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Chapter 932: I'm sorry!!!

...At the very front of the Divine Mountain.

A burly man with bulging, gnarled muscles suddenly halted his steps.

The moment he opened his eyes, a flicker of flame danced in his pupils.

With each breath, two streams of sulfur-scented hot air snorted from his nostrils.

Xiao Huohuo.

A man who had already spent ten years on the Divine Mountain, the record holder for the longest duration in the Fire God's First Divine Trial.

Every month, he would push the rolling stone a bit further up.

Every month, he would get a little closer to the summit than the month before.

Ten years ago, he had already comprehended the rules of the Fire God's Divine Trial—to withstand the ever-increasing temperature, one had to learn to utilize the Fire God's divinity within the Divine Mountain.

This stuff was like the spiritual energy in the mountains; whoever absorbed more could go further.

Logically, no one should be able to snatch food from his mouth.

But today was different.

Xiao Huohuo, with one hand propping up the rolling stone, frowned.

The surrounding lava had dimmed considerably, and many flames that should have been burning brightly had inexplicably extinguished.

It was as if... someone had siphoned away the fuel?

"Strange."

He closed his eyes and extended his divine sense outward.

Then his expression froze.

The Fire God's divinity within his body was flowing outward at a speed akin to desertion.

Like a receding tide, it surged relentlessly towards the area behind him without a single look back.

Xiao Huohuo whipped his head around.

He saw a massive, rapidly spinning vortex of Fire God's divinity.

At the vortex's center—

was a huge rolling stone ablaze with roaring flames!

Boom!

That rolling stone was charging straight towards him at an absurdly fast speed.

It was unclear who was pushing the stone from behind, but faint voices could be heard.

"Aaaaaah! Move, move, move—!!!"

A clear, crisp shout echoed along the mountain path.

Xiao Huohuo's eyes widened bit by bit.

Having lived over a hundred years, this was the first time he had seen someone pushing a rolling stone with the momentum of a runaway carriage on the Divine Mountain.

But that wasn't important.

What was important was...

He seemed about to be flattened.

"Stop, stop quickly! There's someone here!"

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but his hands were still propping up his stone.

Trying to push his stone to change direction was simply impossible in time.

In his desperation, he could only grit his teeth, twist his body to the side, attempting to buy a little maneuvering space for his own rolling stone.

However—

It was too late.

"I can't stop aaaaaah—!"

With that shout.

Boom—!!!

The two rolling stones collided solidly.

In that instant, Xiao Huohuo felt that what he was pushing might not be a stone, but a cannonball.

The tremendous impact directly sent his rolling stone flying into the air, performing a 720-degree rotation before crashing down onto the mountain path with a thunderous boom, creating a large crater in the ground.

Xiao Huohuo himself was also carried off his feet by the force, flying backward and landing sprawled out beside his own rolling stone.

Although his stone hadn't rolled out of the crater, its surface was now covered in cracks.

Under Xiao Huohuo's despairing gaze, his rolling stone finally let out a crack and split into two halves.

As for the perpetrator—

Li Qingran pushed her rolling stone, whizzing past him without a backward glance, kicking up a trail of dust.

From within the dust, her voice faintly drifted:

"Sorry, sorry, sorry—!!!"

The voice grew increasingly distant.

Xiao Huohuo lay on his back by the crater's edge, gazing up at the eternal fiery clouds above the Divine Mountain, lost in thought.

He had spent ten years on the Divine Mountain.

In those ten years, he had seen the steady and methodical, the ones who gave up halfway, those who pushed until they vomited blood, and those who cried their way down the mountain.

But he had never seen—

He had never seen anyone push a rolling stone like they were rushing to a market.

And he had certainly never seen his own rolling stone get smashed by someone else's.

"..."

Xiao Huohuo slowly turned his head to look at the split rolling stone beside him.

Then he glanced at the distant figure who had already charged far away and was still rushing forward.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end could only let out a bitter laugh.

Well...

The rolling stone is broken, gotta start over again.

...

