I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 149 --Sunborn

Tier-8 Sacred Vestige!

Such a treasure, even within his dominion, was exceedingly rare and precious.

After all, throughout the entirety of his domain, even tier-7 Sacred Vestiges had never been seen before.

As for tier-6 Sacred Vestiges, they existed only in the realm of legends.

It spoke volumes about how unbelievably rare a high-tier Sacred Vestige truly was.

Yet after pondering it for some time, Owen realized he had no immediate use for it.

Thus, he casually placed it in the pawnshop’s vault, preparing to list it for sale.

However, just as he was about to proceed, he suddenly sensed a strange and mysterious force — a feeling of being spied upon — emanating from the void, trying to lock onto him.

It felt like some kind of Aberration entity had taken an interest in him.

But upon closer inspection, Owen realized the gaze wasn’t targeting him personally. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Rather, it was directed toward the Inverted Mountain itself!

Thinking of this, Owen immediately turned his gaze toward the west.

With his current Godhood Rank, he could faintly sense certain things through the veil of the cosmos.

That mysterious observer must have come from the west.

Without hesitation, Owen let divine points surge throughout his body, transforming into a black, aberrant sky that enveloped him completely.

This was a god skill he had acquired earlier — Silent Step.

Silent Step could not only isolate him from detection and divination, but also, if someone attempted to forcibly peer through it, they would suffer a devastating soul impact in return.

...

At the very same moment Owen activated Silent Step, atop a series of towering peaks in the west, radiant light exploded outward — a mass of golden clouds shimmering with divine brilliance.

Within those clouds sat a resplendent, opulent palace.

In front of the palace lay a fearsome dragon, wings folded against its back.

The dragon’s features were ferocious, its mouth bristling with jagged teeth, and its entire presence exuded a bone-chilling dread.

At that moment, the dragon parted its jaws slightly, uttering low, resonant chants in the ancient dragon tongue, each syllable booming like the toll of massive bronze bells.

In response, a six-pointed star materialized before it, shimmering at first with a pure golden glow.

As the star rotated slowly, the patterns upon its surface multiplied at a geometric rate.

The six-pointed star’s hue gradually deepened, shifting from gold to a profound, blood-red color.

As the color darkened further, the magical formation seemed to morph into a deep, swirling tunnel — a temporal vortex — reaching back through time to reconstruct scenes from the past.

Upon witnessing this, the man standing beside the dragon narrowed his eyes sharply, locking his gaze onto the shifting six-pointed star.

The man was tall and imposing, clad in resplendent golden battle armor.

Above his head floated a series of awe-inspiring visions, each one vibrating the very void itself — like the birth of worlds, filled with profound mysteries and cosmic secrets.

Yet just as the six-pointed star began to reveal glimpses of the past, it suddenly trembled violently.

A horrifying soul impact burst forth from the star, piercing through its barriers like a bullet shot from a gun — and struck the dragon squarely in the forehead.

The dragon had no time to react.

Its massive body went limp and collapsed heavily onto the ground with a muffled thud.

In the final moment before death, a wide smile had still been spread across the dragon’s face.

After all, using its bloodline powers, it had successfully traced the past and glimpsed the secrets surrounding Princess Aysa of the Caesar Empire.

But the dragon could never have anticipated that its spying would be met with such a cataclysmic backlash.

It had managed to trace the image of Princess Aysa breaking free from an underground tomb — and then...

A soul impact of unimaginable terror struck.

That force was utterly beyond anything the dragon could resist or even comprehend.

Clearly, after awakening, Princess Aysa had encountered an existence of unfathomable strength.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for a mere peering into her past to trigger such devastation.

The assault had come too fast and too fiercely.

It was not something the dragon could withstand.

All it could do was watch helplessly as the onrushing shockwave magnified in its vision — and then, its armored scales shattered, its skull cracked open, its brains splattered across the ground, and its soul plunged into utter oblivion.

The soul impact was simply too terrifying!

Even the robust flesh of a tier-7 dragon couldn’t withstand it, and its soul, supposedly as unbreakable as forged steel, offered no resistance at all.

It was annihilated instantly.

As the dragon’s massive corpse slammed into the earth, the man in golden armor standing beside it looked momentarily stunned.

This dragon possessed a faint trace of Golden Dragon bloodline!

And Golden Dragons were considered among the absolute apex of dragonkind.

