Deities: Starting From Goblins Chapter 1219

Chapter 1219: Chapter 673: Taiyi_2 Chapter 1219: Chapter 673: Taiyi_2 “Test? What test?” A glint of hope flashed in the man's eyes. As long as there was a sliver of a chance to survive, he was willing to try.

Logan did not answer directly but turned and walked to the side. With a flick of his finger, a burst of light flashed, and a complex array slowly emerged on the ground. “This is an array that tests your wisdom and courage. If you can break it, I will set you free.”

The man gazed at the array, a mix of emotions in his heart. He knew this might be his only way out, but the complexity of the array far exceeded his imagination. Whether he could succeed was a complete unknown.

“Alright, I accept your test.” The man took a deep breath and took a firm step forward, approaching the unknown array. Logan stood by, watching everything unfold with a smile, as if he had everything under control.

In the following moments, the man immersed himself in solving the array while Logan occasionally offered hints, seeming to test him yet also guiding him. As time passed, the light from the array gradually dimmed and eventually disappeared, with the man triumphantly standing outside the array, his face brimming with incredulous joy.

“You've done it, I was not wrong about you,” Logan said with approval, nodding as he removed the restrictions around them. “Now, you're free to leave. But remember our agreement, do not disturb anything here again.”

The man took a deep look at Logan, said nothing more, and quickly turned to leave. He knew this experience was not only a test of life and death but also an opportunity for growth. Logan, standing still, watched the man's figure gradually disappear from sight, feeling a surge of complex emotions. This test was as much a profound lesson for him as it was for the man.

Outside, several members of the Sect had already gathered. Looking towards Spirit Mountain, they felt an inexplicable thrill. They knew an unprecedented challenge was imminent. They were about to prove their might and worth in this challenge.

They had always looked down on Logan. The reason traces back to an event that shook the Cultivation World a few years ago–a bout of single combat. Back then, Logan was a young cultivator who, on his own, challenged several Sects with considerable reputation in the Cultivation World. Those Sects, normally haughty and never taking the younger generation seriously, had unexpectedly suffered defeat at Logan's hands.

On that day, the sky was overcast, and dark clouds loomed, as if foretelling the coming storm. Logan stood alone before the Sects, his gaze revealing an undeniable steadfastness. He held his longsword aloft, his stance tall and imposing, like an invincible War God.

“Any of you dare to fight me?” Logan's voice echoed across the valley, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Hearing this, the cultivators from the Sects glared in anger, having never seen such an arrogant youth. They drew their weapons, ready to teach Logan a lesson.

However, the outcome of the fight was beyond everyone's expectation. With his superior Cultivation Level and exquisite swordsmanship, Logan defeated the Sects' cultivators one by one. They lay on the ground, in an utmost disgrace, their prestige utterly lost. From then on, they could no longer hold their heads high among other factions, becoming a laughing stock in the Cultivation World.

All this was because of Logan. His name became an eternal pain in the hearts of the Sects. They hated him for sweeping their honor, for making it impossible for them to stand in the Cultivation World.

Yet, Logan had never intended to offend these Sects. He merely wished to prove his strength but had not expected to deal such a heavy blow to them. Upon learning how vividly these Sects harbored resentment against him, he sighed in helplessness.

“If I had known earlier, I would have beaten them even worse back then, making them afraid at the sight of me, let alone hold a grudge against me,” Logan thought to himself, but a look of helplessness and wry smile appeared on his face.

That day, Logan was surrounded by several Sect cultivators again. Their eyes revealed hatred and anger, as if they wanted to tear Logan apart alive.

“Logan, you arrogant bastard, today, we'll make you pay the price!” a Sect cultivator roared, his longsword flashing with a cold light, as if it could pierce toward Logan at any moment.

Logan looked at them and felt a wave of helplessness in his heart. He knew that the resentment of these Sects had seeped into their bones and could not be dissolved. Thus, he slowly began to speak, “We originally didn't have that much hatred or resentment between us. Why are you doing this? Besides, sealing me up won't do you any good.”

“Any good? Haha, we just want to let you know the consequences of offending us!” another Sect cultivator sneered with a ghastly and cruel expression on his face.

Hearing this, Logan's heart sank. He knew that these Sects had lost their sanity and could not be convinced with words. Therefore, he decided to speak with his strength.

He swung his longsword fiercely, moving like a ghost, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the sneering cultivator. The cultivator had no time to react before he was sent flying by Logan's sword.

The other Sect cultivators, seeing this, roared in fury and lunged at Logan. However, their strength was far inferior to Logan's, and they were no match for him. In just a moment, they were lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Logan looked at the cultivators on the ground and felt a complex mix of emotions. He knew that the Sects' resentment toward him would not dissipate because of this and would only grow stronger. But he also understood that he couldn't change this fact. So, he could only sigh helplessly, turn around, and leave this place filled with hatred and resentment.

From then on, Logan focused more on his own path of Cultivation. He knew that only by becoming stronger could he protect himself and those around him from harm. And the resentment and grievances of those Sects gradually faded into the river of history over time.

Logan indeed had a great interest in Qilin Blood before; not only because Qilin Blood was rumored in the Cultivation World to be a rare and strange treasure that could treat bodily injuries and enhance physique, but also because it contained an indescribable mystical power that could drive any cultivator to insanity. However, times had changed, and so had Logan's circumstances and needs. Now, he held a treasure even more precious and powerful than Qilin Blood, a Supreme Treasure that could directly enhance one's Cultivation Level and even glimpse into the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao. Thus, for Qilin Blood, he no longer had any desire.

That day, Logan and the Qilin met again in a desolate valley. Surrounded by jagged rocks and scattered dead trees, the valley presented a desolate scene. The Qilin looked at Logan with a gaze full of wariness and unease, unable to forget the battle they had over the Qilin Blood, although he had not succeeded in the end, the greed and determination were deeply branded in his heart.

“No need, I have to tell you again,” said Logan, his voice echoing in the valley with an undeniable firmness, “With your level of ability, don't think you can deal with me. The way you are now, in front of me, you are still weak.”

Hearing this, the Qilin clenched his teeth, burning with rage. He had never imagined that Logan would so bluntly demean him; it was a great insult to his dignity. He glared at Logan, his eyes intently fixed on him, as if trying to see through everything about his adversary.

“Aren't you afraid that I might sabotage you?” the Qilin roared, his voice carrying an uncontrollable anger and unwillingness.

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