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    "Forgive my bluntness, the realm of god, or what you call the God domain, is nothing significant."


    The man was hidden in darkness, and his face remained unseen.


    However, judging by his exposed wrist, he seemed quite young.


    Like a young man.


    "Please..." The Prophet grasped the table with both hands, attempting to stand, but his legs had lost their strength.


    Reluctantly, he sat back down in the chair, uttering slowly, "Please, show respect to the god!"


    "I am a merchant; I don’t believe in ghosts or gods, only profit." The man chuckled lightly, his tone openly scornful of the Prophet. "Of course, if you can prove your god is omnipotent, I wouldn’t mind bing a follower, standing by your side. But first, it needs to prove itself."


    Before the Prophet could counter, the man spoke again, "Your god was banished underground five thousand years. The realm you speak of..." He looked up at Osher Reed, who had taken over Devlin’s body, and said calmly, "This one resembles a simr existence to the God domain, doesn’t he?"


    "Indeed!" Osher Reed stood behind the Prophet and spoke coldly, "I do have one, butpared to the God domain, it falls far short. The God domain is the realm of god, where god is omnipotent. My domain has significant limitations."


    "More or less the same." The man ced his teacup down, raised his head, and looked at Osher Reed, "So let me ask you, since you have your own domain, simr to the God domain, did you kill Julius Reed? As far as I know, he never demonstrated the same ability as you, so I assume he doesn’t."


    "Certainly." Osher Reed’s eyes bore a proud indifference.


    But as soon as he spoke, he suddenly realized the fact that Julius Reed was still alive.


    He had justmunicated with them via video moments ago.


    The previous im that Julius Reed had died was nothing but false.


    "Certainly? Haha." The man’s tone was full of ridicule, "Certainly, my ass! Julius Reed was beneath the Dusty tform and took out my elite. Even your so-called almighty sacred sanctuary was broken by him! Do you know how he destroyed it?"


    The Prophet’s face was very unpleasant.


    Beside him, Osher Reed clenched his fist, wishing he could eliminate the person in front of him.


    But he knew he couldn’t do that.


    "I would like to hear the details." The Prophet was utterly exhausted but had no choice but to sit there andmunicate with the person in front of him.


    The feeling of being dependent on others was unpleasant.


    Only when the sacred temple descends again can he change his current predicament!


    Only god can save him.


    "I heard your sacred sanctuary is almost unbreakable." The man’s tone was full of frivolity, as if he highly underestimated it.


    "Indeed." Osher Reed leaned forward, staring intensely at the man. "The ruins of the Nine Spirits’ temple are the sanctuary! The god is not in those structures; even if the buildings are destroyed, the Nine Spirits’ temple remains the Nine Spirits’ temple! The Prophet can rebuild a nonexistent Nine Spirits’ temple from the ruins!"


    He pointed to his head, "Anyone who enters will be affected by illusions, believing they are entering the true Nine Spirits’ temple! Upon entering the temple, except for the devout, no one can escape!"


    "I’ve operated on the ruins of the Nine Spirits’ temple for years, cing god servants at certain spots; anyone who enters recklessly will nevere out for life. Furthermore, those inside can manipte the thoughts of those entering or disguise themselves as theirpanions." The Prophet covered his mouth with his hand, coughing a few times, saying very weakly, "The temple itself holds a certain power, and coupled with the formation, it’s very hard to escape."


    He was actually curious too.


    How did Julius Reed and Pranay Martinez get out?


    "Haha!" The manughed and then suddenly mmed the table, his voice suddenly icy, "Julius Reed used the temple as a chessboard, dividing the temple with threads and then probing with pieces one by one, eliminating all the Martial Artists we had ced inside! After losing this power, the ruins of your so-called sanctuary are just a pile of scraps!"


    The man shouted loudly.


    Osher Reed and the Prophet, hearing this, were extremely surprised.


    He actually divided the temple, found the formation eyes?


    Without those Martial Artists who manipted the formation, the major formation of the Nine Spirits’ temple would naturally be broken.


    "Therefore, if Julius Reed ims to be a god, I am more inclined to believe him." The man leaned back in the chair, wrapped his arms around his head, and sighed, "Can you prove yourself? This is the...st chance."


    "Let’s wait and see." The Prophet extended a hand, upon which Osher Reed immediately helped him up.


    "Farewell!"


    Saying this, the two left the room.


    "Prophet, why did you stop me from taking action?" After leaving the room, Osher Reed asked in a suppressed voice, fuming with anger. "Such arrogance, I must eliminate him! We are god’s servants, and you are the Prophet! How dare such a person ride over us!"


    His body was filled with murderous intent!


    If not for the Prophet’s repeated instructions, Osher Reed would have already taken action.


    With his malicious and violent nature, when faced with a situation, his first thought was always to kill!


    "But Julius Reed hasn’t died, I’m very surprised." His face gradually regained its smile, "Not dead means I can regain my body and be the genuine servant of god!"


    "Do you genuinely believe I am tolerating?" The Prophet suddenly smiled, his pale face full of confidence. "Remember, when facing arrogant people, you must make them feel they have control of the initiative. This is fatal."


    "Prophet, you mean..." Osher Reed hadn’t inherited Julius Reed’s brilliance and wisdom; he only possessed malice and brutality!


    "Let him mistakenly believe he is the victor." The Prophet sneered, speaking as he walked, "Pranay Martinez has White Tiger and Green Snake by his side; as long as we eliminate Julius Reed, we can reim these two divine beasts. By then, will anyone in this world be our opponent?"


    "The Prophet is wise!" Osher Reed sped his hands, eyes full of admiration.


    "This is the will of god. God needs Julius Reed to enter the God domain, so we can upy his body." The Prophet stopped, tilted his head, and asked, "Isn’t it delightful?"


    "Very surprising." Osher Reed’s eyes were filled with fervor.


    In his mind, he was Julius Reed!


    Reiming his body was the thing he most desired to achieve.


    "In the God domain, you, as a god servant, will abandon this body to be an invincible existence!" The Prophet coughed, clearly having endured too much with three opened eyes.


    "God shall ultimately return to the world!" Osher Reed’s eyes burned with enthusiasm.


    Meanwhile, inside the room.


    After the Prophet and Osher Reed left, the man gestured with his hand.


    A young girl immediately walked over to him.


    "Is the news true?" The man asked in a low voice.


    "The Red Rat has revived in the southern border, the news is absolutely true. However... it seems there are obstacles in the southern border; the Red Rat has been unable to leave for quite some time." The woman also spoke in a low voice.


    "Immediately arrange for people to go to the southern border and remove all obstacles!" The man’s eyes were filled with devotion. "I am the servant of the Red Rat; I must bring the Red Rat back to the temple!"