Chapter 1911 - 1910: Shaking the ’God

"Damn it, it’s all because of that idiot Ai Luoti," Sulan withdrew his gaze from the mist and looked up at He Ao, angrily roaring, "If she weren’t so stupid and got killed by you so easily, she could have used summoning divine arts to call upon the Witch of Desire’s power to cooperate with me, and with my lord, we would have taken you down by now."

He Ao glanced down at him, quietly waiting.

Suddenly, in the depths of the sky’s mist, an orange light flickered once, surging into the center of the mist.

The entire mist of the Netherworld covering the sky also began to shake violently.

At this, Sulan’s expression changed slightly, "How could this be? How is the power of the Netherworld diminishing?"

Because the Eternal Light has made its move.

The Eternal Divine Nation itself held remnants of Eternal Light’s power. With such a big commotion from the Grim Reaper and his good friend, there’s no way He wouldn’t notice.

But He hadn’t acted yet, clearly waiting for an opportunity.

The parts of the Netherworld stolen last time by Him seem not to fully satisfy His needs, so He’s back again.

And precisely at the critical moment of the Grim Reaper’s struggle with his friend, seizing the opportunity to invade the Netherworld through Vissen’s ritual.

His friend probably helped the Eternal Light a bit during this process. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Eternal Light to smuggle power away from the Eternal Divine Nation.

Of course, it seems the Grim Reaper was prepared against Eternal Light, so this time the incursion didn’t happen as easily, but it still held back the power spreading over from the Netherworld.

As a result, the power originally allocated to Sulan was also reduced.

He Ao lowered his head, raising his hand. The pitch-black longsword gathered again in his hand, and he smiled at Sulan, "Actually, the Netherworld has plenty of power, certainly enough to sustain you; why do you think they withdrew your power?"

His body descended towards the Sulan bound to the Kovotra Ruins. His gaze swept over the massive red body, and over the ancient, empty city.

Fragments of intangible memories echoed in his mind, but his words did not cease. He gazed at the angry and bewildered Sulan, continuing to ask with a hoarse laugh, "Because pawns are the least valuable, the sacrifices that can be discarded at will. Everything you have depends on your master; you can’t threaten your master, so abandoning you causes no harm."

"You lie!" Sulan roared angrily, "I am my lord’s most favored servant, you have no idea of the glory I enjoy. A faithless wanderer like you is the lowest of the low even among the stars, not even worthy of speaking to me. I’ve done a lot for my master, and His favor for me is beyond your comprehension!"

"Is that so," He Ao laughed down at him, "Then why has the Netherworld’s power retreated from you? Are the things you did irreplaceable by others?"

Sulan paused slightly, momentarily speechless.

And at this moment, the bindings on him disappeared, and he stood up from the ground, regaining some freedom.

Seeing this, He Ao hastened his pace.

Sulan was certainly not without value; he was very likely an Angel of the War God path, key to the Grim Reaper’s scheming against the War God, unraveling the War God Power, and at the core of this ceremony.

What He Ao had just said was only to impact Sulan’s consciousness, making it easier to influence his perception.

The Grim Reaper actually only withdrew a small part of the Netherworld power from Sulan but had left a lot; He Ao needed to eliminate Sulan before the Grim Reaper intervened.

But just as his body approached Sulan, a nameless fear suddenly surged in his heart.

It seemed as if his soul was sending a frantic warning.

At that moment, he immediately halted, rapidly creating distance.

On Sulan’s body, streaks of purple light quickly lit up at speeds visible to the meat eyes, forming a purple heart-shaped pattern.

At the moment this pattern lit up, above the sky, a purple rift was directly torn open, with overwhelming and terrifying power surging forth.

He Ao had already distanced himself enough, but the overwhelming power that descended in that instant still struck his body, almost tearing his entire body apart.

Under that overpowering force, Sulan still looked somewhat bewildered.

