The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 588 - Consuming Divine Rings

This wasn’t the power of a regular World life form. Han Wu’s strength was possibly even beyond that of an experienced World life form!

MacArthur fell to his knees in despair at the realization. The gate to the fifty-first floor was ajar before him, yet still far beyond his reach.

“I am MacArthur, I am—”

Han Wu tore his throat off. “Yes, yes. You are MacArthur, and you can die now.”

MacArthur’s cooling body fell to the ground. Energy escaped from his disappearing body to slowly nurture the fiftieth floor. Once his corpse was gone, Han Wu collected the Divine Ring that had been left behind.

It was tragic for a World life form to not even have the opportunity to use their Divine Ring before perishing. Han Wu was about to toss the Divine Ring into his divine realm when he felt a strange pulse coming from his own Divine Ring.

He wasn’t sure what it was. After being transported to the fifty-first floor through the Death Tower in his divine realm, he had killed the administrator of the inner members. His Divine Ring had pulsated when he picked up the Divine Ring of the administrator as well.

Does my Divine Ring need something from these other Divine Rings? Han Wu wondered, tentatively placing MacArthur’s Divine Ring close to his.

The two were attracted to each other like magnets. Han Wu didn’t stop them. As the two Divine Rings touched, they started to merge until eventually, his Divine Ring consumed MacArthur’s. At the same time, he sensed that his Divine Ring had gained the ability to transform into MacArthur’s Divine Ring.

Han Wu tried the new ability out. Once his Divine Ring had turned into MacArthur’s, he carefully studied its power and soon came to the realization that MacArthur’s Divine Ring was a sham! 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Its effect was to amplify his authority and pressure. It didn’t have any attack or supporting Skills. It was a Divine Ring solely used to trick others!

Han Wu now understood why MacArthur didn’t use his Divine Ring even when he was confronted with death: his Divine Ring was useless!

Admittedly, that was not quite true. The effectiveness of a Divine Ring depended on its owner. For example, Han Wu could combine his Divine Authority with the effects of the Divine Ring to boost the former’s power.

The success of this trial run prompted Han Wu to test it out again. Retrieving the Divine Ring of the administrator, he placed it next to his own, allowing it to absorb it like it had MacArthur’s.

Han Wu received another form called the Pressure Ring. It could release a regulatable pressure that affected both body and soul. Han Wu was somewhat puzzled when he felt the effects of this Divine Ring.

Is this the origin of the pressure on the fifty-first floor and above? If so, then this Divine Ring is extremely powerful. But how could such a powerful Divine Ring fall into the hands of someone so normal?

This was the first time Han Wu had pondered the hierarchy of the Heaven Stair Civilization, and it left him thoroughly perplexed.

How are the inner members chosen? Is it based on who can endure the pressure of the fifty-first floor?

Just then, many invaders of the Divine Civilizations arrived alongside their units. The sight of Han Wu raised their hackles, and it wasn’t until they detected his presence as a Major God that they realized they were allies.

“The gate to the fifty-first floor has been opened. You may enter, but be careful of the pressure inside,” Han Wu warned.

“I’ve experienced it before. There’s nothing to be wary about.” One of them scoffed, brimming with overconfidence as he unhesitatingly crossed into the fifty-first floor.

Tremendous pressure pressed down onto him, flattening his body to the ground. He couldn’t even lift his finger. When the others saw this, they instinctively turned to Han Wu.

Han Wu shrugged. “I warned him.”

Ignoring their gazes, he stepped over the person’s body before casually heading into the depths of the fifty-first floor.

The others gulped. The pressure didn’t seem to affect Han Wu at all! He was too strong!

“Do you know who that is? Is he a God King?” one person asked.

“He’s not a God King, but his strength is equivalent to one. I’ve seen him fight once, and it was very exhilarating...”

“Who is he?”

“He’s Han Wu, the second year valedictorian of the Imperial College. He’s also the owner of the Blood Coliseum!”

“He’s a second year? Are you sure? Is my college a sham?”

“Don’t compare yourself to others. You’ll probably die from high blood pressure.”

Han Wu paid no mind to their gossip, heading deeper until he finally reached the depths of the fifty-first floor.

The God Kings had already slain most of the orcs, but there were still some stragglers hiding in the darker corners of the floor, and Han Wu’s job was to deal with them. He gave his units free rein while he leisurely sat on a stone and browsed the items he could exchange for with the points he had.

He soon came across a new item called the Law Tree. It could absorb energy to grow mature Laws. There were fifty of them, with each costing 10 trillion points. A regular invader wouldn’t be able to exchange one, as they likely wouldn’t even have 100 million points.

Enduring the pressure of the Heaven Stair Civilization and killing the native life forms here weren’t as simple as one expected. However, unlike the others, Han Wu had the benefit of being the greatest contributor to the plan of invading the Heaven Stair Civilization.

Even disregarding the rewards he would get for planning the assault, the fact that he had captured Jia Gui alive, killed MacArthur, and slain the inner member administrator was more than enough for him to earn 10 trillion points.

He had also left units across all fifty floors to endlessly slaughter the native life there. Naturally, accumulating 10 trillion points was a breeze for him. He exchanged the points for a single Law Tree, which he planted in his divine realm.

The Law Tree slowly embedded itself into his divine realm as it received and absorbed the surrounding energy. Han Wu had no idea when it would bear fruit, but he was in no hurry as he still had a backlog of 150 Laws in his vault.

He looked forward to how strong he would become after absorbing all of them. There was only one issue: he had no idea what the next few power levels were.

If he wanted to ascend beyond the World rank, he would need to find a teacher. Of the possible candidates, the God King of Death seemed like the best option as his next mentor.

The incident at the Imperial College had given him the impression that Death was almost certainly above World rank. Moreover, Han Wu held the title of the Holy Son of Death. It wouldn’t be too much to ask for guidance, right?