Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 902 498: Treating the Gods Like Ants (Part 2)

The layers of continents formed from the Material Realm, even today, are still vibrant, with countless races living, multiplying, and competing freely within them.
Even the Upper Continent, bathed in glory, and the Lower Continent, known as the Dark Land, are equally filled with Spirituality, giving birth to many powerful races rising to prominence within them. The dominion of the demonic races is located on the Lower Continent, with their strongest claiming the title of Demon Emperor, ruling over the Dark Land.
However, the Dark Land is merely a Land of No Light, and its resources and races are second to none. Therefore, it can be said that any continent in the Space-Time Realm is stronger than the Dusk World that Noah has currently taken control of.
Unfortunately, this Space-Time Realm is Odin's private land, a place that was once the foundation of his God system. The returning Odin undoubtedly considers it a forbidden fruit; otherwise, he wouldn't continuously dispatch Split Souls to attempt a turnaround.
"You want the Sun!"
Upon hearing Noah's request, although reasonable, Odin still fell silent. In any civilization nurtured within a Material World, the Divine taking the form of the Sun, even if not the foremost within the mythological system, is certainly among the top three, a first-class Divine.
Although Noah is the Dragon King, even if he replaces the Sun, it will not cause any conflict or competition within the Divine Position Domain, but allowing one Epic to replace the Sun, illuminating hundreds of continents over time, will this Space-Time Realm still be his world?
"Unwilling? If unwilling, then forget it."
Seeing Odin hesitate, Noah immediately responded indifferently.
The Space-Time Realm is indeed excellent, as the Black King mentioned, having the potential to be promoted to a Great World, but the Void is vast, endless. As the Dragon King, where can he not go, what can he not obtain? Why be fixated here.
Finding a genuine Great World, excluding Heaven, is certainly feasible, although it would take some more time, but time, for a Dragon King, is the cheapest commodity.
"No, I agree, but I feel that merely letting you hold the Sun is not enough!"
Odin's remaining single eye stared at Noah's White Emperor Split Soul, tall, handsome, and majestic,
"You've invested so much energy into this Split Soul, even now you haven't given up reclaiming it, aren't you planning anything?"
"Hmm? Why suddenly so generous?"
Noah found it strange, this old man couldn't be called generous, in some respects, he was a bit stingy. Initially, he was even reluctant to let Noah touch the Divine Artifact, only after the artifacts rebelled did he relent,
"What do you think my Split Soul is suitable for?"
"Master of Mountains and Rivers and the Ocean!"
"If you truly wish to give, just the mountains and rivers would suffice, as for the Ocean, keep it to yourself."
Odin's Main Divine Position lies with Storm and Thunder, only on the vast sea can the storm be the strongest, but the main reason isn't these factors.
If Noah's true form embodies the Sun, and his Split Soul controls the Mountains and the Ocean, then what becomes of Odin, the Divine King who has now returned? What position should he occupy?
"Two noble majesties, before dividing the world's authority, do you not question our opinions? Or in your eyes, is this place already a possession within your grip, where we can only yield?"
A divine light, piercing through time and space, unstoppable even by fate, shines from the Dark Abyss Prison Ruins; at its base connects the past, and at its tip emerges a Divine Spear piercing into the future.
Yet this oppressively powerful Eternal Spear does not appear alone; an elder riding an eight-legged Heavenly Horse holds it firmly.
This elder, burly and robust, while his white beard hangs down the chest, only adds a touch of gravity and wisdom to him without undermining his martial air.
Beneath a spacious and drifting black robe, can be seen a set of Bronze Armor perfectly wrapping the elder's robust frame.
Caw~ Caw~
The dry and raspy croak of ravens sounds, two gray ravens land on the elder's shoulders one by one, accompanied by war wolf howls, two giant wolves appear beside the Heavenly Horse, their glowing green eyes fixating intently on the White Dragon Lord walking upon the waves.
When this Divine Artifact Master, whose image mirrors that of an Ancient God King from the myths, appears, one by one, Divine Artifact Masters replicating former Divine images emerge sequentially, amidst grand and magnificent divine lights of various colors, with immense divine might suffocating any Legend.
A brawny man, red-haired with a red beard, riding a Golden Goat War Chariot, holding Mjolnir; a Giant with snow-white skin, holding a Horn and a Battle Sword; the Lord of the Underworld, half living, half corpse... It seems as if the ancient gods reappear in the world, the intersecting divine lights make the once dark and sunless Dark Abyss Prison Ruins shine brilliantly.
"Oh, Odin, I finally enjoy the same treatment as you had in the past."
Surrounded by twenty-eight Divine Artifact Masters, Noah was unfazed; instead, he looked at Odin, nailed upside down on a cross, and laughed.
"Who are you exactly?"
Seeing himself trapped, clearly in peril, yet the unruffled Mountain Master Noah, whose demeanor bears no resemblance to any one God from ancient myths, asked with a frown, without a question.
The unknown is most terrifying; after this White Emperor, self-proclaimed Master of Mountains, manifested, his exhibited abilities and personality traits did not align with any ancient God.
Yet his actions are decidedly not something ordinary people can achieve, not a matter of talent or aptitude that can be carried out. Without extraordinary origins, background spanning through time and space, it's fundamentally impossible.
"No matter who he is, let's kill him. Can he be stronger than this demon masquerading as Odin?"
Thunder roared, the red-haired, red-bearded, Mjolnir-wielding brawny man spoke coldly.
As the Thunder God's voice fell, the Hunting Goddess riding the Moonlight Unicorn War Chariot drew her bow and aimed, a sharp arrow light pointed at the White Emperor's brow.
Buzz~
The surging rivers reversed, transforming into a water curtain, blocking the arrow light shot by this Goddess, and at that moment, the Thunder God's lightning followed suit. Noah's brow furrowed as the water curtain was shattered by the thunder, and the lightning fell, the White Emperor swung his Battle Halberd to deflect, frowned, and looked at Odin,
"Do whatever you want."
Odin closed his sole eye, withheld from watching the scene ahead.
The one before him isn't he who lacked restored Divine Power; he knows how much this White Emperor cherishes his embodiment.
"I want to settle all of them, can you accept?"
"I don't want to see them again."
"If I act, you won't have a chance for reckoning."
The White Emperor grinned, even while bounded amidst the Gods' collective offense, dodging and repelling with great difficulty, his aspect remained extraordinarily composed and tranquil, unrestrained as if not entrapped, but rather it was the Gods assaulting him in crisis.
"None of them qualified for reckoning."
"Tsk, alright then!"
As soon as the words fell, the river beneath evaporated in the Gods' attack, revealing the White Dragon form of the White Emperor, who issued a long chant.
In an instant, the Void shook, Pure Gold light tearing through everything. A supreme majesty beyond any God, encompassing all beings, descends at this moment.
Within the shattered Void, a vast Sun emerges, and within the great Sun, a regally noble Dragon King overlooks the Gods, reminiscent of myth reborn, indifferent, aloof, regarding them as mere dust.
These false gods wielding True Divine Artifacts, indistinguishable from the ancient gods, in the face of this Sun, exposed their grotesque forms; their holiness, their authority, their high status and strength, all disappear at this moment.
The ancient Divine King fell from the Heavenly Horse, the ravens on his shoulders shivered, the fierce wolves alongside him drooped their tails, whimpered, like defeated hounds, devoid of any ferocity and menace.