Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

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Grey quickly regained his composure.

Although he didn't know what method Sylvus used to ignore the barrier and bring him to Aisral Continent, wasn't that exactly what he wanted?

"Hahaha, Sylvus, I must thank you. If it weren't for you, it might have taken me thousands of years to enter this continent," Grey laughed.

He spread his wings, releasing a powerful aura. In an instant, the entire sky darkened. Now that his true body had arrived, with the power of a high god, he was confident that even if Sylvus was strong, he wouldn't be able to match him.

"If you really want to thank me, hand over the artifact that can break the Elf Clan's seal," Sylvus said with a smile, completely unfazed by Grey's powerful aura. story-by-NovelFire

"Hmph, you think you can command me? Let me show you what true despair feels like!" Grey sneered. He swung his wings, and a black beam shot towards Sylvus.

Although it was just a casual strike, Grey was confident it would be enough to kill Sylvus. After all, he was a high god, while Sylvus showed no sign of divine power. No matter what tricks Sylvus had, they were meaningless in the face of absolute strength.

"Don't bother with such petty tricks," Sylvus said, casually waving his hand.

The black beam shattered instantly, and Grey frowned.

"How is this possible? Could he also be a god-level expert? Even a mid-level god wouldn't necessarily be able to block that attack."

Seeing Sylvus easily shatter his strike, Grey's brows furrowed. However, he quickly smirked. If small tricks didn't work, he would just use a bigger one.

"Angel's Spear!"

With a light shout, Grey's wings flapped once again, and a powerful black spear quickly formed in his hand. Its intense aura made many feel suffocated, and even the space around it began to shatter.

"Die!"

With a shout, Grey threw the spear, which turned into a black lightning bolt as it sped toward Sylvus.

"Let's see you survive this!" Grey thought to himself as he saw that Sylvus didn't even move. He had used eighty percent of his strength in that attack. Even a high god would be seriously injured if not killed. He couldn't believe that Sylvus was stronger than a high god.

Watching the black spear approaching, Sylvus didn't panic. Instead, he casually cracked open a sunflower seed. As the black spear reached him, he simply spat out the shell.

In the next second, the black spear collided with the sunflower seed shell. No powerful explosion occurred. Instead, a strong suction force emanated from the shell, instantly absorbing the spear's power.

"What... how is this possible? Could it be an artifact?" Grey's previously confident expression turned to shock as he stared at the sunflower seed in Sylvus's hand. If it really was an artifact, then Sylvus had far too many of them.

Mo'er and the others couldn't help but smile at the sight. If Grey knew that Sylvus's sunflower seeds could even withstand a Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, he wouldn't be so surprised.

"You should take your spear back," Sylvus said. The next moment, the spear that had disappeared reappeared, turning into a black beam that shot back towards Grey.

"Oh no!"

Grey's heart sank as the spear approached. His wings quickly formed a shield to protect him.

The spear struck the shield, and the impact sent Grey flying backward, black feathers scattering in the air.

"Cough... How is this possible? Are you from the Divine Realm?" Grey managed to steady himself, his face pale. He coughed up blood, looking at Sylvus in disbelief.

"Is that all you've got? I'll give you one more chance—if you can injure me, I'll let you go," Sylvus said calmly.

Sylvus spoke, and a transparent barrier appeared, enclosing the area within 200 meters of the shop. He didn't want to accidentally send Grey flying out of the shop's range. If that happened, Grey might be able to escape, and Sylvus wouldn't have any way to catch him.

Grey gritted his teeth, realizing that Sylvus's strength far exceeded his own. He suspected Sylvus might indeed be from the Divine Realm. After all, the Angels had formed alliances with many races in the past. Sylvus was probably here to help them.

"It seems I have no choice but to take a risk!" Grey muttered to himself before suddenly kneeling on the ground, his eyes filled with devotion as he looked up at the sky.

"My King, your most loyal servant beseeches you for greater power, to cut down all those who stand in my way!"

"Boss, he's trying to borrow a greater power. If we don't stop him, and he succeeds in borrowing power from a stronger being, it could be trouble," Elena said anxiously.

"Borrowing power? Good. I hope he borrows the power of his so-called God King. I want to see just how strong that God King is," Sylvus laughed.

It didn't matter who Grey borrowed power from. Inside Sylvus's shop, Sylvus was the strongest.

Soon, a purple glow emanated from Grey, and a massive purple vortex appeared in the sky. Its terrifying aura spread across the entire Aisral Continent, causing all beings to shiver in fear.

Grey's eyes lit up as he looked at the purple vortex above. The next second, a beam of light descended from the vortex, enveloping him, causing his power to surge wildly.

Grey's body shook, and the number of wings on his back, which had originally been eight pairs, increased to twelve pairs under the effect of this power. His strength had multiplied several times over.

"Hahaha, the power of a God King of the Fallen Angels is mine! Let's see who can stop me now!"

Feeling the immense power within him, Grey couldn't help but laugh. His voice echoed like rolling thunder, causing the space around him to collapse. Even Aisral Continent seemed to let out a mournful wail, as if it could no longer withstand such power.

"You look pretty strong," Sylvus said, shaking his head. Kids like this needed some proper discipline.

"Get down here!"

Sylvus's soft command caused Grey, who had been boasting, to tremble. The next moment, to his horror, his body began to plummet toward Sylvus.

"H-how is this possible? Even with the power of a God King, I'm still not your match?" Grey cried out in disbelief.

"Do you think growing more wings makes you any less of a birdman?" Sylvus said with a smirk as Grey landed in front of him.

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Author's Note:

Alright, folks, today has been the toughest day of my life 😭. I hope I get a bit of appreciation for this—I added four extra chapters 😩. I'm honestly on the verge of death after 17 hours of non-stop writing 🥵💀. Well, at least I'm pretty sure you'll feel some sympathy for me, right? Please, support me with your donations and love ❤️. Respect my effort and keep me alive, I beg you 😂🙏✨.

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