I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 77 --The Tremor of the Millennial Eagle

The valley, in an instant, had transformed into a molten inferno.

Every vicious spellbeast within had been roasted alive, sending plumes of thick black smoke into the air, accompanied by the overwhelming aroma of charred meat.

Looking around, the faces of these spellbeasts, scorched to crispness by the flames, still bore expressions of agony and regret.

Owen, watching this scene with an indifferent expression, calmly collected all the corpses into his divine idol.

These spellbeasts were all high-tier beings—there was no way he would waste them!

After all, in the system’s pawnshop, their strength was worth quite a sum in divine points.

Then, his attention quickly shifted to the Gilded Eagle Feather.

At this moment, the Gilded Eagle Feather hovered in front of him, gleaming like a razor-sharp golden blade, radiating a terrifyingly keen aura that seemed capable of slicing through one’s vision!

If one were to forcefully gaze through the brilliance emanating from the feather, they would faintly see a ferocious golden eagle, locked in brutal combat with countless spellbeasts, drenched in blood yet fighting relentlessly.

In ancient times, golden eagles had been the undisputed rulers of the sky—ruthless and dominant!

"This feather is a real treasure. Though purifying its savage will with divine points would weaken its power, it could still rival an Advanced Awakening Scroll!"

Velen was highly intrigued by the Gilded Eagle Feather, but after a brief moment of thought, he decided against purification. Instead, he opted to sell it, maximizing his profit.

After all, he already possessed plenty of Advanced Awakening Scrolls, and the Gilded Eagle Feather contained the bloodline and will of a golden eagle—something that wasn’t necessarily beneficial to him. However, for other deities, or even the system’s pawnshop, it could be of immense value!

With his decision made, Velen turned his gaze toward a nearby pool of water.

This pool was vast, its waters murky and mixed with mud, yet it was the only water source in the surrounding mountains.

Beneath the muddy soil at the edge of the pool, Owen sensed the presence of three formidable spellbeasts.

Three Tier-4 peak crocodiles!

Each was nearly ten meters long, their jaws powerful enough to snap tree trunks in half.

As soon as Owen appeared in the cave, the three crocodiles instinctively sensed the intrusion. They abruptly opened their fierce, bloodthirsty eyes, ready to devour the intruder in a single bite.

However, the moment they saw Owen—his entire body radiating an overwhelming presence—their ferocious expressions immediately turned clear and hesitant, as if they were about to beg for mercy.

But before they could utter a sound—

A wave of scorching flames engulfed them.

They didn’t even have time to scream before they were roasted to perfection!

As the fire crackled and seared their bodies, Owen casually waved his hand, storing the perfectly roasted crocodiles into his divine idol, leaving them for future use.

Looking at the murky pool, a faint smile appeared on Owen’s face.

When he previously traded with Mary the Goddess, he had envied how she could consistently produce rare and precious herbs.

Clearly, the region she resided in must be rich with valuable resources—a strong start indeed.

And now, with his territory expanding, he had finally stumbled upon a worthy location.

Without hesitation, he eagerly stepped into the pool’s depths.

The mud and water ahead of him parted instantly, as if guided by an invisible force, creating a clear passageway for him to advance deeper.

He continued forward.

Before long, Owen reached the bottom of the pool.

There, he found a subterranean cavern.

Inside the cavern lay three skeletal remains. Their clothes had long since decayed into dust, yet traces of flesh still clung to their bones, resembling mummies. A dense magical energy emanated from their remains.

Between these three skeletons floated a peculiar ring.

The ring glowed with an earthy yellow light, forming a protective barrier that enveloped the three skeletons.

It seemed that the cavern had remained intact all this time because of the ring—without it, the structure would have collapsed long ago.

Moreover, earth elemental energy was continuously drawn to the ring, reinforcing the protective barrier and exuding an even more profound aura.

This concentrated earth energy was the reason why the three Tier-4 crocodiles had thrived in the riverbed, indirectly absorbing a significant amount of it to achieve their powerful Tier-4 growth.

"After all these countless years, their remains have yet to decay. Their rank must have been extraordinary..."

Owen studied the skeletons carefully, his expression turning solemn.

The lingering faith energy in their bones suggested that, in an era when no deities had yet emerged, these individuals had carried within them a profound faith in the divine.

They must have been highly influential figures among the people of their time.

Owen couldn’t help but respect them.

To earn the most devout faith of humanity, one must have performed great and historic feats, making unparalleled contributions to the advancement of humankind.

Lonehawk Ridge

Not far from Black Iron, the Lonehawk Ridge was an infamous treacherous mountain range, so steep and perilous that even birds found it difficult to traverse.

The ridge, towering into the clouds, remained perpetually covered in snow, its summit a world of white.

At the midpoint of Lonehawk Ridge, numerous predatory birds resided. Most of them were Tier-3, making them formidable and vicious creatures.

However, Millennial Eagle was the undisputed ruler of Lonehawk Ridge.

Every avian creature that lived and bred here was subject to its command.

At this moment, atop the icy peak, an aged and balding eagle stood on a frozen crag, surveying the land below.

Though incredibly old, the gleam of ferocity in its yellowed eyes remained sharp enough to instill fear.

Its massive frame, even while grounded, stood nearly eight meters tall, resembling an ancient tree.

As it flapped its wings, the howling wind lifted a frozen human awakener, tossing them straight into its waiting beak, where it began to ravenously chew.

Thanks to its advantageous environment, its unique bloodline, and the vital energy it absorbed from human awakeners, it was now on the brink of ascending to Tier-6.

Yet, just as it finished swallowing a few human awakeners, a sudden shock flashed through its mind.

Its fierce yellow eyes gleamed with a chilling intensity.

"Its presence... vanished?"

Millennial Eagle was in disbelief.

After all, its offspring, empowered by the Gilded Eagle Feather and the blood of countless spellbeasts, had indeed reached Tier-6 in a short span.

With such terrifying power, how could it have vanished so suddenly?

"Could something have gone wrong... during the final fusion?"

Millennial Eagle frowned deeply.

Once a creature crossed into Tier-6, its strength underwent an irreversible transformation.

It didn’t believe the Annasi faction could have eradicated its offspring—such a feat was impossible unless something had gone terribly wrong during fusion.

However, as soon as this thought surfaced, its expression darkened.

Because shortly after its offspring vanished—

The entire spellbeast population of Lonehawk Ridge had also disappeared instantly!

Every single spellbeast—wiped out in the blink of an eye!

Millennial Eagle’s heart trembled.

Could it be that Annasi... had a hidden Tier-6 entity?

Its expression turned grim, its nerves taut.

After much thought, its eyes sharpened with resolve.

"It might be time... to seek the Spectral Tribe’s aid."

Millennial Eagle’s gaze gradually hardened with determination.

After a millennium of bloodline evolution, a trace of Undying Phoenix bloodline had emerged within him.

Within the Spectral Tribe, the Undying Phoenix bloodline was revered as supreme.

Even though his own Phoenix lineage was faint, it was still enough to request their aid without issue.

A Spectral Tribe outpost was not far from this place. They had previously reached out to him, yet at the time, he had been reluctant to join them—after all, he had grown accustomed to his freedom.

But now, faced with a true threat, he reconsidered.

Perhaps... joining the Spectral Tribe wasn’t such a bad choice after all!