His body was instantly ripped to shreds, turning into scattered ashes.

But in the next moment, continuous mist surged up from the ground, stitching his body back together, restoring him to that towering Crimson Giant.

He Ao raised his head, gazing at the purple rift in the sky.

Sulan might be a bit stupid, but the Grim Reaper is not.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the scattered, violent power within his body, trying to quickly straighten them all out.

A graceful figure carrying horrific and fierce pollution, along with purple thunder, was descending from that rift.

Witch of Desire.

The Grim Reaper had deliberately withdrawn the Netherworld power left in Sulan just to make He Ao think he had found an opportunity, luring him in.

Had He Ao approached Sulan, he would have been instantly torn apart by the power descending from the Big Sister, just like Sulan just was.

Sulan could rely on the Netherworld’s power to resurrect; He Ao could not.

In that fleeting moment, he probably couldn’t even transfer his soul to another Character Card.

In that instance, he might indeed have died.

These Old Geezers are each craftier than the last.

He Ao took another deep breath, gazing at the descending purple graceful figure, rapidly pulling his whole body back.

He didn’t even have time to fear or have second thoughts now, because he knew very well the ’affection’ Big Sister bears for him.

The sister’s concern and obsession with him were far stronger than the Grim Reaper’s.

And this time, a high probability is that the Grim Reaper used He Ao as leverage to drag in Big Sister.

But as He Ao was retreating, he suddenly found that the graceful purple figure ahead had disappeared.

He immediately stopped, turned around, and looked back.

That graceful purple figure somehow appeared behind him, arms outstretched, ’smiling’ as she awaited him.

If his movement had been slow by just a second, his body would have crashed into that graceful figure’s embrace.

But right at the moment He Ao realized it, his movements froze.

Countless purple light shrouded him from all directions, piercing into his body.

He Ao nearly lost all control over his own body.

Big Sister didn’t summon just any ordinary power with the Descending Ceremony; she had directly brought down a clone.

Moreover, it was pure self-sponsored descent, with no sacrifices on Sulan.

It really seems she cares for him dearly.

He Ao gazed at the purple figure, feeling even his thoughts starting to stiffen.

And at this moment, the space-time around him began to distort, faintly glittering with some yellow light spots.

In the mist above Kovotra, eyes with a purple glow suddenly opened, dispersing the mist, looking at that yellow light spot.

——

The night enveloped the silent space, with dots of yellow light illuminating the sky, like a scorching sun, hanging at the top of the night sky.

Below this yellow light was a vague humanoid illusion, neither real nor unreal, with the body outlined together, flickering as if it might disappear at any moment.

Yet, it remained stable there, neither disappearing nor materializing.

Suddenly, in this silent night, the yellow light at the top of the night sky suddenly brightened.

Lines of light were outlined within the yellow glow, forming a giant, faintly visible pupil, the pupil hovering between reality and illusion, seeming to exist yet not.

As the pupil formed, its gaze suddenly turned downward, looking at the human figure between reality and illusion.

Under the gaze of the pupil, the flickering figure rapidly solidified at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming into a blurred shape.

The figure then raised its head, looking up at the sky, just meeting the gaze of the yellow pupil.

The silent night suddenly quaked, with dazzling yellow light erupting from the pupil, like dense tentacles, winding down towards the newly solidified figure.

But faced with the dense light, the illusionary figure didn’t dodge.

Instead, he lowered his head, seemingly mobilizing the power within his body, sketching something in front of him.

Soon, a letter ’K’, with some angular shapes resembling stacked coffins, generated before him.

Next, the rune outlined a dazzling shape, seemingly contacting some unknown existence, establishing a mystical connection within this night.

He Ao gazed at the rune before him, swiftly constructing an array for the space-time channel, attempting to open a channel to the other end through the established mystical connection.

But at this moment, the yellow glow had reached before him, ready to pierce through his soul.

