"The prophecy is about to begin!" The Sun God sat high on his throne, gazing towards the higher sky.

"Do you truly believe in it?" Another voice beside him inquired.

"It's just a mortal prophecy, but that guy does have some abilities, especially that Cup of Power, I'm quite interested!" The Sun God smirked.

"It is said to be the core of this world, whoever wields the Cup of Power can rule this world!" another voice responded.

"Too bad that guy is too weak, incapable of harnessing the full power of the Cup of Power. If it were in my hands, I could surely conquer the realm of Olossis!" The Sun God declared arrogantly.

"Spread the word, let all the gods who wish to descend upon the earth go forth!" The Sun God rose from his throne and gazed into the distance...

In the temple of the God of War, an atmosphere of solemn killing filled the air. The God of War watched the rising pillar of light, furrowing his brows, but then burst into wild laughter.

"I have finally waited for this day!"

"That guy is not easy to deal with. Even though he's dead, he might have left some powerful tricks behind!" The God of War's expression shifted from calm to sharp and intense.

"What is there to fear? For countless years, he couldn't defeat us in person? And now we should be afraid of the tricks he might have left after being dead for so long?" The God of War's face twisted into a haughty smile once again.

"Be cautious in all things. That guy nearly cost us our lives back then!" The God of War's expression shifted once more, appearing almost like a split personality, muttering to himself alone in the temple. After a long while, the voice finally calmed down, stood up, and looked into the distance...

"Spread the word, let the gods descend to earth and compete for the artifact that opens the Cup of Power!" a command rang out directly from the temple of the God of War.

In the domain of the God of Death, only darkness existed. There was no earth, no sky; everything seemed nonexistent except for the occasional flickering red light, proof of life's existence, and not just any life.

"The barrier is weakening; that thing is about to come out!" The temple of the God of Death was not at the top of this world but at the bottom. He sat high on a black throne, head propped by his hand, a giant skeletal figure holding a sword behind him.

"My messenger, go bring that thing back to me!" The God of Death's gaze pierced into the distance...

The three high gods seemed to be very tacit, their eyes seemed to penetrate through layers of barriers, surpassing time and space to look at each other. They had been opponents in countless battles for years, but also the only ones who could be considered "friends."

Great Tree Sea

Bexia lowered his hand; the slab couldn't be moved, so he left it there. Since he couldn't move it, no one else could either!

"Sir, what about you...?" the Black Dragon hesitated to ask but was cut off by Bexia.

"Do you know what's missing from the slab?" Bexia asked.

"This... could it be something left behind by the Great Sage?" The Black Dragon, although a native, seemed unaware of these things, only interested in the Cup of Power left by the Great Sage, unsure about the other items.

"Is that so?! Looks like I have to make a trip to the Sage Tower!" Who else knew the Great Sage better than the Sage Tower? Bexia frowned, feeling that only by going there could he find the answers he sought!

"I feel like we don't need to go to the Sage Tower; weren't there a few mages from the Sage Tower before? Why don't we ask them ourselves?" The Black Dragon was wary of the Sage Tower. While Bexia looked strong, the Sage Tower was no good place, let alone going there to steal things.

"Oh! You mean them?" Bexia turned and looked at a few black-robed mages hiding hundreds of meters away.

"Run?" The several black-robed mages felt Bexia's gaze and their hearts skipped a beat, not knowing that Bexia had long known they were following. It's just that he couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them.

"Boom!"

Just as the several black-robed mages were about to run, they felt a tremendous force lifting them up. When they recovered, they found themselves thrown in front of Bexia, while the Black Dragon stared at them with heavy breath.

"We didn't mean any harm, sir..." one of the black-robed mages tried to explain, but was cut off by Bexia. He didn't want to hear their explanations; he only wanted to know what he wanted to know, to leave this world as quickly as possible!

"I don't want to hear anything else; tell me, what is on the slab?" Bexia asked expressionlessly.

"..." The black-robed mages hesitated, seeing this, the Black Dragon abruptly stomped his foot and roared, "Speak!"

"It... it's an artifact left by the Great Sage!" one of the black-robed mages replied tremblingly.

"Then where are these things?" Bexia spoke again.

"We're not sure about that. We just know that the Great Sage once entrusted some things to his followers. Perhaps those things are the missing artifacts on the slab!" one of the black-robed figures hurriedly said, unable to discern Bexia's inscrutable expression.

"What about the Great Sage's former followers?"

"We've already mentioned them; anything more is beyond our knowledge!" the black-robed mages said fearfully.

"In that case, you may leave."

"Leave?!" The few black-robed mages were stunned.

"Don't you want to leave?" Bexia's eyes glinted, and the black-robed figures immediately scrambled to flee the scene!