Blood flowed down the white bone stairs.
Countless broken demon corpses lay scattered around the Skeleton Altar, piling up like mountains. The filthy, scalding blood washed over the inscriptions on the altar's sides. Nurous severed limbs began to burn after being stained with the eerie blue Soul Fire. As Su Ziyu gradually ascended towards the top of the Throne of Fear, the blue flas ignited as if they were flickers of the Nether Lamp guiding the way.
It was a throne in the topmost place of the Abyss Divine Kingdom, resembling a massive twisted white bone hand gripping tightly. Sharp finger bones pointed towards the sky, and the palm held the throne at its center. Both sides were adorned with jewels symbolizing power and fear, resembling flas and blood.
Su Ziyu finally ca to a halt in front of the Throne of Fear.
Yet, he did not ascend this throne, even though no demons remained to stop him.
Because this throne was not his.
He rely turned and quietly gazed down upon the Divine Realm located in the abyss, reflecting on the insights he had gained through each bloody step, climbing from the lowest origin of the Divine Kingdom.
No rcy, no compassion, no morality.
Here, he could feel the abyss's truest form, witnessing the demons pleading and begging one mont, only to turn and hideously stab out with blades from the shadows the next. In the midst of the slaughter, he felt himself shedding the weakness, compassion, and rcy of the past bit by bit. Every ti he faced death at the hands of demons, it was as if a hamr struck his heart, making his will ever firr, his blade swings ever faster, leaving no room for hesitation.
Slay every enemy blocking your path forward!
Regardless if they were pitifully enchanting demons, or ferocious and terrifying Balrog Fla Demons, or deceitful and scheming Enchanting Demons.
Kill them all! Leave none alive!
This was what the Death God Sovereign once did, and now Su Ziyu was experiencing it all over again.
"A terrifying person indeed!..." Su Ziyu muttered in front of the Throne of Fear.
This entity had experienced all of this even during a mortal phase, teaching Su Ziyu the most direct way to purify Divinity of all remaining consciousness.
Kill!
Kill through it all!
Kill all remaining fragnts of Divinity that try to resist or corrode your will!
Finally.
The dark and splendid Divine Realm before him gradually collapsed into the void. Cracks began to appear on the Throne of Fear and Su Ziyu's consciousness plunged into the void, awakening and returning bit by bit. External perceptions gradually awakened as well.
"Trial completed."
"The remnants of Divinity within the host have been entirely eradicated by the ritual 'Heart of Death God's Slaughter'!... All related spiritual contamination has been erased!... Pollution value reset to zero!..."
"You have acquired knowledge of the mysterious ritual—'Authority of the Son of Slaughter'!"
As a massive stream of data surfaced in his mind, Su Ziyu connected to an external data stream. It was a very special ritual.
——"Authority of the Son of Slaughter [Death Ceremony]: Use a demigod-tier creature's corpse as a sacrificial offering, ignite its soul within a prepared ritual, and summon the true na of one who dominates death. Upon successful ritual completion, the 'Son of Slaughter' template temporarily acquired will greatly enhance one's ability to absorb Divinity, allowing for the locking of spiritual contamination within one's mind." [Warning! If unable to pass Will Immunity, starting this ritual may lead to a shift towards a more bloodthirsty personality!]
Consciousness returned to the body.
Su Ziyu found himself in a room within a palace, facing the back of Shire, an angel with golden hair. However, there was sothing amiss with her condition. To Su Ziyu, it seed as if there was a mirror between them, isolating Shire as a mirror image amid the surrounding space. Shire, who had keenly sensed Su Ziyu's awakening, turned and said, "The Orcs have scattered."
"We should prepare to leave."
Su Ziyu's spiritual waves emanated to the outside world. Upon locating Empress Isabella, he hesitated and asked, "Are you alright?"
Shire shook her head, saying, "I'm fine. However, the arrival of that existence has already triggered a repulsive reaction in this Crystal Wall Elent system. I'll soon be forced out."
"Without serving as the Space Beacon, it will be difficult for you to return to the Space-Ti Hub."
Su Ziyu furrowed his brow, asking, "Must I leave now?"
"I can wait for you for another fifteen minutes," Shire's figure passed through the mirror like water waves and replied.
Upon hearing this, Su Ziyu's expression turned serious, saying, "Fifteen minutes is enough. I'll be right back."
After speaking, his figure disappeared from sight.
Outside, the battlefield had been nearly cleared. It appeared Su Ziyu had spent quite so ti in the trial secret realm of the Death God. The Orcs outside had almost completely scattered, though completely exterminating them remained unrealistic. These scattered Orcs would turn into interstellar pirates until a powerful leader erged among them to initiate a massive 'WAAAGH!' Otherwise, they'd fall into a prolonged period of internecine squabble.
Upon his ergence, Su Ziyu witnessed groups of Imperial soldiers, ard with flathrowers, incinerating hundreds of kiloters of the battlefield in formations. In so areas where battles had initially taken place, Orc corpses lay decomposed into mushroom spores. Without intervention, these spores could, within two or three days, sprout into humanoid outlines leading to the growth of the lowest-tier Orcs—'Snotlings,' within a week. A complete legion of Orcs would then erge, using the battlefield's left-over scrap tal and thinking 'I reckon this should work,' they would manually forge suit after suit of heavy Exoskeleton Armor from the junk.
This expansion obstruction was the reason why the Empire's expansion was impeded in the past as there were several planet systems in nearby star systems occupied by Orcs, and their terrifying genetic ascension originated from their rapid army creation capability.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As Imperial soldiers incinerated the battlefield, small mushroom clouds rose in the distance—not launched nuclear warheads, but high-yield Cloud Burst Bombs. It appears the Empire wasn't satisfied with the soldiers' battlefield cleansing progress and decided to employ missiles for area saturation.
Fifteen minutes wasn't a long ti.
Alongside nurous items he wished to bring along, Su Ziyu couldn't carry the interstellar spaceship due to insufficient dinsional space capacity. He could only manage to bring a Square Cabin Flying Device and so critically important docunts. However, the most critical priority wasn't these; after pinpointing Empress Isabella's coordinates, he directly teleported into her ship's command room.
She was currently commanding the fleet in pursuit of the scattering Orcs. At the very least, preventing a complete Beastman Legion from escaping into nearby star systems was vital to preserving local balance.
On this note.
Whether it was the appearance of the Evil God, the ascension of Plane's pan-consciousness incarnations, the rise of the Wall of the Unbelievers, or the Death God's cross-crystal wall elent descent, ordinary people couldn't perceive any of it. The entire planet would count on only those Spiritualists above Tier 9, granted they could withstand a daunting Spiritual Pressure level. To truly perceive this would likely need Empress Isabella and that Sovereign controlling the swarm.
Thus, when Su Ziyu appeared before her eyes, Empress Isabella's expression visibly shifted with agitation, adopting a 'wanting to say but stopping short' deanor, "You..."
"I'm about to leave," Su Ziyu interrupted her, saying slowly, "Before doing so, I wish to ask you a question."
"Would you like to beco a [Space-Ti Apostle]?"
Granting others the ability to traverse space-ti was the Hourglass of Ti's authority, and an obligation of space-ti travelers like him.
He could no longer fight alone!
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