Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"My lord, who is this Sylvus?" One of the twelve undead kings asked curiously after hearing Grey's words.

"This person's strength is not trivial. All you need to do is find him," Grey said indifferently.

Naturally, he couldn't tell them that Sylvus had destroyed one of his avatars. After all, he had created an image of himself as invincible in the eyes of these undead, and he couldn't afford to tarnish that image. Seeing that Grey didn't want to elaborate, the twelve kings dared not ask further.

Grey then left, and the twelve kings turned their attention back to the passage above.

"Let's continue breaking the barrier. Even if the people of Aisral Continent have some plot, we have the support of our lord. There's no need to worry too much," one of them said.

The others nodded and hesitated no longer, resuming their efforts to shatter the barrier.

By the afternoon of the following day, Boone finally rushed back to Holy City. He didn't stop to rest and immediately went to Sylvus's small shop.

"In such a hurry, it seems you already have a result," Sylvus said with a smile as he looked at Boone.

"Boss, we agree to your second plan. We can lure the twelve kings here to the shop, but we need to do it in your name," Boone said.

"Let's hear it," Sylvus replied.

"Boss, we plan to issue a challenge to the twelve kings in your name. Given their pride, the chances of them accepting are high. They would then come to Holy City seeking you," Boone explained briefly.

Sylvus nodded. This plan wasn't bad, and using his name didn't matter—it was he who would deal with them in the end anyway.

"Since you've decided, handle it yourselves. I'll be here waiting for them," Sylvus said with a smile.

"Rest assured, boss. Once this matter is over, we will hand over all the magic crystals," Boone said.

Without replying, Sylvus watched as Boone quickly left, presumably to make preparations for what was to come. Sylvus then returned upstairs to continue cultivating. After a few days of diligent cultivation, he had already reached the level of a Three-Star Saint Archmage.

Later that night, Boone relayed the message to Elena and the others. Upon learning that Sylvus had no objections, they decided to take action two days later.

The following two days were uneventful, except for a refresh of the system shop on the second night. However, this time there wasn't anything particularly valuable—just some pills that allowed Sylvus to further increase his cultivation.

Soon, the two days had passed. At the Abyssal Lands:

"Is everyone ready?" Elena asked, looking at those around her.

Everyone nodded solemnly, their faces serious. This time, they were gambling—gambling that the undead wouldn't dare make a rash move.

"If we're all ready, let's begin!"

Elena took a deep breath, and radiant lights burst forth around her as powerful attacks were unleashed upon the barrier below. The others did not hesitate, joining Elena in her assault.

The fragile barrier of the Forbidden God's Domain began to shatter. Cracks appeared rapidly, and a black aura began leaking out from below.

"What's happening? Are the people of Aisral Continent insane? Why are they helping us break the barrier?"

"Could it be that they've realized they can't win and decided to give up?"

"Even if they want to give up, there's no need to help us break the barrier, right? Something's not right—we must be cautious!"

The twelve undead kings were shocked when they saw the barrier beginning to shatter. If the people of Aisral Continent weren't resisting, that would be one thing, but they were actually helping break the barrier. No matter how they looked at it, something seemed off.

Something unusual always carries suspicion!

This led the undead kings to stop their own efforts to break the barrier. Meanwhile, the experts of Aisral Continent continued to attack the barrier with all their might, as if they couldn't wait to let the undead come through.

"Boss, what should we do now?" asked an undead king dressed in a black robe.

"Could it be that they have some powerful means to wipe us out in one blow? Everyone be cautious—activate the Undead Sky Formation!" the black-robed leader ordered urgently.

The twelve kings nodded, hesitating no longer. They unleashed their power, creating a powerful barrier at the mouth of the passage. If Elena and the others had seen this, they would have burst into laughter—who would have thought the undead would react this way?

"Boom..."

The already fragile barrier of the Forbidden God's Domain shattered in less than half a day under the combined attacks of Elena and the others. A terrifying aura erupted from the depths of the canyon.

"Everyone, get ready. Remember, we need to act even more arrogant than them!" Elena said urgently, seeing the barrier shattered.

Everyone nodded, doing their best to appear indifferent as they looked disdainfully at the mouth of the abyssal passage.

But ten minutes passed, and no undead came through. The proud expressions on many of the experts' faces began to stiffen.

"What's going on? Didn't these guys want to invade Aisral Continent? Why haven't they come up after all this time?"

"Strange. Could they have changed their minds?"

"Impossible. Everyone, stay on guard. This could be a trick."

"What could they possibly be testing us for? We're already so weak."

Elena and the others were puzzled, and in the undead realm, the twelve undead kings were equally baffled.

"Boss, what's happening? Why aren't they coming down? Are they waiting for us to go up and fall into their trap?" asked one of the undead kings.

"That's possible. Three thousand years ago, it was their schemes that led to our defeat. This time, they must be plotting against us again."

"These guys are truly cunning. If they have the guts, they should fight us head-on instead of using these underhanded tactics."

"Let's wait. As long as we don't go up, they can't do anything to us."

Both sides were thinking along the same lines, resulting in an eerie calm even after the barrier had shattered. The countless undead that should have swarmed Aisral Continent remained still, and the great battle that many had anticipated did not break out.

In Sylvus's potion shop:

"Strange, it's been so long, why is there still no movement?" Sylvus frowned.

Two hours ago, he had received Boone's message that the barrier in the Abyssal Lands had been shattered. Given the speed of Deity-level experts, they should have been here by now. The sun was about to set, yet there wasn't a trace of them.

If Sylvus knew the current situation in the Abyssal Lands, he would be speechless—was everyone playing a waiting game?

And so, the stalemate lasted until the following morning. The situation in the Abyssal Lands finally changed with Grey's return.