Hmm, Lord Lamp Holder’s smile looks a bit strange, giving off a chilling sensation. How to describe it... insidiously wicked, yes, that’s it... insidiously wicked. It seems I don’t need to worry about the subsequent plot anymore. I just don’t know how his game character will act... it’s bound to defy logic in an exceptionally unexpected way. Otherwise, the Lamp Holder wouldn’t wear such a terrifying smile. Hmm, better be mentally prepared, definitely cannot appear too shocked.
The ’Hidden Cultivator’ kept glancing at the Lamp Holder from the corner of his eye while refreshing the text. When he noticed that faint upward curve on the other’s lips, countless thoughts sprang forth in his mind.
Yang Qizhou had no idea what this young lady in front of him was thinking; otherwise, he would flash a slightly exaggerated smile and say, "Miss, the upcoming plot will certainly be beyond your expectations. Please brace yourself and don’t be overly startled."
At that moment, his eyes were fixed on the phone screen. When he saw that the game character had already retrieved the ’Lost Night’ and ’Heart Dream Source,’ his insidiously wicked smile grew even more profound.
The grand performance was about to begin.
"Invisible ripples emerged within the unseen realm where the fierce divine war was raging, strands of phantom-like purple seawater flowing from the unknowable domain beyond reality, through ’Lost Night’ and ’Heart Dream Source.’"
"The Evil Gods of the ’Land of Prayer Light’ sensed the might of this Legendary divine artifact, their bodies turning cold, divine shadows trembling violently. They looked as if they were facing a mortal enemy, with a trace of despair flickering in their eyes."
"The ’God of Justice’ naturally sensed this power as well, but unlike the others, He did not show concern. On His already twisted face—if that could still be called a ’face’—a faint smile emerged."
"Yet even amidst His triumph, a sliver of doubt arose within the ’God of Justice’..."
"Why does this mist-shrouded outsider possess more than one ’Legendary’ divine artifact, and yet still use the so-called ’Storm God’s Scepter’ to secretly threaten that mysterious blasphemous wizard? Wouldn’t it be simpler to directly use the divine artifacts’ power instead?"
"Could it be they intend to reserve them for the Evil Gods of the ’Land of Prayer Light’?"
"The logic seems sound, but for some reason... something feels off... and also... it seems... sleep is overtaking me..."
"A blood-red spear, brimming with overwhelming destruction and slaughter, pierced through the pulsating, expanding ’Pure White Sun.’ The originally trickling golden blood quickly erupted like a fountain, staining the Void it touched."
"All this occurred in a fleeting instant."
"The shift was too abrupt—those at the center of the [Residual Ring of the King of Truth], including the ’Eternal Curse God,’ the ’God of Foolishness and Malice,’ and all other deities from the ’Land of Prayer Light’—stood dumbfounded as they grasped the scene before them. Their eyes were filled with disbelief. If not for the ’Power of Truth’ still safeguarding their cognition, these Evil Gods might have thought they were hallucinating."
"An unimaginable torrent of pain surged through His entire being. Still caught within the effects of [Heart Dream Source] and [Lost Night], the ’God of Justice’ remained trapped in absolute exhaustion. With great effort, He lifted His gaze, His expression suffused with confusion, incomprehension, bewilderment, rage, and hatred, as if exerting all His remaining strength..."
"Why have you betrayed the Oath?"
"At this moment, you are being lifted aloft by millions of lesser demons. One hand grips [Heart Dream Source] and [Lost Night], while the other wields the [Iron Blood Spear]. Waves of bloodlust surge violently around you, transforming you into the incarnation of the ’Iron Blood God,’ as a cold smile gradually takes shape at the corner of your lips."
"Why else, if not because you were the first to harbor treachery, ’God of Justice.’ Oh wait, perhaps I should call you the ’King of Virtue.’ Feigning benevolence, guiding me to the location of the ’Truth Hut,’ displaying goodwill repeatedly—all of it was merely to sacrifice me and open the gate to the ’Land of Truth.’ Those were your machinations... only from the prior fate line. You chose to act without virtue, so don’t blame me for being unrighteous. Rest in peace."
"As this thought surfaced in your mind, you revealed a slightly exaggerated smile and uttered two words—"
"The ’God of Justice’ didn’t guess and had no time to guess, for another terrifying surge of power descended upon Him."
"The ones who struck were the Evil Gods of the ’Land of Prayer Light.’ Though they didn’t understand why that ’Foreign God’ had suddenly turned on the ’God of Justice,’ they would certainly not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. After only a brief moment of shock, they all acted in unison, combining their power with the [Residual Ring of the King of Truth] to obliterate the Pure White Sun before them."
"Blood-red torrents burst forth from the spear, spreading almost simultaneously, assaulting the already-impaled ’Pure White Sun.’ It was yet another strike from you."
"You knew very well the true nature of the ’God of Justice’: not only tainted by Divinity but also bearing signs of the dread will of the supposed ’King of Virtue’ awakening. There was no room for error—a single strike kill was imperative, leaving no chance for Him to recover. Thus, you once again unleashed the power of the ’Iron Blood Spear.’"
"The dreadful attack soon descended upon the ’Pure White Sun.’ In that brief instant, the intertwined powers of various authorities birthed chaotic currents, wreaking havoc throughout the Void. Divine Powers clashed and tore at one another, causing the once-dense ’aura of justice’ to wane..."
"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the ’God of Justice’ couldn’t possibly survive this blow and was destined to fall in the next fleeting moment."