"Death God Staff, a super artifact… tsk tsk," Su Wen eyed the tricolored staff Electrolux handed him, marveling. It was the first super artifact he'd seen in person.
After ascending as Death God, Electrolux's weapon was upgraded into a super artifact too.
Shrouded in gray mist, Elder Yi's presence was overwhelming—of course, also intimidating… a Death God, after all.
"They say… gods can't interfere in the lower realms," Electrolux frowned slightly.
"No worries, just help stall Tang San," Su Wen replied with a smile, feeling suddenly lighter. God King Tang was always a mountain pressing on every top-tier transmigrator.
Now, he really did have soone in the God Realm.
"Tang San, naturally," Electrolux smiled faintly, a hint of pride in his eyes. He had absorbed nearly all the original divine power, reaching God King status. Though his divine seat was newly ford, and not as strong as Tang San and the others yet, with his foundation, he'd soon catch up—or even surpass them…
Don't underestimate Death God authority.
All life is subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death—under his domain.
Within the countless worlds overseen by the God Realm, his power could even surpass the Shura God.
He felt emotional.
Once just a wisp of divine sense, who would have thought he'd get here—rebuilding a body was one thing, but achieving what his god-self once dread of.
This disciple… truly wasn't a mistake.
Electrolux glanced at Su Wen, his gaze softening.
"Tang San is pushing hard. I should go."
"As long as you don't step into the Valley of Love's Inquiry, he can't do anything to you. That place is where the Love God fell, now controlled by the Nine-Colored Goddess. It's one of the few places where the God Realm can directly interfere in the mortal world…"
"I'll rember, teacher," Su Wen said, smiling.
"I'm off!"
Without lingering, Electrolux turned decisively.
He walked into the gray mist, his figure fading until it disappeared. Monts later, the mist dispersed—no trace of him remained.
"Without Tang San's oppression, it's a relief. But the Sea God Fate Matchmaking Conference is even more troubleso…" Su Wen frowned.
How many?
No, the ones who like him are far more than that.
Not to ntion if Gu Yuena will co to stir things up. The eldest senior sister will probably host, but not participate, right?
Hmm… hard to say.
Sun-Moon Empire.
A small village.
"Kekeke, you were born to be consud. Your soul and flesh are destined for us—it's fate!" A black-robed young man gave a classic villain laugh, standing amid a field of corpses, blood staining the ground red. Before him, a boy's soul struggled in pain but couldn't break free.
"Consumable, huh…"
The boy's eyes dimd.
As the village's only student from the imperial capital, he'd worked hard for a bright future—but upon returning ho, he was targeted by a group of evil soul masters.
His only regret was dragging his fellow villagers into this.
Seeing this, the black-robed man grew bored, opening his mouth wide and swallowing the soul, belching contentedly.
"Worthy of a soul engineer—such powerful spiritual force… delicious. A high-quality soul like this is worth a whole village of mortals."
"One step closer to Soul Sage."
"Pity there are too few such 'consumables.' Few at the Royal Academy lack a background. I waited ages for a powerless one to co ho."
He shook his head, a cold smile on his lips. "But I'm only a quasi-Holy Spirit now. Once I reach Soul Sage, I'll have a shot at becoming a Holy Spirit…"
"Congratulations in advance, my lord!" a subordinate flattered.
"If not for the disaster in the sect, angering that slaughter god, how would we have a chance at this seat?" The man sneered, eyes flashing with fear. Though the upper echelons tried to cover it up, the massacre of more than ten altars couldn't be hidden.
They knew so of the truth.
That man's na, his image, haunted them like the god of death.
A demon in their hearts—unforgettable.
Because he'd slaughtered all the sect's upper echelons, the sect was now short on strong middle-level mbers. The grand elders had to promote a batch of Soul Sages to rebuild the altars.
He thus had a chance to take over one.
Unthinkable in the old days.
"…"
"My lord, what exactly happened recently?" the subordinate probed.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't." The man glared coldly.
"Yes!" The subordinate bowed deeply, sweat beading on his forehead.
"The Sun-Moon Empire's army is coming. Retreat!" The leader suppressed the demon in his heart, turned to his n, and gave the order.
"Yes, sir!"
As they soared into the air to leave—
Suddenly, the black-robed man gagged, halting in mid-air, face purpling.
"My lord…" the subordinate exclaid.
"No, sothing's coming out!" He pointed at the man's throat, terrified.
"Urgh!!" The man clutched his throat, desperately trying to swallow whatever was writhing inside. But it squird madly, as if the world's most primordial law was drawing them back to their rightful places.
At last, hundreds of streaks of light shot from his mouth, racing into the sky.
To the subordinate's shock, not just here, but in distant Mingdu and the Evil Forest, countless lights ford a rainbow pillar, pouring into a phantom black gate…
"What… is this?"
He muttered, failing to notice that his leader's power had dropped from peak Soul King to Soul Master, even below the level needed for a first soul ring.
"No!!!"
Holy Spirit Sect Main Altar.
Below.
Ye Xishui's beautiful face was now twisted with rage and hysteria—and fear.
The Tower of Death quaked, countless souls surging inside as if drawn by a force to so "paradise."
"Xishui, let go…"
Long Xiaoyao appeared slowly.
Seeing this, his face grew complicated.
This was… the power of the world's law.
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