He raised his head, glanced at the yellow glow, and his entire body flickered in an instant.

The barely solidified figure dissipated in an instant, returning to its original illusionary outline.

The strands of yellow light naturally passed through the outlined human figure, falling void.

Yet, the yellow pupil gathered in the sky didn’t disappear at that moment, but lowered its gaze to look at the still lingering array suspended in the air.

The array on the verge of opening the space-time channel rapidly crumbled due to losing its power support.

The yellow pupil gazed at the rapidly dimming array, seemingly hesitating.

But after a brief pause, the surrounding yellow glow suddenly brightened and injected into the array.

The array’s originally dim light brightened, quickly expanding, overlaying into a more complex array.

The yellow pupil then gazed downward, its brilliant light pierced further into the array.

An invisible crack formed in the dim night, afterward opening to create a narrow channel.

The yellow light unhesitatingly pierced through the narrow channel, extending to the other end.

——

Vissen

The purple, graceful body drew closer to He Ao, with slender fingers already touching He Ao’s cheek.

The fingertips constructed by light conveyed a smooth skin sensation, as the fingertips brushed across He Ao’s cheek, brushed across his chin, like a hand stirring emotions, instantly evoking various emotions within He Ao.

Anger, sadness, fear, jealousy, greed, desire...

These emotions like a tidal wave surged in He Ao’s consciousness, impacting his soul, like explosives detonating in his mind, making him lose his ability to think at that moment.

Having previous experience, the elder sister seemed afraid He Ao might pull another stunt, directly using emotional explosions to seal He Ao’s thinking ability.

Yet, as the fierce emotions exploded in He Ao’s consciousness, dots of yellow light already illuminated around him.

The purple graceful figure glanced puzzlingly at those yellow light spreading out.

When she attempted to control the yellow light, the yellow light avoided her, seemingly not planning to interfere in her matters with He Ao.

Seeing this, He Ao, even amidst the intense emotional turmoil, paused silently.

The yellow light is naturally attracted by him.

The light originates from the Character Card of Paxiu’s Night Peeping, which involves a suspected God of the Netherworld.

The God of the Netherworld seems sealed somewhere, and judging by the Grim Reaper’s frantic use of Netherworld demons, the Grim Reaper and the God of the Netherworld likely don’t have a good relationship.

Such a sealed divine being would seize any opportunity to break free from the seal.

Combining these, He Ao exchanged for Night Peeping, attracting the God of the Netherworld here.

See if it can break the situation.

Though he knew the God of the Netherworld might have no quarrels with the Witch of Desire or might not intervene to save him, He Ao was still a bit surprised by its easy dissociation.

During the Paxiu Copy World, this guy seemed pretty awesome, why so cowardly now?

However, He Ao soon realized the yellow light surrounding him was incredibly sparse.

The seal targeting the God of the Netherworld should still be effective.

Still, although the God of the Netherworld doesn’t want to involve itself in these matters, merely seeking a chance to escape, it cannot easily abstain.

As the yellow light tried to sidestep around the Witch of Desire, the purple eyes in the mist below Kovotra suddenly gazed at the yellow light.

Mist abruptly surged from all directions, enveloping the yellow light.

The yellow light struggled, seemingly intending to leave, but soon was swallowed by the mist.

The purple mist rapidly spread to search for other yellow light, but just then, a gray-white light pierced through the mist, striking the purple glowing eyes, causing its actions to pause briefly, instead rapidly getting engulfed by the mist.

But all of this struggle had nothing to do with He Ao; as the yellow light naturally relinquished He Ao, the Witch of Desire again focused on He Ao.

Purple rays once more pierced into He Ao’s body, extending towards his soul.

But at that moment, the purple eyes previously covered by the mist suddenly emerged, this time looking not at He Ao’s surroundings but at the mist covering the War God’s Tomb overhead.

Representing the Netherworld mist.

Dots of yellow light were rapidly illuminating within the mist.