They knew well that these lights originated from the Golden Continent, and they were also very familiar with the close relationship between the Three Golden Races.
If the Three Holy Races were united by mutual interest, the relationship between the Three Golden Races was more like the inseparable bond between an older and younger brother.
There were no conflicts of interest between the three tribes, and they had no interest in territorial expansion.
Furthermore, in many respects, both races had once received blessings from the Dragon Race, leading to a very harmonious relationship.
Because of this, whenever either race intended to take significant action, they would notify the Dragon Race in advance.
Although these two races belonged to the top-tier groups, other races did not view them as a true threat due to their lack of a presiding god.
After all, how much of a threat could a single lazy god race combined with two powerful top-tier groups actually pose?
The ancient and mysterious Golden Continent had always been considered the weakest of the four continents.
There was no other reason for this besides the fact that only one god existed on that continent — compared to the three gods possessed by the Ordinary Continent, the gap in top-tier Combat Power was simply too obvious.
However, at this very moment, an astonishing scene unfolded! Two dazzling golden lights pierced through the clouds like sharp swords, dispersing the thick dark clouds overhead and bestowing endless blessings.
All lower-level sapient creatures instinctively knelt toward these two brilliant beams of light in prayer, as if they were gifts from the heavens.
As it turned out, the Behemoth God and the Troll God were born into the world at that moment!
These two brand-new gods not only possessed incomparable status and powerful deterrence while alive, but they also potentially signaled the expansion of the original Nine Races into a larger group of eleven.
After all, how could the gods of the Nine Races, who lived far from the mortal world, compare to these two new gods who were right before their eyes?
Meanwhile, in the center of the distant Divine Continent, mountain ranges rose and fell amidst white clouds, where a magnificent golden Holy City sat like a jewel embedded atop the colored mist.
This was the base of the Angel Race and the sacred land where the Faith Power of the entire continent was most concentrated.
They seemed to be born to live high in the heavens, like high-and-mighty deities accepting the admiration and worship of many weaker races.
They were holy and noble, like flawless jade, untainted by the dust of the world and seemingly indifferent to mortal concerns.
Their existence appeared purely for the well-being of the races on the Mainland, devoid of any personal emotion.
However, this was merely the facade that the Angel Race wanted those weak tribes to see.
One had to realize that among those who could climb into the ranks of the top-tier races, who could possibly be simple?
At the very least, they were by no means the heartless, emotionless creatures they appeared to be on the surface.
At this moment, in the very center of the Holy City, stood a grand and magnificent palace.
Inside the hall, there were only three figures: a six-winged angel, an incredibly beautiful Xianling woman, and a burly Titan man covered in stripes.
They were the leaders of their respective races, and they had gathered here for no other reason than the fact that the two golden races had achieved Divine Ascension.
Naturally, they did not want to miss this golden opportunity.
“The time has come. The Titan Race will provide cover for you, so ensure you complete the Divine Ascension ritual quickly,” the angel said expressionlessly, his voice cold and resolute.
A chilling light flashed across his face as his tone shifted.
“This world does not need to accommodate twelve gods. That is far too many.”
The Titan and the Xianling nodded one after another in agreement.
The Three Tribes had been allied for a long time and shared an incredibly close relationship; they were naturally well aware of the subsequent plans and the actions of each party.
It was not just the Angel Race that wished to act this way; the other races were no exception.
This time, the Angel Race was simply acting as the leader.
Several days later, the Demigod of the Xianling Race successfully ascended to godhood.
The various races had already grown accustomed to this, and they were more concerned with the future direction of the global situation.
Everyone had long foreseen the birth of this new god.
A few days later, feeling the urgency of the situation, Qilin decided to begin breaking through to the Demigod Realm.
However, the Incarnations that focused on Laws were unable to achieve a breakthrough, while those focused on condensing faith possessed that possibility.
In particular, the Faith Power accumulated by the Angel Avatar and the Undead Avatar was the most substantial; the faith alone was enough for both to ascend to the Demigod Realm.
Yet, now that gods had truly appeared in the world, it was hard to predict whether a Demigod could still stabilize the current situation.
Qilin couldn’t help but sigh, a look of worry clouding his face.
The Sanctuary Level was a watershed.
The Clones that could not reach it had already hit their limit, while the Clones with faith could go a step further.
Conversely, Clones that possessed talent but no faith could only honestly work on comprehending Laws.
However, the progress of a Law-based Demigod was much slower than that of a faith-based one.
Since the previous retreat from the border, the Angel Avatar had quietly returned to the Eighth City of the Border.
This was her foundation, and if she wanted to break through, she had to rely on the faith of the Soldier Types.
Since his return, Yu Hu had acted as if he had suffered a great shock and had not spoken for days; Yu Zhu had also fallen silent.
At this moment, the border region felt like a time bomb that could plunge back into chaos and division at any second.
She stood quietly within the city, looking down at the massive and spectacular Angel legion before her.
This army now numbered over 100,000, undoubtedly making it a fearsome and powerful force.
However, compared to the endless numbers of the Necromancers, there was still an insurmountable gap between them.
Fortunately, the faith of the Angels was considered the purest and most steadfast among all races, so existing forces alone were enough to deal with the current crisis.
She gazed at these brave and fearless warriors.
Without the need for verbal communication, they already sensed the surging power rising within their own hearts.
In an instant, her entire body erupted with dazzling golden light, and an extremely sacred aura rippled outward.
However, this powerful aura was firmly blocked by the city’s protective Barrier, preventing even a sliver from escaping.
With the addition of the surrounding Black Mist, no one in the outside world could perceive what kind of change was occurring here.
The Angels knelt on both knees with great reverence.
Streams of golden energy continuously emerged from their bodies, eventually converging into a brilliant torrent that merged into the body of the Angel Avatar.
With the support of this mysterious power, her strength achieved an unprecedented breakthrough and elevation.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, she was gradually sublimating to a higher level.
A Demigod was slowly being born.
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