Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

In the Divine Realm.

"Lord, it's already been three days. How come there's still no news? Regardless of the situation, they should have sent someone back by now to tell us what's going on," an elder said, frowning as he looked at Amiya, who was sitting cross-legged.

Amiya slowly opened his eyes, harboring the same doubts in his heart.

But he believed that this time, there wouldn't be any problems.

"Perhaps it's because there were so many angels and demons, and they wanted to capture them all alive. No news is the best news.

"Let's wait two more days. If there's still no news, we'll send someone in to check," Amiya thought for a moment and then said.

The elder nodded. It seemed that was the only option they had.

He also believed there wouldn't be any issues this time.

Their fallen angel race had invested so many resources, sending out 90% of their elite forces from the temple.

If something went wrong now, they would have no other options left.

"..."

But at that moment, the spatial crack in front of them suddenly began to shake, causing Amiya and the others' eyes to light up.

Three days had passed, and finally, something was happening.

"..."

However, in the next second, accompanied by a scream, a figure flew out from the crack.

When they saw who it was, Amiya and the others frowned.

"Isn't that Rudolph? What happened to him? Why are there so many whip marks on his body?"

"Could something have gone wrong? But we sent so many powerful beings, including Deity Kings. What kind of existence could there be on that small continent?"

"Rudolph, what exactly happened? Where is everyone else?"

"..."

At that moment, Rudolph's body was covered in whip marks, his clothes in tatters.

His eyes were empty, staring at the sky, completely ignoring the voices around him.

"Wake up!"

Seeing Rudolph's dazed and lifeless state, Amiya's face darkened, and he shouted angrily.

Rudolph's body trembled, and a faint glimmer of life returned to his eyes.

"L-lord… wuwuwu…"

Seeing Amiya by his side, Rudolph seemed to remember something and burst into tears on the spot, unable to stop crying.

Seeing Rudolph in such a state, the people around him were shocked.

What exactly had happened?

Rudolph was crying?

Even though Rudolph was only a one-star Deity King, his peculiar hobbies were well-known throughout the entire Fallen Angel Temple.

Even Amiya had heard about them.

But now, this man, who took pleasure in torturing others, was crying?

What could have happened to break his spirit like this?

"What happened? Where are the others?"

Amiya's face was dark as he looked at Rudolph and asked.

"They're dead… all of them… Lord, they all died right in front of me. The man inside… he's a demon, he killed everyone…"

Rudolph sobbed as he recounted the events.

This time, the physical pain was the least of his concerns.

The emotional pain was far worse than death.

Dead?

All of them?

Hearing this, Amiya's body trembled, almost losing his balance and collapsing.

Their Fallen Angel Temple had sent 80,000 elite warriors, and they had all perished in a small world?

The Fallen Angel Temple had spent so much time and effort, pouring in endless resources, all for what?

Had they simply sent their people to their deaths?

His disciples were dead!

His people were dead!

And it was all because of his efforts!

"Urgh…"

The realization of this outcome hit Amiya so hard that, even as a nine-star Deity Emperor, he coughed up blood and instantly aged several years.

"Lord, are you alright?"

Seeing Amiya spit blood, the people around him panicked and rushed over.

Amiya waved his hand, taking a deep breath as he struggled to suppress the rage boiling within him.

He turned his gaze to the still-lying Rudolph.

"Explain everything, from start to finish!"

Wiping away his tears, Rudolph hurriedly recounted everything that had happened after they entered the Aesral Continent, including the massacre of their people.

As Amiya listened to Rudolph's account, his already grim expression became even darker.

The other members of the Fallen Angel Temple had equally somber expressions.

"Aesral Continent! Sylvus! The Angels! The Demons! The Titans! The Humans!

I want you all dead!"

Amiya roared furiously toward the sky a few seconds later, releasing his divine power in a massive outburst.

The divine energy within a radius of thousands of miles was instantly drained.

An overwhelming pressure filled the air.

Seeing Amiya in such a rage, the other members of the temple shuddered, not daring to say a word.

They knew that the Lord was at his most furious right now.

One wrong word could lead to their immediate deaths.

"By the way, Lord, Sylvus also asked me to deliver a message to you," Rudolph suddenly said.

"Speak!"

"Sylvus said that in a few days, he will personally visit our Fallen Angel Temple. He also claimed… he claimed…"

Seeing Rudolph hesitate, Amiya waved his right hand, pulling Rudolph to him by the throat.

"What did he claim?"

Amiya's entire body radiated killing intent as he asked Rudolph.

"He claimed that in three days, he would destroy the Fallen Angel Temple and annihilate our entire Fallen Angel race!"

Rudolph quickly replied.

"..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Amiya's right hand tightened, and Rudolph's neck was crushed on the spot.

But in his final moments, Rudolph felt no hatred—only relief.

He had witnessed the extermination of 80,000 of his people, and he had been humiliated for days by a group of weaklings.

Death was a welcome release for him.

"Sylvus! This vengeance is irreconcilable! I, the Deity Emperor, will await your arrival. If you do not come in three days, I swear on my cultivation that I will personally go to the Aesral Continent and execute you on the spot to honor the 80,000 fallen souls of my race!"

Amiya roared toward the spatial crack in front of him.

Unfortunately, his voice could not penetrate the passage between the two worlds.

Sylvus, of course, couldn't hear him.

But Sylvus could roughly imagine Amiya's reaction upon learning of the outcome.

What he wouldn't have expected was for Amiya to cough up blood.

"Boss, are we really going to the Divine Realm to destroy the Fallen Angel Temple in three days?"

Deced asked, frowning as he looked at Sylvus.

"It's I who will go, not you. Your task is to take the Angel race and find their homeland."

Sylvus responded.

"But that's too dangerous. By then, Amiya will definitely call for reinforcements from other temples, and the Deity Lord might even be there."

Deced continued.

"Divine Lord? If he's truly there, I'll just kill him as well."

Sylvus said with a faint smile.