Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

In the Divine Realm.

"How strange, why do I have this sense of unease?" Amiya frowned deeply, scanning his surroundings but finding nothing unusual.

As he was pondering, a spatial rift appeared before him. Everyone around turned to look, thinking that Nansi and the others had returned.

But it had only been a short while. Could the Angel Tribe in that world have been so weak that they were exterminated this quickly?

In the next second, a streak of light shot out from the rift. The crowd's faces changed, preparing to intercept it.

However, Amiya furrowed his brows and waved his right hand, causing the streak of light to fall directly into his palm.

When he saw what it was, Amiya's face darkened, and he immediately stood up. Everyone else looked over and realized it was a severed arm.

"That arm looks like it belongs to Lord Nansi! There's writing on it!" one person shouted, and the others quickly examined the arm. Sure enough, carved into the arm were the words: "To save him, deliver five hundred trillion divine crystals!"

Though it was just a few words, Amiya's face turned even more grim, and the others frowned as well. No one had expected Nansi to be captured, and to have his arm severed.

"Lord, what should we do now? Should we call for reinforcements and go in to rescue Lord Nansi?" someone beside Amiya asked.

"Hmph, how dare these locals threaten our Fallen God Palace! These natives are truly audacious. Lord, I am willing to lead a group to charge in and rescue Lord Nansi!" one warrior declared, his voice filled with fury.

"We can't let anything happen to Lord Nansi! We're all willing to go rescue him!" others echoed, their eyes full of anger.

The Fallen God Palace had always been the one bullying others; never before had anyone dared to challenge them.

"This arm carries the aura of the Demon Race. It seems that not only the Angel Tribe exists in this world but also the Demon Race," Amiya said in a low voice.

The Demon Race?

Hearing this, the crowd was stunned for a moment. They knew that the Angel and Demon Tribes had always been allies, but they hadn't expected them to join forces in this world as well.

"Lord, if the Demon Race is involved, then we must bring more people and destroy both the Angel and Demon Tribes! If we succeed, the Divine Lord will certainly reward our Fallen God Palace!" someone suggested, and the others nodded in agreement.

The entire Divine Realm was currently hunting down members of the Demon Race. If they could capture the Demons and present them to the Divine Lord, it would be a great merit.

"Judging by this Demon's aura, he has reached the level of a True Deity. Even if you go in, you'll just be marching to your deaths," Amiya said, shaking his head.

In the Divine Realm, they were powerful. But in that world, they would only be as strong as Upper Deitys. Against a True Deity, no matter how many of them there were, they would only be cannon fodder.

"A True Deity? I thought that world only had Upper Deitys? How could a True Deity exist there? No wonder Lord Nansi was captured," one of them remarked, shocked.

"If we were in the Divine Realm, neither the Angel nor the Demon Tribes would dare be so arrogant. Any one of us could wipe them out," another added, their gaze shifting back to Amiya.

They knew it was now up to Amiya to decide. Either pay the ransom, or send more people to fight.

"The Demon calculated this perfectly. Five hundred trillion divine crystals—no more, no less. It's just enough," Amiya sneered.

Indeed, five hundred trillion divine crystals was his limit. If the price had been higher, he would have abandoned Nansi without hesitation. But now, at exactly five hundred trillion, it was hard to refuse. He wanted to rescue Nansi but was reluctant to pay such a large amount.

"Fine. Let's get him back first and assess the situation on that continent," Amiya sighed after a moment. He waved his hand, and a spatial rift appeared beside him. A storage ring flew out from the rift, and Amiya tossed it into the portal leading to the Esral Continent.

"Why hasn't there been any movement yet? Could it be that Amiya has decided to abandon him?" Sylvus waited for a while, growing suspicious. There was no way he would lower the price. Once he showed weakness, the Fallen God Palace would take advantage of it.

If Amiya truly intended to abandon Nansi, Sylvus had no choice but to go to the Divine Realm, gather another hundred trillion divine crystals, and then use a Divine Light Cannon to blow the Fallen God Palace to pieces.

Just as Sylvus was thinking this, a streak of light flew out from the crack in the sky. His eyes lit up, and with a thought, the light landed in his hand.

"Five hundred trillion divine crystals, just as expected," Sylvus smiled as he examined the storage ring. Then, he turned his gaze to Nansi beside him.

"My master has already given you the divine crystals. Will you release me now?" Nansi asked, his face pale as he looked at Sylvus. His right arm had been severed, and his aura was weak, but as long as he returned to the Divine Realm, his arm could be healed. For now, his main priority was survival.

"Of course, I'm a businessman. I always keep my word," Sylvus smiled. He gave a nod to Deced, who understood the gesture immediately. Deced grabbed Nansi and flew toward the rift in the sky.

As they neared the portal, Nansi's heart surged with excitement. Once he returned to the Divine Realm, everything would return to normal. He also made a decision: once he met his master, he would demand revenge and repay today's humiliation a hundredfold.

"Off you go!"

As they reached the portal, Deced kicked Nansi, sending him flying into the rift. Nansi let out a scream as he disappeared into the portal.

Seeing Nansi vanish, Deced returned to Sylvus, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Boss, doing that might provoke Amiya," Deced said with a chuckle. Though the kick wasn't fatal, Deced had used a special technique of the Demon Race. Nansi would be tortured for forty-nine days before he died. By then, Amiya would likely end his suffering himself.

"I got the money, and I returned the person. What more does he want?" Sylvus said mockingly.

Sure, he had returned Nansi, but he never promised to return him intact. If Amiya couldn't save Nansi within forty-nine days, it wasn't Sylvus' fault.

Deced grinned as well. His boss was truly formidable—he wasn't even afraid of a Deity Emperor. Deced was sure he had chosen the right person to follow.

Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm, Amiya and the others waited by the portal. A moment later, they sensed an aura emerging. In the next second, a figure appeared before them.

The moment the figure materialized, a scream of agony filled the air, causing the crowd's expressions to change dramatically.