Precisely at a billion miles outside the Booze Palace planet, space warped and distorted, and two figures were thrown out.

The first was Urroghat who looked around him aghast at the thought that he had just been moved without his will, the second was the white-haired man, who had his backs turned against the god and was fingering some of the chains wrapped around his body while he muttered about being too slow.

He was distracted by tapping on the chains, and each tap he made made the stars in the distance vibrate, as large chunks of star matter were sprayed out into the universe.

Urroghat looked at the healing space behind him and his pupils shrunk a bit, because he noticed something very amazing that almost left him in awe. Urroghat was nearly forty-five million years old, he was far older than the gods of Trion

The time between the rise of the gods of Trion and their entire reign was barely a small part of his eternal life, and in the vast universe, even Trion itself was just a speck in the grand scheme of things.

So the fact that what had just happened that left him in awe was very shocking.

Urroghat brows were squeezed together in thought. They had not teleported, instead this mortal had dragged him all the way here.

That alone was enough to be called a godly feat that could shake a generation, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.

This mortal had moved so fast that his speed had transcended time and space, and although they were a billion miles away from the planet, they had actually not spent any time reaching her.

In fact what happened was the opposite, they spent less time!

Urroghat could see in the distance the scene of himself inside that Tavern with the white-haired man just before he made his move and hauled him into space

He had traveled so quickly that time did not just stand still, it reversed itself!

What was amazing was that this mortal had casually broken two very solid rules of the universe, and Urroghat had detected no power being used. He did all these with his body alone!

Urroghat's gaze became solemn, and he recalled the words of this man just now, he had complained about his slowness.

He looked at this white-haired figure and the many chains wrapped around his body shackling him and restricting his movements and Urroghat could no longer hold any arrogance in his heart. Of course, he could battle this mortal with his godly technique, but the thought of him, a Major God contemplating on battling with a mortal, was a concept so ridiculous to him that he almost felt as if he was dreaming.

His speed was just one factor, there was also the supreme control this man had over force, he had moved a Major God without triggering the hundreds of passive defenses he had around his body, all the while bearing such heavy burdens.

As a Major God he carried his Realm with him, which means he was anchored to his Divine Kingdom at all times, yet he had dragged him alongside his Divine Kingdom with no mishap, to precisely a billion miles away from the Tavern.

This was not a mortal but a Titan.

Urroghat's bearing changed and he cupped his hand, "Forgive me for speaking with you in such a reckless manner, it would be my honor to know your name."

He was being very sincere with no hint of ill will in his heart. Urroghat was a Major God but he knew it would be very difficult for him to replicate this feat, talk less of a mortal who had barely lived a fraction of his years with far less power and resources to call on.

Someone like this deserves to be respected, no matter how low their power levels are. If this man held Divinity and upgraded his soul, he would be a force to be reckoned with.

The White-haired man smiled, "If you can follow me for drinks and a chat, we can settle this difference, and perhaps you may gain what you want without any violence."

Urroghat smiled back, "The task I'm pursuing is very important, and I think someone like you can appreciate my concern. My Tribulation was snatched away."

Telmus stroked his chin, his features did not show any shock, Urroghat sighed and continued,

"I know there have been times during history when such things happened, but I am a Major God, and I see the threads of Fate. There were only two sources where the Tribulation was to fall, me and someone else. With the amount of energy that Tribulation had accumulated, it would have satisfied ten separate sources. Yet, with a method I cannot yet understand, the second source collected every single bit of the Tribulation Energy. You should know that such things are impossible, no single person's Tribulation can be so powerful it drains all the energy of the Tribulation, so that means this other source must have a method to store or seize Tribulations!"

The White-haired man paused before his features went solemn, "What sort of technique are you practicing?"

Urroghat hesitated before he replied, "The Berserker Arts. Do you know about it?"

"Intimately," The White Haired man smiled, and opened his palms, where billions of red maggots the size of earthworms flooded out, this was Berserker Intent at the peak of the Origin Level!

At first, Urroghat thought this man must only have an unreasonable powerful body and force control, but the methods he just used to unleash the Berserker Art at the Origin Level, made him rethink the power of this mortal, with the Aura he could see hovering around this mortal, this was not even his central ability.

Urroghat took a step forward, his eyes shrouded in desire, this was the object of his quest for so long, and to see it displayed so easily here was like seeing a choice meal laid out before him that he could not touch, for a god this was beyond frustrating.

His anger began to grow once more, a Berserker Tribulation might seem like a simple thing on the surface but it was nothing but. The fact that the Tribulation had been stolen meant that he might have to wait at least hundreds of thousands of years or even millions for the energy of the Tribulation to gather itself again.