"Roar!"

The dragon's roar sounded.

Joelson frowned and turned around. He found that Archibald's figure had retreated far away.

Covered in wounds, he glared at Joelson fiercely and left without looking back.

Since the matter of the ruins had been exposed, there was no need for him to continue fighting with Joelson.

The spectating saint-level masters lost their interest in watching the battle between the two of them. Streams of light streaked across the sky like a meteor shower.

They were many saint-level masters rushing towards the ruins.

"Let's go and take a look!"

Oswede quickly rushed to his side and said anxiously.

Joelson nodded and flew in that direction with him.

On the way, Oswede explained to Joelson.

"The location of the Saint Realm was on the rift that was torn apart by the Otherworld's daemons. Although there are four thrones guarding it, the spatial rift will still fluctuate from time to time. Every time it fluctuates, it is possible to shake out those small worlds hidden in the cracks between the planes."

"In these types of ancient ruins, some are formed by powerful spatial magic devices, and some are even small worlds created by the ancient experts themselves."

Joelson's heart trembled. "Creating small worlds with their own strength?"

"Yes."

How could there still be a hint of drunkenness on Oswede's face, "For example, the Silver Throne created a portable space, which is much larger than an ordinary spatial storage magic device. However, in order to create small worlds, one must at least reach the strength of a god."

"The laws in these small worlds opened by a god may be somewhat different from those in the outside world. The power of magic elements is also incomplete but they can still survive. I heard the Silver Throne mention that this is the power of a god."

Speaking up to this point, Oswede only had eyes on Joelson. He said solemnly, "Belief in the divine kingdom!"

"They came to cultivate believers, collect the power of belief, and condense divine sparks!"

"And once a god dies, the divine power attached to the small world can still maintain its existence for a long time."

"Generally speaking, the divine kingdom can also judge the strength of a god."

Oswede pointed at the ten-colored pillars of light in the distance, he explained, "Each color represents the existence of a type of law. The more law power the divine kingdom contains, the more stable the small world is. This small world contains all ten types of law power."

Joelson's eyes revealed a hint of shock. He sighed and said, "Even among the gods, it is an extremely amazing existence."

Joelson's eyes flickered. He felt that the world in front of him had become much wider.

The road ahead of him was much higher than he had imagined.

More than half of the saint-level powerhouses of the Saint Realm had appeared. Even the Four Great Thrones had appeared.

Fortunately, the place where the ten-colored pillars of light appeared was very far from the human towns. Other than some wandering adventurers, not many people had seen them.

The saint-level mages who had rushed there at the first moment had already covered up the strange phenomenon of the pillars of light. Even those who had seen them would only wonder if their eyes were playing tricks on them.

Many saint-level mages had already gathered there. No one dared to approach them, and all of them were far away from the pillars of light.

Joelson saw Archibald, who had already returned to his human form, standing in the middle of a group of burly people. He was staring at him with hatred.

His current appearance could be called terrifying.

His entire body was covered in wounds with his skin and flesh curled up. Blood was dripping all over his body.

Archibald's miserable appearance naturally attracted the curiosity and attention of many people. The saint-level masters who were watching earlier whispered about it and spread the news of the battle.

Instantly, countless shocked, shocked, and amazed gazes surrounded Joelson.

Joelson sensed a certain gaze and looked over.

Holy Zither was slowly turning her head.

"He's Joelson Edward? He looks too young!"

"He hasn't even entered the Saint Realm for three days and has already defeated Holy Zither and Archibald. It's unbelievable!"

"Joelson can be said to be the number one person under the thrones!"

"This is too terrifying!"

The discussions around Joelson continued.

When the light in the sky became brighter, it suddenly stopped.

The entire sky suddenly lit up. The holy light even covered the sun.

An unimaginable pressure poured down from the sky and Joelson's body suddenly trembled.

He felt as if he was carrying a huge mountain on his back and the terrible pressure wanted to force him to kneel down.

Joelson turned his head with difficulty and found that everyone was looking up at the sky, with only admiration and awe on their faces.

Only he could feel this pressure.

Joelson's eyes gradually turned golden and he straightened his back bit by bit.

He silently chanted a name in his heart.

The Light Throne!

As the light in the sky continued to increase, the pressure on his back also increased, and just when he was about to break down...

In a corner of the sky, the white light dissipated and became transparent.

The clear sky was like a clear water surface.

Joelson knew that it was the Silver Throne, Archer, who had come.

He let out a sigh of relief, and Joelson's eyes became even more determined.

It was only then that Oswede noticed that Joelson's face was pale. He was in a worse state than he had been after the battle with Archibald.

"What's wrong with you?"

Joelson shook his head and did not answer.

A cry of surprise rang out.

Another corner of the sky that was covered by white light was occupied by darkness.

It was even darker than black. When one stared at that darkness, despair would rise in one's heart.

Three figures appeared in the sky. They were respectively covered by light. One could only feel their powerful aura, but one could not see their faces clearly.

At this moment, the sky that was divided by the three colors was forcefully squeezed into a red color.

It burned the sky, and a large area of burning clouds covered a corner of the sky. It was extremely gorgeous.

Two figures rushed over at the same time. One was like a leaping flame, while the other was dressed in a silver-white robe.

The aura of the two overpowered any of the other three.

The Four Great Thrones and the Dragon King had all come.

This was the first time that Joelson had experienced the power of the divine realm directly.

Powerless.

Right now, he would probably be killed by a casual blow in front of the experts of the divine realm.

If his various elemental laws reached perfection and his physical strength reached the limit, perhaps he would have a chance to face the throne head-on.

The Four Thrones and the Dragon King seemed to have communicated for a while before they transformed into five streaks of light and charged into the ten-colored light pillar.

"What are we going to do?"

Joelson's gaze stopped on the light pillar and could not help but ask Oswede.

"Wait!"

Oswede said, "When the Four Thrones obtain enough benefits in the ruins, that's when we enter."

Joelson frowned slightly.

Oswede smiled bitterly and said, "Don't feel dissatisfied. There are some opportunities that can not be obtained without sufficient strength. Moreover, without the thrones to clear most of the restrictions and dangers for us, we'd lose at least 30% of the people present."

Oswede scanned his surroundings. "At least 30%."

"Even the things that were left behind by the thrones are extremely precious to us saint-level existences."

"Moreover, compared to the treasures in the ruins, this small world itself is actually the thing that the thrones value the most."

"Divine-realm experts also want to strive for the gods."

Joelson nodded silently.