According to legend, true Golden Dragons were born alongside the forces of destiny itself.

Although this particular dragon had not achieved that level, after numerous metamorphoses, it had indeed developed a sliver of Golden Dragon blood.

It possessed a rare power to peer into fate and reconstruct the past.

Yet even so, it had been slain outright during the act of divination.

Just what kind of terrifying existence had Princess Aysa encountered after awakening?

Even a tier-8 powerhouse wouldn’t necessarily have been able to slay the dragon so effortlessly during a divination.

Thinking of this, Roger — once the most brilliant talent behind the downfall of the Caesar Empire — couldn’t help but reveal a rare flicker of apprehension deep within his eyes.

Back then, at the fall of the Caesar Empire, he had been chosen as one of the seeds of survival.

He had been sealed away to await the future.

But he had prepared thoroughly in advance.

When the cataclysm struck, he had awakened early, escaped, and begun roaming the world, devouring remnants of the Caesar Empire’s original faith, and forming alliances with spellbeasts.

Over time, he himself had become a hybrid — half spellbeast, half human.

Whether by absorbing spellbeast power or by augmenting himself with remnants of primal faith, his evolution had been incredibly rapid.

Now, he had reached the rank of a tier-8 Spellbeast King.

"The Caesar Empire is ancient... Could they have left behind some hidden trump card?"

Roger murmured to himself.

But soon he shook his head.

"Impossible."

"If the Caesar Empire had possessed a tier-9 existence or a true hidden ace, they would never have suffered such catastrophic defeat.

Besides, so many years have passed with no further signs — it proves that they expended all their cards back then."

Thinking this way, his heart finally settled.

So long as no tier-9 entity was involved, even if he had to face a tier-8 advanced or even a tier-8 peak being, he had no fear.

"It must be that someone encountered something extraordinary during their awakening.

Once I fully devour the remaining remnants of the Caesar Empire’s primal luck, my level will surely rise further — and then, the remnants of the Caesar Empire will be nothing but pieces on my chessboard!"

A cold glint flashed through Roger’s eyes.

According to his estimates, just a few more years would be enough.

His victory was assured.

Thinking thus, he cast a glance at the dragon’s corpse, opened his mouth wide, and tore it apart savagely, blood flowing like a river.

With a sickening crunch, he swallowed the dragon’s body whole.

"The taste of dragon flesh... exquisite."

He licked his lips with a gruesome smile.

"I wonder what a true Golden Dragon would taste like?"

...

Meanwhile, within the divine statue...

Owen frowned slightly, a hint of confusion flashing across his face.

"A tier-7 spellbeast?"

"Even at that level, it dares to spy on a god like me?"

Owen shook his head lightly.

With his current power, a tier-7 spellbeast could be obliterated with a single blow — he didn’t even need to take it seriously.

Still, the incident made him realize just how potent his mid-grade stealth god skill was.

"Forget about tier-7.

Even a tier-8 attempting to spy on me would suffer soul-wrenching devastation."

"Sure, it costs 2500 divine points to activate, but it’s absolutely worth it!"

Owen felt a surge of excitement.

Moreover, through the soul impact feedback, he had also glimpsed the dragon that tried to spy on him — and its surroundings.

"That man clad in golden armor..."

Owen narrowed his eyes.

"Could he be the so-called Sunborn?"

Previously, when the half-spellbeasts were chasing Princess Aysa, they had mentioned something about "combining her" with the "Sunborn."

Now it seemed likely that the Sunborn was not truly the direct offspring of the Spellbeast King.

Rather, he was someone who had inherited part of the king’s bloodline — much like those humans who had become hybrid beings.

Owen had never seen the Sunborn before.

But his instincts told him: this deduction was correct.

The reason he was targeted was undoubtedly because Princess Aysa had become entangled with him.

"Although he’s only tier-8 beginner level..."

Owen thought deeply.

"But his bloodline has fully transformed into spellbeast lineage — his true combat power won’t be low."

Even though he had only glimpsed fragments of the scene, Owen gleaned a lot of information.

Especially that man’s aura — it was extremely clear.

His battle strength probably exceeded even the 2-star peak Ancient Gods.

Normally, a 2-star peak Ancient God would be comparable only to a tier-7 peak.

But this Sunborn individual was likely on par with a tier-8 Awakener — possibly even stronger.

This was likely due to the fusion of his bloodline with a crystal core.