Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Boom, boom..."

As Sylvus and the three brothers looked down the mountain, they saw an intense battle taking place below.

Thousands of Divine Realm warriors were fighting against strange, pitch-black creatures.

"What are those things?"

Sylvus asked curiously, observing the dark beings.

"Are those the Dead Servants of the Demon Clan? It is said that many years ago, the Netherworld Mountains were the dwelling place of the Demon Clan. Eventually, the entire Demon Clan was annihilated by the Divine Realm warriors."

Macken said seriously.

"The Dead Servants are a powerful technique of the Demon Clan. They refine beings from the Divine Realm, preserving their skills from when they were alive. At its peak, the Demon Clan had over a hundred Deity Emperors, and it took the intervention of the Deity Emperor to wipe them out."

Macken continued.

Sylvus was surprised by what he heard.

Could the bandits in the Netherworld Mountains actually be remnants of the Demon Clan?

While the Dead Servants below were indeed strong, the Divine Realm warriors were even stronger.

It didn't take long for the Dead Servants to be slaughtered, although the Divine Realm side also suffered losses.

"Lord, all the Dead Servants have been eliminated, but many of our people are injured. What should we do next?"

A man in armor approached a middle-aged man.

"Rest here for now; there's still a tough battle ahead."

The middle-aged man replied as he looked around at the people present.

"Lord, should we request reinforcements from the temple? If there are strong remnants of the Demon Clan here, we might..."

"No need. They're just remnants of the Demon Clan, and we have the strength to deal with them. Besides, we've come this far, and it's too late to send a message."

The man shook his head.

"Lord, we're not going to do this anymore. This was supposed to be a five-star temple mission, but now it involves the Demon Clan. We're not here to die."

"That's right, the Demon Clan is extremely powerful. If it weren't for the Deity Emperor's intervention back then, the Divine Realm would not have stood a chance. Even if they are remnants, we cannot handle this with our strength."

As the man finished, several others began to voice their objections.

These people were not his subordinates but had taken on a mission from the temple.

Temple missions ranged from one to nine stars, with higher stars representing greater difficulty.

Nine-star missions typically required Deity Kings or even Deity Emperors, while five-star missions could be completed by True Deity-level powerhouses.

However, with the involvement of the Demon Clan, this had become at least a seven-star mission—something they simply could not handle.

The middle-aged man suddenly unleashed his aura, and with one swift motion of his sword, he beheaded a nearby man.

His body radiated a chilling aura.

"Since you're all here, don't even think about leaving. Do you think the remnants of the Demon Clan would let you leave? If you try to leave now, they will hunt you down one by one. The result will still be death!"

The man snorted coldly.

"If anyone else wants to quit, I will personally send you on your way before the remnants do!"

Hearing this, those who wanted to leave stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with anger but with no choice but to comply.

The strongest among them was at the True Deity level, but the man was at the peak of the Nine-Star True Deity—eliminating them would be no trouble for him.

"Who is that middle-aged man?"

Sylvus asked curiously.

"That is Carol, the Lord of Ling City. He's a Nine-Star True Deity. It's said that he has always wanted to join the temple, but his ancestors chose the wrong side back in the day, and the temple won't accept him. It seems he's trying to wipe out the Demon Clan's remnants to earn merit."

Mackie replied.

Sylvus understood—no wonder Carol was so adamant.

He didn't want the temple involved because he feared they might take the credit.

It seemed that Carol's ancestors had been on the wrong side during the struggle for the Divine Realm, leading to their constant suppression.

"Big brother, why don't we join them? With so many people around, it would be safer."

Medd suggested.

Macken frowned, then turned to Sylvus.

"What do you think, Brother Sylvus?"

"If we join them, we are signing our own death warrants. With Carol's personality, he would use us as cannon fodder. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the one who spread the news to prevent the temple from getting involved."

Sylvus smiled.

If the temple had known there were members of the Demon Clan here, they would have dispatched powerful warriors long ago, instead of issuing a mission.

"Brother Sylvus is right. If we join them now, it will be suicide. Medd, our lives should be in our own hands—don't rely on others. Even if we are brothers, there will be times we cannot help each other."

Macken said earnestly, and Sylvus smiled slightly.

Macken indeed had the qualities of a leader; his wisdom was sound.

"So, what should we do now? Just wait here?"

Medd frowned.

"Not necessarily. I can go ahead and see what's in the depths of the mountains."

Sylvus suggested with a smile.

Macken and his brothers were stunned, looking at Sylvus with surprise.

Wasn't a Lower Deity like him just asking for death by going ahead alone?

"Brother Sylvus, we can just stay here and wait. Those Dead Servants aren't easy to deal with, let Carol and his people clear the way."

Macken frowned.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to me—they won't even see me. Here, take this. If anything happens, I'll inform you. And don't act recklessly before I get back."

Sylvus said, tossing a jade talisman to Macken.

This was a communication talisman that worked within a range of ten thousand miles.

He had found it among the spoils from those he had slain.

"Brother Sylvus, you..."

Macken was about to stop him, but Sylvus had already vanished into thin air.

The three brothers were stunned—they couldn't sense Sylvus at all.

"Big brother, will Brother Sylvus be alright? What if something happens to him?"

Medd frowned.

"He should be fine. Brother Sylvus isn't foolish; he wouldn't do this without confidence. We should trust him, as well as our own intuition."

Macken said after some thought.

"Big brother, aren't we putting too much trust in him? Back then, it was because our Spirit Clan trusted too easily that..."

"Enough, don't bring up the past. We won't be wrong this time."

Sylvus hadn't actually left yet—he was testing whether the three brothers had ill intentions toward him.

If they did, he wouldn't hesitate to eliminate them now.

But it seemed he had been overthinking; the three brothers seemed trustworthy—worthy of becoming allies.

Without further hesitation, Sylvus moved and quickly flew deeper into the mountains.