I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

Some races have actually started to kneel in worship, having already sided with the Ancient Races. Their bloodlines are suppressed, reducing them to lowly humans both physiologically and psychologically—such tactics were very common in the First Epoch, where almost every race kept servants. It's surprising that in the Ninth Epoch this still proves effective.

"Resentful Clan Elder, this is a mythical phenomenon that emerged unexpectedly; it should also be an ancient species."

The Resentful Clan Elder looked at the Ancient Insect, eyes glinting with greed: "Our clan's Taotie Cauldron just needs a 'Heavenly Level' sacrifice; capturing it could restore my youth."

He hadn't performed a blood sacrifice in too long, and aging was gradually catching up with his lifespan.

The Ancient Insect also heard these words, and before Lu Yuan could give any commands, it suddenly retorted, "I thought someone remarkable had arrived, turns out it's just a blood-sucking vermin."

Its words were harsh, and the voice spread out like water wave ripples, expanding circle by circle.

Numerous civilizations stood shocked; this insect—a God—actually possessed wisdom, and they had been considering capturing it just moments before…

Moreover, isn't its tone way too arrogant?

The "Resentful Clan Elder" also hesitated, scrutinizing the opponent with fixed eyes; having wisdom or not makes a substantial difference: "Who are you, and why do you appear in this place?"

The Ancient Insect responded with a hostile countenance, "I am the Tomb Guardian of the Ruins of Buzhou, stationed here for a million years."

"During the Third Epoch, I fought with numerous enemies, guarding the Pangu Continent."

"You, a hidden vermin, dare to question me? And want to capture me for blood sacrifice? Do you dare to fight me?"

Its eyes were as sharp as sword beams, with wild ambitions swelling infinitely!

The thought of the Insect Race is straightforward; to gain notoriety, they must crush a weaker target!

I came here to make big money.

I want the Underground Alliance to become a Level 5 Civilization, surpassing humans!

"Resentful Clan Elder" was both shocked and angry. He realized now that this huge insect was purposely looking for trouble, intending to sacrifice him to heaven.

The surrounding civilizations erupted in chaos!

"Someone dares to trouble the Ancient Races!"

"No, it's not a person, it's an insect."

Some civilizations gloated, starting to look forward to both sides clashing.

Meanwhile, conversion factions immediately showed their teeth and cursed the Ancient Insect bitterly.

These conversion factions already exhibited severe fanatical devotion, incomprehensible yet undeniably real.

In such a situation, the "Resentful Clan Elder" was directly cornered!

He immediately realized he couldn't back down, as he represented the dignity of the Ancient Races now.

Personal life is minor, but the race's reputation is major.

Under the public's watchful eyes, failing to respond would instantly degrade the weight of the words "Ancient Races."

This responsibility he couldn't bear; going back, he would be subject to a blood sacrifice!

Yet the opposite was a colossal entity like a mountain and a mythical phenomenon, which he hadn't figured out thoroughly; if they truly fought, he might suffer a loss instead.

The Ancient Insect continued with sarcastic remarks, "Leaving just like that? I thought the Ancient Races were strong, but now it seems they're merely so-so."

"You blood-sucking vermin, I only need one move to kill you."

The Ancient Insect reveled in the surprised gazes of surrounding races, feeling almost ecstatic.

This is the feeling!

To be worshipped by myriad races, becoming their spiritual belief!

Did I, the Ancient Insect, invest in numerous civilizations really to guard the Pangu Continent?!

Of course not, it was for this moment of joy!

...

Lu Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed, realizing the old insect seemed to be lost in its act, completely playing into the role.

He secretly warned himself against letting the Ancient Insect act on its own in the future.

But the words were already out, and couldn't be taken back.

The "Resentful Clan Elder" of the Lin Yuan Clan showed an alternating pallor of blue and red on his aged face, as the four eyes on his head resentfully stared at the Ancient Insect. He turned around, retrieving a bronze bell from the flying boat.

"Dang…"

The sound of the Divine Bell echoed hauntingly, sending shivers through the soul. The nearby forest, upon hearing a mere hint of this sound, began to bleed from all seven apertures.

Numerous onlookers were shocked, hurriedly piloting flying ships to retreat.

Lu Yuan, hiding below ground, took a closer look at the bronze bell. Its tone was dark green, with spots revealing some verdigris from prolonged exposure to the elements.

Engraved with complex patterns, arranged horizontally and vertically, now obscured by rust.

"The forging technique seems rather ordinary."

In the Ancient Times, precious materials were abundant, even a clumsy craftsman could, with the material properties, produce decent extraordinary items.

This Divine Bell was called "Erosion Abyss," capable of generating Demon Sound, directly attacking the soul.

Its grade even reached Immortal Level!

"Resentful Clan Elder" snorted coldly; his personal combat might might not match the Ancient Insect, but with this bell, he had confidence he could defeat it.

White hair on his head fluttered suddenly, surrounding air turned dark red, a cold smile emerging on his face as killing intent overflowed, "I want to see what a latter-day myth's power is like!"

His flesh began to slowly swell, muscles bulging outward with veins popping, heartbeats resonating "boom boom," like thunder.

During the Ancient Times, bloodline was revered, the larger the body, the greater the power—because of this idealist phenomenon, later generations of the Mo Sect took what they needed and created the demon, this catastrophe-level anomaly.

Idealist interference intensified, spectators' electronic devices malfunctioned in large numbers. Numerous diplomats also knew, these gigantic beings' fight waves might accidentally kill them, and drove their ships farther away.

The elder swelled to a height of 300 meters, finally stopping; the disparity in size remained significant, but wasn't as exaggerated as initially. His four crimson eyes brimmed with bloodshot.