Chapter 331 | Demonic Beings? Obviously Auspicious Omens!

It was the interference of divinity!

The black spots on the opponent's body contained a higher level of divine power, shielding them from the perception of the Judgment Whisk and making it impossible to lock onto the origin of sinful karma.

This was the first time Chen Zhou had encountered an existence that could not be judged by his Divine Path Authority.

Even with the special sinful karma on Tuoba Feng, the whisk had merely indicated he was innocent, not that he could not be judged.

The judgment could still take effect; the final decision remained in Chen Zhou's hands.

But this time, it was an absolute failure of determination.

The feedback transmitted back by the whisk was clear: the master's status was insufficient.

Although both practiced the divine path, the opponent not only possessed divinity but also seemed to have condensed a godhead within their body.

Meanwhile, Chen Zhou possessed only divinity and divine authority. He lacked a godhead and was, in essence, merely an unranked god.

Within the system of the divine path, the suppression of status was absolute.

Just as a commoner could not judge a high noble who possessed a death-exemption token, the whisk could not allow the inferior to overcome the superior.

Unless he stripped away the opponent's divinity, leaving his sinful karma unable to be hidden.

Or, he could seize the opponent's godhead, bringing their status to the same level as Chen Zhou’s.

Only then could the whisk exert its power.

Chen Zhou took a deep breath, his gaze becoming solemn.

That madman Yin Wudao hadn't lied; he hadn't expected that a true god with a godhead was really standing behind him.

Perhaps it wasn't the main body, and perhaps it was incomplete, but it was still troublesome enough.

"In this world, not only have heaven and earth mutated, but have even the gods fallen into such an unbearable state?"

Chen Zhou looked at the monster wrapped in black spots, a surge of disgust rising in his heart.

What kind of 'true god' was this? It was nothing more than a corpse barely hanging on by devouring sinful karma and death qi.

"False... god..."

The judge seemed to sense the power of the Divine Path Authority Chen Zhou had activated. Its eyeballs fixed on him, and it spat out two words intermittently.

"Must... be executed..."

The judge raised its hand, and within its palm, a black energy sphere began to condense rapidly.

Boom!

The ground shook again as another of the Dragon-Suppressing Stakes flew out from the earth, rushing toward the judge with endless sinful karma.

"You're the damn false god."

"You still want to absorb more?"

"In your dreams!"

Chen Zhou let out a cold snort.

He directly activated Faith Conferment, and his Evil God Points burned away rapidly as Chen Zhou's aura climbed stage by stage.

Since he could not directly judge the main body, he would cut off its supplies.

It didn't matter if the judgment didn't take effect on the entity; if the mechanism failed, he still had brute force.

"Domain of Defiled Earth, fully open!"

Chen Zhou no longer held back. Under the temporary boost of Faith Conferment, the death qi within his body erupted like a volcanic explosion.

The grayish-white ghost domain expanded instantly, enveloping everything within a thousand-foot radius.

Boundless rotting soil churned in the air, and giant bone hands reached out from the defiled earth.

"Grab it!"

At Chen Zhou's command, over a dozen giant bone hands soared into the sky, tightly clutching the flying Dragon-Suppressing Stake.

The Dragon-Suppressing Stake struggled violently, the faces of sinful karma upon it letting out shrill screams as they tried to corrode the bone hands.

Though he lacked a godhead, the foul divinity he had merged into his ghost domain was complete.

In terms of the quality of divinity, he was stronger than this corpse-transformed imposter.

Under the suppression of a complete foul divinity, the black spots of sinful karma on the Dragon-Suppressing Stake dimmed instantly, completely unable to break through the blockade of the bone hands.

"Judgment!"

Chen Zhou seized the opportunity and swung the brush in his hand once more.

This time, the target was the trapped Dragon-Suppressing Stake.

It did not have a godhead to protect it.

"Your sinful karma is heavy; you shall suffer the punishment of fire!"

Following Chen Zhou's proclamation, a raging karma-fire suddenly ignited upon the Dragon-Suppressing Stake.

This karma-fire used the sinful karma within the stake as fuel, burning with incredible intensity.

Sizzle—

Under the scorching of the karma-fire, the Dragon-Suppressing Stake let out bursts of cracking sounds.

The faces of sinful karma upon it turned to fly ash amidst their wails, and the entire pillar was reduced to cinders at an extreme speed.

A massive amount of sinful karma had been judged, causing even heaven and earth to tremble.

"Roar—!"

Seeing the fat prize being intercepted, the judge let out a furious roar.

The eyeballs on its neck turned blood-red instantly as it glared fixedly at Chen Zhou.

"You... dare... to destroy... the god's... sacrifice..."

"Sacrifice?"

Chen Zhou gripped the brush tightly and took a deep breath, his eyes burning with battle intent.

"I will not only destroy your sacrifice, but I will also send you, this false god, to the judgment platform together with it!"

The earth shook violently once more as another of the Dragon-Suppressing Stakes broke through the ground.

Even more malevolent ghosts and black-spot monsters erupted following it.

The earth trembled, and ghost qi soared into the clouds.

Inside the side hall of the imperial palace.

Wu Gou suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks. The soup in the bowl splashed out as the ground shook, drawing messy water trails on the table.

Wu Gou looked up, gazing out the window.

Outside the hall was already a mass of shifting ghost shadows and permeating black qi.

The golden light still fell, but it seemed unable to reach the hell on earth below.

"Namo Amitābha."

Wu Gou let out a soft sigh, a look of compassion unbefitting his age appearing on his face.

He pressed his palms together, and without any visible movement, a gentle yet resilient golden swastika symbol of Buddhist light rippled out from his body.

The swastika expanded rapidly like an inverted golden bowl, quickly protecting the entire side hall firmly.

Despite the earth-shaking movements and the ghostly wails outside, the side hall remained as steady as Mount Tai, with not even a speck of dust shaken loose.

"Oink?"

The Dream Demon little pig in the corner was awakened by the commotion, opening its eyes in a daze.

It grunted twice in dissatisfaction and rolled over, seemingly wanting to continue sleeping, but the increasingly dense malice from the outside made it impossible to fall back into slumber.

It shook its head, crawled up from the ground, and trotted to Wu Gou's feet on its short legs, staring warily at the door.

Song Zi'an walked out from the back kitchen carrying a plate of freshly made plain noodles.

He had originally intended to make some simple food for everyone to line their stomachs, but he hadn't expected to encounter this as soon as he finished.

"Little Master Wu Gou, what happened outside?"

"The commotion is so loud?" Song Zi'an asked worriedly.

Wu Gou turned his head to look at Song Zi'an, his gaze complex.

"Benefactor Song."

"The gates of hell have opened, and the malevolent ghosts have broken their chains to reappear in the world."

"That Crown Prince has, in the end, taken this step."

"At this moment, the provincial capital has become a hell on earth."

"A hell on earth..." Song Zi'an's face turned pale, and the plate in his hand nearly slipped.

"Then... then should we go and help our Lord?" he asked anxiously.

Song Zi'an knew his strength was meager, but he still wanted to contribute.

Wu Gou shook his head, his gaze deep. "No need."

"A battle of that level is not something we can intervene in."