Chapter 1973: Chapter 1973: Blow
The Divine King, also known as the first generation Salary King, changed color drastically. In his world, early reverence for Aramon was at best a half bow.
Since he discovered Aramon’s true nature, he has been able to completely control this world and is the sole, unrivaled existence here.
During that time, if he did not permit it, Aramon amounted to nothing. Without the necessity of staying by the burning primordial furnace, Aramon’s worship would not exist.
Until he was burned out, his entire life was a testament to his word—never had anyone refuted him so directly, without restraint, and so blatantly.
"Boy, don’t think just because you took advantage of a narrow space you can consider yourself great. Know thyself," the Divine King inhaled deeply and spoke coldly.
Li Yao showed no sign of backing down. This guy is nothing more than a half-dead undead, burned-out ashes, yet still doesn’t recognize the situation, imagines others as his subordinates. That’s truly ignorant.
"Ridiculous. Without my absorption of sacrificed power, gaining one-third of the worship power, and then severing the golden body’s arm, how could you resist Aramon? Truly laughable to the extreme. Even so, it was me who seized this so-called ancient god form, or else Aramon would have regained true divine strength long ago. By then, not only would you all perish but I would, too, and this world’s last living beings would accompany you inept fellows to the grave."
Li Yao’s words, although unpleasant, were factual. Even if their schemes spanned ages, ultimately they were utterly defeated. Without Li Yao’s variable, they indeed would be finished.
The Salary Kings showed a trace of embarrassment in their eyes. The Divine King trembled with anger, but he was powerless to rebut. They truly lacked the authority to impose anything on Li Yao.
Yet another enchanting figure, tall and veiled in a hooded robe, a Salary King, spoke in an ethereal voice: "Old Five, you are a bit more familiar with this friend, take a look."
The Dance King, troubled, nonetheless said: "Young friend, this evil body must be sealed; you cannot control it."
Li Yao sneered: "Some words are hard to hear and shouldn’t be spoken by me. But since it’s come to this, I’ll say it. Honestly, your vision is too narrow. In your eyes, the entirety of this world, in terms of the main plane, is insignificant. And some truths are unpleasant to state, but currently, your destined-to-disappear plane is merely a main plane’s hunting ground, and those below, including myself, are merely the weakest, still recruits. You should understand the concept. Those true powerful ones have not yet made a move; here is just a hunting ground waiting to collapse, then they will come to hunt."
"And in comparison to the universe void, although our main plane belongs to the large type, in essence, it’s just a speck of sand in the Ganges. While you can reincarnate, take along the remaining beings you can, head to the main plane. It might be limited and challenging for survival there, but it is vastly better than desperately clashing with this foolish so-called deity."
The Salary Kings exchanged glances, their expressions grim. They hadn’t been to the main plane, only a concept, naturally unaware of the specifics.
The Divine King snorted coldly: "Even though the main plane is powerful and grand, boundless, I refuse to believe that our eight generations of Salary Kings can’t find a foothold."
Li Yao laughed, "You refuse to accept being naive. Let’s put it this way—the main plane’s dominant creatures are the Five Great Dragons. They are far more powerful than your world’s so-called Stone Elemental Dragon, each Dragon King can utterly trounce your so-called Aramon. A hundred Aramon attacking a Dragon King together is suicidal. Plus, the Four Great Elemental Lords have not only their Elemental World but are also main plane dominators, with countless armies. Then there are ancient gods, each possessing formidable power. The legion of natural disasters, a truly undead army, numbers fearlessly calculated in billions."
"And then there are both chaos and order gods; even if they are hidden, with divine-level entities, especially when ancient god forms appear, they will surely be besieged. So, even without me, you would fail, and Aramon could not reach the main plane and would be hunted."
"After that, comes the four major camps, each camp formed by multiple dominant races united. The Chaos Camp comprises races from sub-dimensions like yours that unite for warmth."
Li Yao’s words shook their hearts unbelievably; if all he said is true, then how vast and majestic this world must be.
"Even if what you say is true, you also mentioned a Chaos Camp. Given it’s a sub-dimension alliance, why wouldn’t we have a place to stand?" The Divine King said with glimmering eyes.
"You still lack concept. What I mentioned is but a speck of the main plane’s ocean. The main plane also has multiple dreamland worlds as expansive as the main plane itself. Then there’s Heaven, with dozens of hell layers, none weaker than main plane dimensions. As for Abyss, even the smallest Abyss is significantly larger than your world, with discovered Abyss having over two hundred layers. Those true evil gods as main gods; who doesn’t control dozens or hundreds of such dimensions?"
"How is that possible?" The Divine King’s face changed too, hearing this; he found it difficult to imagine or believe.
"Why impossible? You claim you can return to Chaos Camp. Let me tell you reality. Truly influential Chaos Camp races require at least a demigod-level entity to preside. Don’t hold Aramon as a standard; even though he is a god, fully flourishing on the main plane being recognized as the weakest demigod would be good, not to mention he has no body, already a cast-off. World-class entities must number at least ten; elite armies, equivalent to Divine King’s elite forces of millions, are necessary to establish a footing."
"Regarding five million or more, bringing in your dimensional map to integrate into the main plane to maintain complete establishment and racial qualification. Such races, Chaos Camp only has several dozens of them. But how many sub-dimensions, other races? Integrating into Chaos Camp results in being divided, regardless of elites or soldiers. How do you think you can fare?"
The Salary Kings listened with terror and shock. Such a world is too frightening. Although they fancied themselves strong, they ultimately aren’t even on the radar, and what they can take away barely amounts to anything. Their elite army can barely muster three to four million at most.
Even the frenzied Aramon listened silently, not missing a chance to gain insight into the main plane. He too was terrified, especially knowing he was prey in the eyes of main plane powerholders, overwhelmed with humiliation, rage, and panic.
She could discern that these words were true, but precisely because of this, she became confused and helpless.
In fact, the reasoning is simple, a goal unattainable after a lifetime of struggle being just a matter of others’ words. That kind of mindset.
The Dance King looked at the enchantress seriously and asked, "Is this all true?"...