I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 158 --The Aberration Ritual

"Starting today, I have six Vassal Gods under my command—two at the 1-Star Peak level and four standard 1-Star Vassal Gods!"

Gazing at the four newly transformed Vassal Gods, Owen nodded slightly in satisfaction.

With these four additional Vassal Gods, he no longer needed to personally oversee the village where they would be stationed. These villages could now serve as hubs to further spread faith outward.

Given the strength of these Vassal Gods, they were more than capable of healing the wounds of his devotees and shielding them from the invasions of spellbeasts.

Moreover, under the prolonged radiance of divine light, the residents of these territories would find their cultivation paths smoother and faster.

Afterwards, Owen shifted his gaze toward the gathering mass of Primal Faith sourced from the Caesar Empire.

After a month of continuous absorption, he had already accumulated 350 strands of Primal Faith.

At this current rate, within just two more months, he would likely break past 1,000 strands.

When the Grand Sacrifice Ceremony arrived, he would be able to bestow a massive wave of blessings upon the populace of the Caesar Empire.

With the tremendous enhancement brought by Primal Faith, the levels and combat capabilities of his devotees would skyrocket significantly.

After all, the enhancement effect of a single strand of Primal Faith was comparable to that of a beginner-level Awakening Scroll.

By that time, the overall strength of his forces would undergo yet another explosive leap forward!

But just then, Owen’s expression shifted slightly as he seemed to sense something amiss.

His gaze turned sharply toward the direction of the Great Rift.

The bird egg that had been undergoing baptism under countless gales was now beginning to exude a faint, divine aura, which slowly permeated the surrounding heavens and earth.

Owen lightly clenched his hand, and immediately, that wisp of special divine aura was drawn into his palm.

"This egg is about to evolve into a Postnatal God... I didn’t expect it to emit such a powerful divine fluctuation before its transformation was complete. And worse, the area affected is expanding rapidly. This is not good at all."

Owen narrowed his eyes coldly.

Although he had long been aware that this egg was steadily evolving toward godhood, he hadn’t anticipated that such astonishing ripples would be released at the final critical juncture.

If this divine fluctuation spread beyond his territory, it would undoubtedly attract the attention of numerous top-tier forces.

Although Owen was not truly afraid of other powers—after all, his current combat strength was already comparable to that of a tier-8 Awakener—and if he unleashed his god skills fully, he could grow even more terrifying, still, the attention of opportunistic forces would bring him endless trouble and distractions.

Just as Owen was suppressing the divine aura emanating from the egg, an overwhelming, bloodthirsty aura swept in from beyond his territory like an endless scarlet ocean, staining the mountains, rivers, and sky a gruesome red.

"Haha! Truly, heaven itself favors me!"

A booming voice filled with unrestrained madness echoed across the land.

Following the voice, a rough and burly man shrouded in a deathly aura charged into Owen’s territory. His eyes burned with fervor as he gazed greedily at the direction of the Great Rift.

He understood very clearly: innate gods—those born when the world itself first formed—were exceedingly rare and virtually unattainable. Even if one appeared before him, it would be impossible to contest such a being.

However, a Postnatal God was different.

A Postnatal God was the second-best bloodline one could ever hope to encounter.

Born from the nurturing of the world itself, infused with traces of cosmic order, their growth rate would leave even those with top-tier bloodlines far behind!

"It seems I, Sexson, am truly one favored by destiny! As long as I seize this Postnatal God’s vessel, I shall become a god!"

"Perhaps even ascend instantly to the realm of a tier-8 Awakener!"

Across the thousand-year history of the Caesar Empire, tier-8 Awakeners remained exceedingly rare. Each one stood proudly at the apex of existence.

And soon, he would stand among them!

As Sexson charged wildly toward the Great Rift, it was as if he saw the gates to a legendary divine realm opening before him.

His own bloodlust stirred violently, condensing in his eyes into strange rune-like symbols.

Through these special runes, he could see the egg bathed in gale-force winds, adorned with profound Order Runes.

Just a single glance at it was enough to cause his soul to tremble with overwhelming greed and desire.

