A wisp of his remnant soul was obliterated, gravely injuring his vital energy.
It was barely a breath away from the "Young Master’s" divine soul being eternally trapped in the nightmare.
This was the most tragic loss to date.
Losing the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons within the Refining Demon Mountain ant losing an inexhaustible treasury.
A massive number of monster cultivators, the "henchn" driven by the Divine Lord, along with beast materials, demon monster flesh, and evil spirits’ evil thoughts, all lost their supply.
Although there was a cause, a divine punishnt was unavoidable.
This was also, to date, the most severe "cruel torture" Mr. Tu had ever received.
He witnessed and personally experienced all sorts of cruel punishnts within the Great Wilderness, where the human world was like a prison.
After the punishnt, Mr. Tu’s skin was tattered and his bones exposed, collapsing to the ground, almost unrecognizable as a human, like a lump of ravaged "flesh."
At the sa ti, what was even more painful was his divine soul.
It was unclear how long had passed before Mr. Tu recovered from the endless pain.
The pain of the divine punishnt was branded into his divine soul.
Yet, his skin and flesh gradually revived, returning to their human form.
Mr. Tu trembled as he knelt before the forest-white sheep bone divine statue, his voice quivering, "The guilty slave, thanks... thanks Divine Lord for your grace..."
Although the Divine Lord imposed cruel torture.
The divine punishnt was unprecedented in its severity.
But Mr. Tu knew in his heart that the Divine Lord had actually shown rcy.
The Divine Lord understood him.
The root cause of this defeat was because the opponent was a "Fierce God."
How can mortals compare to deities?
It was the Fierce God who was too strong, rather than his own weakness.
In the face of a deity, no matter how thorough the preparations, how ticulous the plans are, sotis they are all in vain.
And this battle, despite the heavy losses, also yielded significant gains.
Mr. Tu prostrated himself, speaking with fear:
"The true enemy of the Divine Lord revealed itself before this guilty slave..."
"This is a recently hatched, young Fierce God!"
"The divine skill of this deity is a golden divine sword, but its structure is ancient, the sword body is crude, resembling a sword yet not a sword."
"Using the sword as a divine skill indicates its heavy deathly nature!"
"The myriad evil spirits in the Demon Refining Diagram were slaughtered by it, revealing its profound ferocity!"
"This deity must be a Fierce God among the Evil Gods."
"And the henchn and followers of this Fierce God, the ones at the forefront, are the Taixu Gate!"
"Even the Rushing Void Sect and the Tai’a Sect cannot escape their connections!"
"Among the three sects of this line, there must be high-ranking cultivators secretly worshiping this ’Fierce God,’ driven by this Fierce God, doing their utmost to protect this young Fierce God as it grows safely, ruling a region."
"And the goal of this Fierce God..."
Mr. Tu bowed his head, his teeth chattering, "is precisely the Divine Lord!"
The room suddenly darkened.
In fear, Mr. Tu spoke faster: "The Divine Lord slumbers, the Divine Thought is silent, the divine might unflaunted."
"This Fierce God dares to be so audacious, seeking to seize the opportunity to covet the Divine Lord, covertly usurping the Divine Lord’s authority, conspiring to rob the Divine Lord of rank, and even..."
"to reach for the Divine Marrow of the Divine Lord!"
A sudden gust of wind arose, the chamber steeped in blood, as though supre oppression descended, suffocating.
The Divine Lord was angry!
Mr. Tu knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
A mont later, everything dispersed.
It seed there was a "divine sign" in Mr. Tu’s heart.
It was as if the Divine Lord had given him so revelation.
For a mont, Mr. Tu’s eyes showed a void and cruelty, revealing an eerie majesty, only to return to normal shortly after.
Mr. Tu stayed dazed for a while, then beca wildly joyful.
Suppressing his fear and excitent, he knelt reverently, saying:
"Blessed by the Divine Lord, this old slave will spare no effort to set up a heaven-earth snare, to capture this ’Fierce God.’
"Let this youthful Fierce God beco the most bountiful ’sacrifice’ at the grand ceremony of the Divine Lord’s revival!"
"Let him know, that even if one offends my Lord’s divine might, even if they are deities, they will undoubtedly die!"
As Mr. Tu finished speaking, the blood in the room gradually faded.
The oppressive atmosphere completely disappeared.
Mr. Tu slowly stood up, but his expression remained grave.
Hunting the ’Fierce God’... is inevitably extrely difficult.
It is unknown how many prices must be paid, how many lives lost, how many demon monsters and evil spirits will be obliterated...
But all of this is worth it.
Moreover, that Fierce God is still young, the divine rank is only second grade, and the innate divine ability is not yet fully developed; no matter how strong, it is limited.
If not killed now, it will undoubtedly beco a great threat in the future!
That Fierce God...
Scenes of what he saw at the disappearance of his remnant soul involuntarily floated in Mr. Tu’s mind.
Golden light filled the sky, a young divine body, a simple yet terrifying "divine sword."
This vision was what he ’inferred.’
After the remnant soul’s death, all relating to it would vanish.
He was not supposed to know.
He borrowed the Divine Lord’s telekinesis to infer about himself, to see the visions his remnant soul saw before dying.
He dared only to infer about himself.
Even with eighteen tis more courage, he dared not infer about a Fierce God.
Yet, inferring about his own remnant soul, this was the scene beheld.
Apart from this, there were no more clues.
Unable to see the Fierce God’s face, nor its form.
This might have been inconsequential, but what truly caught Mr. Tu’s attention was the vague sight of the Fierce God’s eyes.
These eyes, deep like a cold pond, with shimring lustre, complex and bizarre, seed to contain multiple layers of different powers.
And the most unsettling was a layer of "black shadow."
This was no ordinary black shadow.
Within the black shadow of the Fierce God’s eyes, there seed to be a faint mix of so kind of deceitful divine thought algorithm.
A na surfaced in Mr. Tu’s heart.
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