<h4>Chapter 2275: Chapter 2275: The Vanished Person</h4>


    Jovany Leopold did something very simple.


    He closed his eyes and covered his ears.


    He said nothing, saw nothing.


    Because if anyone said something in such a situation, they would either see something terrifying or hear hallucinatory sounds.


    So, not seeing, not listening, and not speaking was the simplest action.


    After all, Julius Reed was leading him.


    Walking in such familiar surroundings, Julius Reed tied Jovany Leopold with a cloth strip and strode down the road.


    Through this gate, there would be multiple paths.


    Previously, he was unaware, but as time went on, his and Shadow Kims’ research on the God Temple gradually increased.


    With Ilia Danvers helping analyze, Julius Reed was now very familiar with the God Temple.


    Thest time he entered, the two Nether Beasts inside him resurrected and disturbed him.


    Now it’s different.


    The Nether Beasts werepletely scattered, bing soulless minions.


    Julius Reed could freely control them through the Evil Qi.


    Even entering the God Temple, these divine beasts made no movements.


    More people started walking inside.


    Clearly, the temple was different from before.


    They were now beginning to awaken, and the sealed pathways were gradually opening.


    If this continues, each God Temple might release the so-called gods.


    A massive impact on the world’s Martial Artists.


    This was also the Prophet’s n.


    The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance continued their investigation, but there was no information about the Prophet.


    Some events even suggested that the Prophet had disappeared.


    Some people learned that the Prophet died on the Dusty tform, under Ilia Danvers’ hand.


    But seeing the now awakening God Temple, Julius Reed couldn’t believe the Prophet was dead.


    This was the Prophet’s handiwork.


    If he were dead, this ce would be out of control.


    Instead of gradually getting back on track and starting to recover like now.


    He led the rope, weaving through the walking dead-like people.


    These people had no reaction at all.


    Beside them, the oil cauldrons continued to boil.


    People continuously went down, injected with souls, then produced anew, little by little walking into the darkness.


    This used to be a factory for creating the god race or Netherworld race.


    It was also the machine that Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed built to unify the world.


    Countless Martial Artists died in that catastrophe.


    Trent Marsh wanted to annihte the god race and was imprisoned by Ilia Danvers in the divine realm.


    Later, Silvio Reed disappeared, leaving the department that created the Nether beings and god race abandoned.


    Many years passed, the Prophet emerged out of nowhere because he was a Nether being, found the ce where he once emerged and modified it, starting his ambitious n.


    Martial Artists withered, and the leaders of the original ruling Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance mysteriously disappeared, plunging the world into continued chaos.


    Many Martial Artists were killed once more.


    It was at this time that the Prophet appeared, using his abilities to deceive everyone, deceive the world!


    Turning many into god servants, serving them, bingckeys.


    The word "god" for the first time became supreme.


    Once, gods were merely a race created by the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance to rule the world while also trying to bnce power.


    Abat machine.


    Usurped by the Nether being Prophet, bing an existence above all earthly kings.


    Kings were their ves.


    The whole world was under the Prophet’s control.


    But the situation was broken.


    Julius Reed defeated those god servants one by one, forcing the Prophet to fake his death.


    And the God Temple, after a brief glory, was deeply buried underground.


    Only mythological stories remained to prove they had ever existed.


    Entering the darkness, Julius Reed saw a series of doors.


    The people ahead immediately walked into a door but were bumped back.


    This indicated that the God Temple was running, just onest step away.


    Once those doors opened, Nether beings would emerge from the temple.


    Bing the Prophet’s war machines.


    The people blocked did not leave but continued to queue in front of the door.


    Last time Julius Reed came, these people would go through one program again, endlessly circting inside, without any chance ofing out.


    But now, the entrance had opened.


    The neers indeed were human.


    They were dressed differently, some were explorers, some were merchants, and some were schrs.


    For reasons unknown, these people entered here, went through modification, and queued up before the doors.


    Waiting for the doors to open.


    Once opened, they would rush out in an orderly manner.


    Bing the vanguard of the Prophet’s world domination.


    Julius Reed nced around.


    The doors were divided into upper and lower levels, in the shape of a Taiji eight trigrams.


    ording to previous assumptions, he walked to the lowest row of doors, squatted down, and drew a globe.


    He also marked the position of Mont on it.


    "This!"


    Julius Reed stood up, found a door ording to Mont’s position.


    He pulled Jovany Leopold to the door.


    There was a number on the door.


    The script on it was very ancient, not very recognizable to Julius Reed.


    But even if he recognized it, it held no significance.


    Mont appearedter; when Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed created the God Temple and Nether Hall, the term Mont had not yet appeared.


    Back then, Trent Marsh chose to build a huge Nether Hall for a quick defeat of opponents, but it wasn’t very effective.


    Later, he began leading people to construct pathways to all parts of the world.


    Through these pathways, the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance could rapidly project their fighting forces anywhere.


    elerating their rule.


    Standing in front of the door, Julius Reed pushed aside the queuing people, forcefully mmed them back.


    The first one toppled, causing an entire line to fall over.


    Taking advantage of this gap, Julius Reed grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open!


    Hoo!


    The wind roared!


    He pulled Jovany Leopold along, darted out like an arrow, and shut the door.


    The material of this door was extremely bizarre, Green Snake’s abilities were utterly useless here.


    The world was void.


    The door behind also disappeared.


    This was within the God Temple, inside the golden statue.


    Julius Reed held his breath and again used the Green Snake’s ability!


    Swoosh!


    When the two reappeared, they were already in Mont.


    Simrly a dpidated God Temple.


    Very remote.


    So much so that Mont seemed to have not even noticed.


    All around was quiet, with no guards.


    "Open your eyes." Julius Reed tugged off the cloth from Jovany Leopold’s eyes, only to be surprised to find it wasn’t Jovany Leopold at all!


    An emaciated old man was smiling at him.


    While smiling, his right hand swiftly swung over!


    The wind’s whistling was piercing.


    Julius Reed raised his arm, blocking the old man’s attack.


    "Who are you?"


    He reached out, lifting the old man up.


    He never let go throughout.


    Only while opening the door did his gaze leave Jovany Leopold.


    How did the person tied with the cloth suddenly change?


    The old man didn’t speak, just continued to smile.


    Crack!


    Julius Reed snapped his neck, tossing him to the ground.


    Yet the supposedly dead old man stood up, twisted his neck, and continued walking toward Julius Reed.


    "Something from the God Temple." Julius Reed squinted, reached forward with his right hand.


    Scarlet mes ignited!


    Instantly setting the old man aze!