70: Chapter 70 The Threshold of a Legendary Believer and Su Chen's Confidence
Maggie's words were like a blade quenched in ice, precisely piercing the self-esteem of every demigod present.
The clamor composed of regret and sighs was instantly cut to pieces, leaving only deathly silence.
Temple's already thin, misty body visibly shrank, as if squeezed by invisible pressure.
The surrounding demigods wore various expressions on their faces.
Some were awkward, some embarrassed, while others lowered their heads, not daring to meet Maggie's arrogant gaze.
But not a single voice dared to refute her.
Su Chen's "gaze" swept over all of this, taking in everyone's reactions.
Temple's helplessness.
Maggie's arrogance.
And that invisible yet unbreakable chain of contempt based on the potential of believers.
He had thoroughly grasped the rules.
"Legendary believers... are they difficult?"
A voice, neither light nor heavy, without any emotional fluctuation, sounded calmly.
It was Su Chen.
He turned his head, and beneath his pitch-black hood, the focus of his spiritual perception landed "innocently" on Temple beside him.
This question caused the just-congealed air to tighten once more.
An invisible string was suddenly plucked.
The gazes of all the demigods instantly focused on this mysterious newcomer, who had been shrouded in a black robe from the very beginning.
Temple was clearly stunned; on his mist-formed face, a wave of mixed astonishment and absurdity appeared.
It took him two seconds to react, and a heavy bitterness was transmitted through his divine sense.
"Brother, you just arrived, you don't understand the ins and outs of this."
"Legendary believers... that's not a question of difficulty; that's the only ticket to the path of a True God!"
His voice was very low, carrying the sighs and resignation of someone who had been through it.
"The rarity of this thing is comparable to a true divine artifact! For us ordinary demigods, exhausting our divine power and spending hundreds of years, if we can luckily cultivate one or two Epic-Tier, that is, Tier 7, believers, it would be considered a great blessing from the gods, a stroke of immense luck."
"Legendary... that is a realm one wouldn't even dare to dream of."
Before he had finished speaking, a sharp sneer exploded unceremoniously from the other side.
It was Maggie.
She couldn't even be bothered to look at Temple, that loser, again, but instead cast her gaze toward Su Chen, as if examining an ant.
On her beautiful and haughty face, an expression like looking at an idiot appeared.
"Where did this greenhorn come from?"
"Do you think Legendary is a dime a dozen, found everywhere?"
Her voice rose, her golden armor clanking with her exaggerated movements, every word carrying condescending mockery.
"If Legendary believers could be had so easily, my Divine Kingdom would have long ascended to the Astral Realm and ignited the Divine Fire!"
"Hahaha!"
"This newcomer is interesting; does he think this is playing house?"
"Temple is already miserable enough, and he goes up to stab him."
"The ignorant are fearless; the ancients truly did not deceive me."
Maggie's words were like a signal.
The entire spectator stand instantly erupted into boisterous laughter.
The stifling awkwardness was swept away, replaced by the joy and indulgence of having found a new laughingstock.
Countless gazes mixed with mockery, contempt, and pity transformed into tangible pressure, surging toward Su Chen from all directions.
The air was filled with a merry yet cruel atmosphere.
However, Su Chen, at the center of the storm, was abnormally calm.
He even felt a little like laughing.
Difficult?
A ticket?
Wouldn't even dare to dream of it?
His consciousness sank into his spiritual sea, and his own Deity Panel unfolded silently before his eyes.
That lineup, luxurious enough to drive any True God of the Prime Material Plane crazy, was quietly displayed.
[Abyssal Thunder Beast - Titan]
Its image emerged in Su Chen's mind—a behemoth bathed in abyssal thunder, its body standing like a mountain range.
Just waking from its embryo, its life level was already firmly pinned at the "Legendary" rank.
Every breath was the prelude to a thunderstorm.
[Abyssal mother tree - Rott]
The image switched, and a giant tree rooted in the void, its canopy covering the sky, appeared.
Every one of its leaves contained majestic life energy, and wherever its roots spread, it formed its own domain.
Its defensive power was enough to withstand a full-force blow from a demigod without sustaining the slightest damage.
[Queen of Blades Sarah]
An incomparably sharp psionic radiance flashed by.
Sarah's figure was aloof and deadly; her will had been refined to the extreme, and she was currently assaulting the final bottleneck that separated mortals from gods.
The realm of demigods was, for her, only a step away.
His gaze continued downward.
Even for [Silver Wing Archer - Andra], who had just completed his final evolution, the potential flowing in his blood clearly marked a smooth path to Legendary.
As long as there were enough resources, stacking him up to Tier 8 was just a matter of time and numbers.
Not to mention...
Su Chen's consciousness finally landed in the deepest part of his Divine Kingdom, on the giant egg wrapped in endless chaos and void.
[Void Leviathan].
It was still hatching, but the aura that occasionally leaked out was enough to make the entire Divine Kingdom tremble.
That was a monster in the true sense.
One that was a demigod at birth.
A cosmic natural disaster that could contend with True Gods upon reaching adulthood.
Su Chen's consciousness withdrew from the Deity Panel.
The boisterous laughter outside was still ear-piercing, and the disdainful smile on Maggie's face grew even more intense.
They were still complacent or despondent over the unattainable term "Legendary".
"So, this is the top level of the World of Gods?"
Su Chen shook his head silently in his heart.
In that instant, the last trace of caution in his eyes completely dissipated.
Replacing it was absolute confidence after having grasped everything.
It was a pure dominance stemming from the crushing of life levels.
It was like a dragon patrolling its territory, accidentally stumbling into an anthill where ants were fighting until they broke their heads over a glass bead.
Ridiculous, and pathetic.
Since that was the case...
Su Chen calmly raised his head, the darkness beneath his hood like a bottomless universe.
His indifferent, emotionless voice, though not loud, clearly overpowered all the mockery.
"Since you think it's difficult, let me teach you..."
The noisy spectator stand was eerily quiet for a moment.
Everyone subconsciously looked at him, not understanding what nonsense this "greenhorn" wanted to say next.
The mockery at the corners of Maggie's mouth froze; she frowned, feeling an inexplicable displeasure.
Su Chen's body moved.
He stepped forward.
The unadorned black robe behind him moved without wind in the static plane space, flapping loudly.
An invisible, indescribable aura surged outward, centered on him!
His calm voice, carrying the weight of thunder, continued to sound.
Every word was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into the hearts of all the demigods.
"What is truly called — — Natural Disaster Descent."
The moment his words fell, he had already walked to the edge of the teleportation array.
He raised his hand and pointed to the chaotic battlefield in the center that had just calmed down.
"Applying for a challenge!"
His voice suddenly rose, like the decree of a God King, echoing throughout the entire plane.
"Target floor..."
Su Chen's gaze pierced through endless space, as if seeing Maggie's stunned face.
He paused for a moment, then spat out the second half of the sentence that made the entire world lose its voice.
"Start directly from the third floor!"