I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 166 --Realm of Immortality

Owen quickly calmed his excitement, forcing his turbulent emotions back into check, and turned his gaze toward the center of the stone pillar. There, embedded in the middle, was a small depression.

Inside the depression lay a key no larger than a thumb—the Key of Immortality—emitting a pure and potent aura of life. Through it, one could faintly perceive the flourishing vitality of countless living beings, as if entire worlds were thriving within its light.

"A single Key of Immortality extends one’s life by a full century."

The moment Owen read this description, his eyes sparkled with an almost feverish gleam.

For many aged beings on the brink of death, the extension of life was something they would give anything for. And the demand for such a treasure would undoubtedly be astronomical. After all, those who had the need—and more importantly, the means—to acquire such a key were bound to be immensely wealthy and powerful.

And that was not all.

Each being could use up to twenty of these Keys of Immortality in their lifetime. That meant the potential to extend their lives by as much as two thousand years!

This was no trivial enhancement. It was a monumental transformation.

In this vast plane of existence, the overwhelming majority of lifeforms were not deities. For them, two thousand years of extra life could mean a second life—or even a third.

Among humans, whose lifespans were already far shorter than those of spellbeasts, the contrast was even more striking. Even high-tier Awakeners—those who had reached tier-eight, the apex of human power—could naturally live for no more than six hundred years.

And even the legendary "Celestial Gods," the mythic paragons of divinity, typically lived only a few thousand years. Rarely did any reach ten thousand years. Spellbeasts, despite their mighty physiques and mana-rich bodies, faced similar limitations.

With that realization, Owen’s exhilaration surged again. The Key of Immortality was, without a doubt, one of the most coveted treasures in existence for any non-divine entity.

Even more remarkable was the price offered by the Realm of Immortality—two million divine points per key!

And that was only the base price. If he found the right buyer, if he could play the right game, he could sell it for even more. Everything above the base price would be pure profit in his hands.

Owen couldn’t help but feel this was a business opportunity of epic proportions.

At last, he understood why, upon entering this realm, even mighty beings like the Titan had subtly begun to pitch him products. They weren’t just sharing information out of goodwill—they were selling, and the price tags had been astronomical. It was clear they were profiting off him, offering region-specific goods at premium markups.

"I still have two unique artifacts within this eighth-tier region, but my current rank isn’t high enough to unlock them. Still... I can only imagine how earth-shattering they’ll be once I do."

Owen nodded to himself, the sense of satisfaction swelling within. This venture into the Realm of Immortality had been far more rewarding than he’d dared to expect.

Once he successfully sold just one Key of Immortality, he would rake in a flood of divine points!

The realm itself was extraordinary—every so often, it would guide a powerful, compatible figure to its gates. These were potential buyers—entities with both the need and the desire to secure more life. Of course, this didn’t guarantee a transaction, but it meant the possibility existed. The rest depended on Owen’s skills as a merchant and negotiator.

"Once a month, the Realm of Immortality also absorbs the ghostly remnants of ten elite human prodigies..."

Owen’s expression turned reflective.

This meant his domain would continuously be infused with the reincarnated souls of the strongest geniuses from ages past. Since they had once stood at the pinnacle of talent, their rebirth would likely mirror their former brilliance. And whether it was Wraith City or the Realm of Immortality, both were extraordinarily selective.

To be deemed a genius by these realms meant that one was truly exceptional.

If they were nurtured under Owen’s banner, they would undoubtedly grow into the most loyal of devotees—a new generation of powerful supporters dedicated entirely to him.

But what thrilled Owen even more was that within the Realm of Immortality, his god skills were greatly amplified.

He had already surpassed normal limits by awakening with a crystal core, allowing his god skills to far exceed the potency of his divine peers. And now, with this realm enhancing them even further, the destructive force of a single god skill might be enough to injure a mid-tier tier-eight Awakener!

If he had possessed this strength during his previous confrontations with the so-called prodigies, those battles would have ended swiftly, without the prolonged struggles and narrow margins.

Then there were the mysterious elements like the Array of Immortality and the Immortality Panel—features Owen had yet to fully explore. But since they were granted as benefits of conquering this eighth-tier zone, he was confident they would not disappoint.

Another unexpected surprise was the transformation of three of his god skills—Divine Eye, Light Shield, and Cloak of Concealment.

