Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"After all these years, someone has finally come here again. And it's a human," said a young man who appeared before Sylvus, looking at him with a smile.

Sylvus looked at the young man.

Although the other seemed younger than him, Sylvus knew that this must be some ancient monster who had lived for an unknown number of years.

His eyes were filled with an air of having seen all the world, giving a sense of great age.

"Who are you?" Sylvus asked with a frown.

"You don't know who I am?"

Hearing Sylvus's question, the young man looked surprised.

That couldn't be right—how could anyone in the Divine Realm not know who he was?

"Should I know?"

Sylvus asked with some amusement.

He had just arrived in the Divine Realm, so naturally, he didn't know anyone.

However, he could sense that the person in front of him was very powerful.

Hearing Sylvus's question, the young man froze, as he hadn't expected someone not to know who he was, nor someone to ask such a question.

Moreover, seeing Sylvus's expression, it was clear he truly had no idea who he was, leaving the young man a bit helpless.

However, instead of getting angry, the young man seemed amused.

"Young man, listen carefully. I am Horace, the Lord of the Radiant Palace!"

After saying this, Horace looked at Sylvus with a proud expression, waiting for Sylvus to kneel.

Unfortunately, what he got was still just Sylvus's puzzled look.

"The Radiant Palace? Isn't there only one Temple in the Divine Realm? Are you the Divine Lord?"

Sylvus asked, though he thought it unlikely.

The Divine Lord was supposed to be the ultimate boss of the Divine Realm—it wouldn't make sense for Sylvus to meet him this easily.

Hearing Sylvus's question, the pride in Horace's eyes instantly vanished, replaced by disbelief.

This guy really didn't know about the Radiant Palace? Was he even from the Divine Realm?

"The Divine Lord is in the Main Temple. I am the Lord of the Radiant Palace, a Deity Emperor."

Horace said, somewhat displeased.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

Normally, anyone from the Divine Realm who saw him would kneel immediately.

But Sylvus was acting as if he had never heard of him, forcing Horace to explain his identity.

In the Divine Realm, besides the Ten Temples overseen by the Divine Craftsman, there were also twelve subsidiary temples.

After all, the Divine Realm was vast, and the Main Temple alone couldn't manage everything.

Those who could become Lords of subsidiary temples were without exception Deity Emperors—powerhouses, among the strongest in the Divine Realm.

"You're a Deity Emperor?"

Hearing Horace's words, Sylvus finally showed some surprise.

"Of course! Now you see how powerful I am. If you don't satisfy me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Seeing Sylvus's expression, Horace's heart filled with joy.

He once again put on an arrogant demeanor, feeling relieved.

Good, the kid still had some respect.

Though he didn't know about the temples, at least he understood what a Deity Emperor was.

However, Sylvus folded his arms and stroked his chin, circling around Horace, scrutinizing him.

"Pfft. So this is what a Deity Emperor looks like? Doesn't seem that special."

Hearing this, Horace almost spat blood.

What did this guy think a Deity Emperor should look like—what made him so special?

And what was with that look?

He knew Horace was a Deity Emperor, so why wasn't there the slightest bit of respect?

"So, as a Deity Emperor, do you have this much free time? If I'm not mistaken, this Giant Spirit Peak was your doing, right?"

Sylvus asked, looking at Horace.

Though the man was a Deity Emperor, to Sylvus, it didn't mean much.

Even if he wanted to make a move against Sylvus, Sylvus wouldn't be afraid.

One use of Void Spirit Magic would leave the guy dumbfounded.

And if Sylvus wished, a single Word of Death spell would kill him on the spot.

Horace, however, wasn't actually angry. Instead, he found Sylvus quite interesting.

Others would have already knelt before him, but Sylvus didn't care in the least.

"Indeed, this Giant Spirit Peak was created by me. It serves as a place for the temple to select talent."

Horace smiled.

In truth, Horace had set up Giant Spirit Peak out of sheer boredom.

Even as a Deity Emperor, he often found himself lonely.

The Divine Domain opened once every ten years, and Horace had placed a powerful teleportation array here.

Whenever someone reached the summit, he would teleport over personally.

Choosing talent was just an excuse—his main reason was simply to flaunt himself.

Seeing the fear of those who reached the summit and faced him gave him a sense of fulfillment.

Unfortunately, Sylvus wasn't giving him the opportunity to show off.

Sylvus nodded, looking towards the gate, which was pitch dark behind it, with nothing visible.

"I heard there was supposed to be a treasure here once you reached the summit. I'm here now—where's the treasure?"

Sylvus asked, extending his hand towards Horace.

Seeing Sylvus's unceremonious behavior, Horace's mouth twitched.

This was the first time he had encountered someone like this.

"Ahem... If you want the treasure, that's possible, but it won't be easy to obtain. If you can pass the test, you can have the treasure."

Horace said to Sylvus.

"Of course, you could also choose to forgo the test, and I could offer you a chance to join the temple."

"Then I'll take the test."

Sylvus said without hesitation—he had come here for the treasure, not for the temple.

"Good! I appreciate your decisiveness. Follow me inside, then."

Horace laughed heartily.

The gate in front of them shimmered with a spatial fluctuation, and Horace and Sylvus disappeared from the spot.

In the next moment, Sylvus found himself in an enclosed space, with Horace standing not far away.

"Welcome to the trial space. There are three trials in total, each with its own reward. Let's see if you can pass them."

Horace smiled at Sylvus.

"Cut the nonsense, let's get started."

Sylvus waved his hand dismissively.

Horace took a deep breath.

He had to hold back—he couldn't just kill this kid now; that would be too easy on him.

Besides, if he killed the kid, how could he show off?

"Just wait, kid—I'll make you beg me on your knees later!"

Horace thought to himself.

With a wave of his right hand, the space around them was filled with rising flames.

"Young man, if you can endure these White Spirit Flames for a minute, you pass the trial."

Horace smiled at Sylvus.

The White Spirit Flames were his divine fire, and he alone determined their power.

He could already envision Sylvus struggling in the flames, begging for mercy.

Seeing the flames surrounding him, Sylvus smiled—this guy sure had picked the right trial for him.