Despite this being the first time he’d ever encountered a Postnatal God, the irresistible hunger welling from the depths of his soul made him almost lose all self-control.

Worse yet, he had a terrifying sense: once this bird egg hatched, the newly born god would need no more than a single glance to obliterate him completely, without effort. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Even though he was currently a tier-6 peak Awakener, he was utterly unqualified to stand before a Postnatal God.

"I must act quickly! I must claim the vessel before it’s too late!"

The more he felt the immense strength radiating from the egg, the more violently his primal instincts raged within him.

Seizing the vessel would turn him into a living nightmare for all!

Yet just as he neared the Great Rift, a towering golden figure suddenly materialized in front of him, blocking his path.

Sexson’s brows furrowed.

He hadn’t sensed this figure’s presence at all! It was as if it had appeared out of thin air.

The oppressive aura radiating from the golden figure was so overwhelming that it felt like the crushing weight of an entire world was pressing down on him.

Just standing there, he was paralyzed with fear—he didn’t even have the courage to raise a hand against it.

In fact, instinct told him that with just a thought, this golden figure could reduce him to dust.

His instincts had never been wrong before.

What in the world was this terrifying entity standing before him?

How could its strength be so utterly beyond comprehension?

In an instant, knowing he had no chance of victory, Sexson fell heavily to his knees before the golden figure and began kowtowing frantically.

"Sexson humbly begs forgiveness for intruding upon your domain, mighty one! Please spare my life!"

Owen’s expression remained cold as he watched Sexson.

His divine eyes gleamed with light, transforming into flowing Aberration patterns that penetrated Sexson’s very being.

Ever since advancing to the pinnacle of a 2-Star Ancient God, Owen’s mastery over Divine Vessel abilities had grown profoundly sharp.

He could easily see through any lifeform below his level.

Sexson, merely a tier-6 peak Awakener, was utterly transparent before him.

"The taint of Aberration? He actually carries traces of Aberration energy... yet he himself is not an Aberration. Could it be that someone has developed a method of coexisting with Aberrations?"

Owen’s interest was piqued.

He was very aware that this world’s Awakeners were far from simple.

High-ranking Awakeners possessed combat strength rivaling that of lesser gods.

In fact, the legendary Celestial God was rumored to have once been an Awakener who had walked far along this path—slaughtering countless spellbeasts and overturning the longstanding dominance of non-human races.

"If I forcibly search his soul, I can probably only extract fragments of memory... Such a shame. If only I had a specialized god skill for soul probing."

Owen shook his head slightly.

Then, with a flick of his finger, an overwhelming surge of divine energy enveloped Sexson.

Sexson’s pupils shrank violently.

Before he could even react, his body, hidden under layers of misty aura, simply vanished—leaving only a faint gray soul hovering weakly in the air.

Sexson was terrified to the core.

What terrifying technique was this?!

Even as a tier-6 peak Awakener, he had been reduced to nothing but a powerless soul—like a toy in Owen’s hands, completely at his mercy.

The moment Owen acted, Sexson lost all sensation of his physical body, leaving only his trembling soul behind.

Owen had not destroyed his body entirely.

Instead, he stored it within his Divine Space, planning to later sell it to his system.

Now, in his vulnerable soul state, the Aberration aura clinging to Sexson became even more pronounced.

Owen’s eyes narrowed slightly as he asked, his voice resonating with unstoppable divine authority:

"Speak. Why does your body carry such dense Aberration energy?

The power of Aberration is not something a being of your level should be able to control."

Hearing that vast and crushing voice echo directly into his soul, Sexson dared not resist.

Shivering, he hurriedly answered:

"I... I joined a group called the Church of Aberration. They taught me a ritual. They said it would allow me to absorb the power of Aberration to strengthen myself.

At first, I didn’t believe it... but when I tried it once, it actually worked!"

Without the protection of his physical body, the suppression exerted on his soul was terrifying beyond imagination.

Sexson’s mind was practically blank from fear—he couldn’t even muster the ability to lie.

"A ritual, you say?"

Owen’s voice remained indifferent, yet his interest deepened.

"Speak clearly. Explain everything about this ritual."