island, the sense of resentment they had felt before directly affected their souls, attempting to influence their minds. In such an environment, ordinary professionals with weaker wills would likely be infected quickly and fall into madness. Even after death, their souls would become puppets of the master of the tomb, serving to protect the ruins just like the worshippers and sacred spirits of the true gods.

Of course, these ideas had little impact on the outstanding strong beings present in this main world. As long as they didn’t stay in such an environment for too long, even the three legends among them could move freely.
“How did you all come here too?”
The Warhammer God and Uther, two demigods who had just arrived at the ruins of the divine tomb and had yet to detect any signs, turned around upon seeing the others behind them and asked.
“The mist outside has dissipated. I’m afraid other teams can sense this place too, so we must speed things up. We all need to work together to take control of this divine tomb!”
It was his companion, the Red River God, who replied to the Warhammer God. Although the two of them had visited the Ruins of Oblivion several times before, they had never discovered such a large-scale divine tomb. They were all tense yet excited.
After entering the ruins of the divine tomb, Donald realized that this place seemed like another dimension from the outside world, akin to a true god’s realm, but with only incomplete rules. The suppression exerted on outsiders was roughly equivalent to that of a lower-tier god’s realm, which showed just how powerful the owner of this divine tomb must have been in life!
Realizing this, Donald didn’t move forward immediately but stood still, waving his hand to release a few red threads.
The others recognized these as the terrifying god-devouring insects that had attacked them before, and they all grew tense and vigilant.
After doing this, Donald frowned. Things weren’t developing as he had expected.
It turned out that after subduing those god-devouring insects, Donald had thought of using their strength to clear a path for them, saving time and dealing with the troubles in these ruins.
But once these insects entered the space of the divine tomb ruins, they all became uncoordinated and unable to fly quickly, hovering in the air weakly.
God-devouring insects could devour entities with divine power and the power of rules. Logically, since these divine remains and tombs were filled with divine power, why did so many of these tombs still exist after all these years?
Soon, Donald figured out the reason!
Divine tombs were formed by the twisted wills filled with resentment after true gods died—this was also a form of willpower. That’s why the god-devouring insects didn’t dare to approach those tombs that still had lingering wills!
This was probably also why those tombs collapsed and were destroyed after losing their owners and their remaining wills.

And indeed, these God-Eating Insects had more than one weakness. The space of the Divine Tomb was isolated from the outside world, and the remaining rules from the former divine kingdoms meant that this space had subtle layers. These terrifying insects, capable of devouring divinity at will, could not penetrate those weak lower-layer spatial forces that even the Golden Sword Saint could easily cut through with a single strike. Clearly, although these insects could devour rules, there were certain rules they couldn’t—space being a fundamental law, and willpower originating from the soul also possessing the characteristics of a supreme law. This meant these God-Eating Insects could at least not devour laws at the level of supreme or fundamental laws. Though it was currently just Donald’s speculation, he knew that even if his estimate wasn’t entirely correct, it would still be fairly accurate. “Let’s go!” Realizing this, Donald abandoned his previous plan, waved his hand to pull those God-Eating Insects back into the space created by the Truth Projection, and headed toward the center of the Divine Tomb with the others. Upon reaching the interior of the Divine Tomb ruins, although their strength was still suppressed, their speed increased significantly. It seemed the rules in the space of the ruins differed from those outside, allowing Donald and his group to move much faster. The island formed by this Divine Tomb was extremely vast. Without the ability to teleport, even with increased speed, it would likely take at least a day or two to reach its core—assuming there were no obstacles along the way. Soon, after traveling about dozens of miles, they encountered the first wave of trouble. “Ugh… Argh…” From beneath the otherwise silent land and rocks of the Divine Tomb, a group of monsters with dark brown shells suddenly emerged. These monsters were illusory in form, clearly not living beings but spiritual entities. They resembled a combination of mantises and scorpions, standing over nine feet tall—more than half as tall as ordinary humans. They had strong shoulders and thin waists, covered in hard shells. The sharp spines protruding from various parts of their bodies made it clear that these creatures were not peaceful by nature but highly aggressive combatants. This didn’t surprise Donald and the others. It was common for true gods to subdue various races with unique abilities to serve them—most notably, battle-savvy guardians of divine kingdoms, with representatives of almost every race aside from humans. “Leave it to us!”

Faced with the sudden attack, Amps and Uther, under Donald’s command, stepped forward to jointly withstand the assault. To deal with these soul entities formed from resentment, the two were undoubtedly the most suitable candidates present. As an Abyssal Demon Forger, Amps wielded the chaotic forces of the abyss, which were highly effective at corrupting souls. Demons were inherently adept at manipulating the souls of intelligent beings, and these spirit guardians of the sacred tombs were nothing but delicious prey to them, just like those who worshipped in the divine realms. As for the resentment energy contained within these spirits, it could even serve as nourishment for the abyssal forces, enhancing their destructive capabilities. As for Uther, there was no need to say more—he possessed the authority of holy light. Among those present, only Donald, a true god with dominion over the natural realm, could rival Uther in terms of purification power.