At the same time.

Other trial-takers pushing stones on the mountain path also stopped one after another.

They stared dumbfounded as a figure swept past them, moving so fast it seemed like a ghost was chasing it.

Then they saw, in the distance, the veteran brother Xiao Huohuo, who hadn't budged from his spot in ten years, now lying by a crater with his rolling stone—the shattered kind.

Someone swallowed hard.

"What... just happened?"

No one could answer him.

Only the howling mountain wind and the faint, increasingly distant "sorry" from afar.

...

Wherever Li Qingran passed, all Fire God's divinity automatically attached itself, gathering around her into an ever-growing vortex.

The vortex spun larger and faster.

Initially, it was just a rapidly spinning mass of aggregated divinity. Gradually, it began to pull in the surrounding flames. Flames from the lava rivers were sucked upward, sparks from rock crevices were swept in, and even the lingering embers from several distant dormant volcano craters began trembling and drifting outward.

The moment the fire tornado formed, the entire Divine Mountain trembled.

Boom—

The mountain shook, sending rocks tumbling down.

The trial-takers pushing their rolling stones staggered, some even knocked flat onto the ground by the tremors.

The Divine Kingdom of Fire's Joy.

On the Throne of Fire's Joy, a figure slowly opened his eyes.

Prometheus.

The Fire God.

He had lived for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, seen countless trial-takers struggle for survival under his watchful eye, and witnessed countless brilliant talents fall halfway up the mountain.

But he had never seen such commotion.

He extended his divine sense, sweeping it across the mountainside—

Then fell silent.

At the center of that fire tornado, a blurry figure was pushing a rolling stone upward, moving so fast it seemed like the stone was rolling forward on its own.

And the Fire God's divinity of the entire Divine Mountain was madly surging towards her, so intensely that the space around her began to distort.

"...Is this the Chosen One the Golden Dragon King mentioned?"

Prometheus murmured to himself.

Previously, the Golden Dragon King had come to him, saying something about a junior with overwhelming destiny energy coming to take the Divine Trial, asking him to do a favor and open a back door.

Otherwise, he'd kill him.

He hadn't been pleased at the time.

What a joke?

He was the Fire God, one of the upper deities!

A Divine Trial was a Divine Trial; why should he open a back door for anyone?

But he had to listen to the Golden Dragon King.

Otherwise, he would be killed.

But now...

Prometheus watched the ever-growing fire tornado, looked at the figure madly pushing the rolling stone, and fell into deep thought.

This seems...

No back door needed?

This is clearly charging through the front door.

In all his years, he had never seen anyone turn a Divine Trial into something like this.

No, rather, he had never seen anyone turn the Divine Mountain into something like this.

If she kept running like this a bit longer, would the mountain collapse?

Prometheus withdrew his divine sense, sat on his fiery throne, and lightly tapped his fingers on the armrest.

The Golden Dragon King had said this person was the Chosen One, that the destiny energy of the entire plane was converging on them.

He hadn't believed it then.

Now he did.

Not only did he believe, but a new thought arose—

Such a person shouldn't be left for others.

That old thing, the God of Death, had been poaching people everywhere lately. If he learned of such a monstrous existence, he would definitely try to snatch her away.

Must get ahead of him.

Prometheus stood up, straightened his divine robes, and cleared his throat.

Then—

He directly descended from the Divine Kingdom to the mountaintop platform.

The fiery throne reformed, and he sat upon it properly, even adjusting his posture to appear both majestic and amiable, possessing the bearing of a deity yet not seeming too aloof.

After settling in, he thought again, feeling this angle might not be optimal.

So he slightly shifted the throne to the side, positioning himself to directly face the ascending path.

Then he thought again, feeling his expression might be too stern.

So he relaxed his facial muscles a bit, making himself look like he was "casually waiting for a destined individual."

After all.

Since he had taken a liking to the other party.

He must show proper respect.

Even as a deity, he was not above such customs.

"Come!" He revealed a kind smile. "Accept my Divine Position! Chosen One!"

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