With the realm’s blessing, these skills had shifted from active abilities that consumed divine points to passive ones, constantly in effect.

And as his Godhood rank continued to rise, their power would increase accordingly.

"I’ll no longer have to worry about sneak attacks or being targeted through divination..."

Owen understood full well—at higher tiers of divine power, many gods and aberrations would possess occult sorceries and forbidden hexes. These were the kinds of sinister arts that could bypass even divine defenses.

But now, he had a perfect shield against them.

As for the future...

"Beyond the eighth-tier region lies the ninth-tier—vaster, deadlier, and entirely beyond my current capabilities. I’ll have to wait three more years before I can attempt to challenge it."

"But by then... what level will I have reached?"

"How terrifying must that ninth-tier region be?"

The eighth-tier realm was currently the highest domain he could enter. It was the threshold, the peak of what was presently attainable.

And that was precisely why Owen had chosen to conquer it.

He understood that beyond this point, if he wished to enter the ninth-tier realm, he had to first pass the ultimate trial of tier-eight. Everything below tier-seven could be occupied permanently—but doing so would forfeit the right to advance.

Only seventh and eighth-tier regions offered the possibility of further evolution. They were a massive watershed—the point at which gods diverged into vastly different classes, the gulf between them growing wider and more impossible to cross with every step.

Taking a deep breath, Owen stepped away from the heart of the eighth-tier region.

As he exited the high tower marking its center, he immediately felt it—five burning gazes, intense and unrelenting, locking onto him from all directions.

Their owners stared at him with expressions of disbelief and amazement, as if seeing Owen for the first time. Gone was the air of superiority, the cold indifference they had previously worn.

Now, there was only shock, curiosity... and respect.

It was clear: Owen’s conquest of an eighth-tier zone had rattled them to the core.

For these five ancient entities—who had each long ruled over a seventh-tier domain—Owen’s potential posed a challenge to their very identities.

Yes, they might still surpass him in raw power. But in terms of potential, they couldn’t even compare.

Owen was a symbol of the future, a rising god whose path would soon eclipse their own. And for beings who had always considered themselves at the top, facing such a truth was difficult—yet undeniable.

"Friend," said the woman holding a crystalline orb in her hands, "what is the name of the region you’ve claimed?"

"Realm of Immortality," Owen replied calmly.

His gaze swept over the five ancient beings—monsters in human guise, each of whom had probably lived for untold millennia. Then, with a gentle smile, he added:

"I’ve just claimed the Realm of Immortality. It contains some rather... unique products. I’m curious whether you might be interested."

While the realm would eventually draw in a suitable buyer on its own, the five individuals before him were perfect candidates to purchase the Key of Immortality.

All of them were old—so old that their lifespans must be nearing their natural limits. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

And having occupied their respective regions for so long, they’d undoubtedly sold countless rare items, amassing tremendous stores of divine points.

"A unique product?" the Titan asked, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of product?"

The others looked toward Owen with keen interest.

The Realm of Immortality, being a tier-eight region, surely produced something superior to the goods from their own domains.

They had each attempted the eighth-tier challenges before and failed. Now that Owen had succeeded, their desire to understand what lay beyond their reach had only grown stronger.

"The Key of Immortality," Owen said, his tone calm but confident. "Each one grants an additional hundred years of life. A single being may use up to twenty, extending their life by as much as two thousand years."

"Base price—three million divine points each."

"But since we’re all friends... I’ll offer you a special discount: three-point-five million per key."

Life extension?

Up to two thousand years?

The moment those words left Owen’s lips, all five ancient beings revealed expressions of intense yearning.

They had remained in this desolate Wraith City not out of desire for enlightenment, but because they dared not leave.

Outside this strange domain, time would once again catch up to them. Every breath, every moment would draw them closer to death.

Over the centuries, they had tried countless ways to prolong their lives—but most methods had proven ineffective. For entities of their level, normal life-extending treasures were useless.

In the end, they had retreated to Wraith City, a liminal zone between life and death, where time and space were blurred. Here, their lives were effectively frozen, time slowed to a crawl.

Now, however... the Key of Immortality offered them hope.

Owen observed them calmly. When he had first left Wraith City, he had already suspected its unique nature.

And these five were the perfect embodiment of that truth—hidden giants, ancient and patient, and now... potential clients of the highest order.