Three Breaths of Divine Might

"Withdraw!"

Zhu Pan's heart-intent stirred.

However...

One second passed.

Two seconds passed.

That sliver of divine sense remained completely motionless.

"Hmm?"

Zhu Pan's expression changed abruptly.

He tried to communicate with his divine sense again, attempting to force it to break away.

But no matter how he summoned it, the divine sense seemed to have grown roots, firmly trapped within the Ghost Domain.

"What's going on?!"

Zhu Pan finally panicked.

Watching the vermilion light in the sky darting back and forth but unable to break out of the Ghost Domain, the smile on Chen Zhou's face grew increasingly radiant.

"Lord Zhu Pan, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Chen Zhou spoke in a slow, unhurried manner.

"I told you, since you are here, stay and be a guest."

【Domain of Defiled Earth: Within the coverage of your Ghost Domain, the ground turns into defiled earth and rules are rewritten by you. The souls of all living beings will be forcibly imprisoned by filth, prohibiting all enemy escape, reincarnation, and possession skills.】

A divine sense was also considered a part of the soul.

The festering divinity, strengthened by his godhead, forcibly imprisoned Zhu Pan's divine sense, preventing him from escaping this dream.

"You can't escape."

Chen Zhou's voice echoed from all directions.

Zhu Pan realized he had been tricked.

The opponent had been provoking him from the very beginning, baiting him into using his divination techniques, then using the Heavenly Calculation Backlash to heavily injure him before seizing the opportunity to trap him with the Ghost Domain.

One link after another, the scheme was laid out with absolute clarity.

"Do you really want to make an enemy of the Sky-Monitoring Office?"

Zhu Pan gritted his teeth, barely suppressing his rage.

"The Sky-Monitoring Four-Direction Envoy represents the will of heaven and earth."

"Offending this seat is equivalent to offending the entire Central Province."

"In a hundred years, when the realm barrier shatters, the gods of the Central Province will surely descend upon the outer provinces in person to settle scores with all rebels."

"When that time comes, you will surely die."

Chen Zhou laughed.

"Then come."

"This seat is right here in the Gloomlight Province. If you have the ability, then all of you should come."

"It just so happens that I am still lacking godheads."

Zhu Pan was so angry that he laughed.

"Arrogant and ignorant!"

"Do you truly think that with just a bit of heavenly secret concealment and a Ghost Domain, you can contend with the Central Province?"

"This seat tells you, the gods of the Central Province are far more numerous and stronger than you imagine."

"The Siming stage is only the beginning. Above the eighth-stage, there is the ninth-stage... You aren't even a Siming, yet you dare talk about godheads?"

Chen Zhou nodded.

"Whether I qualify or not is not for you to decide."

"The things I set my sights on, I always take for myself."

"Furthermore, for you to be so eager to threaten me, are you afraid?"

"Are you afraid that I will truly keep your divine sense here?"

Zhu Pan fell silent.

Indeed, he was a little afraid.

He wasn't afraid of this sliver of divine sense being destroyed; it was just a divine sense, and while losing it would injure his main body, it wouldn't be fatal.

What he feared was that the opponent truly had the means to completely annihilate his divine sense or even use it to trace back to his main body.

Although the possibility was low, what if?

This boy was too bizarre.

"Doing this will bring you no benefit."

Zhu Pan attempted to soften his tone.

"Let this seat leave, and I can act as if today's events never happened."

"As for the matters of the Gloomlight Province, this seat can also stop interfering."

Chen Zhou shook his head.

"No, there is a benefit."

"I have taken a liking to you."

Zhu Pan was stunned.

"What?"

Chen Zhou's words caused a wave of nausea to wash over Zhu Pan.

What did he mean by taking a liking to him?

"You mean..."

An ominous premonition rose in Zhu Pan's heart.

Chen Zhou didn't explain, only licking the corner of his mouth.

A sliver of divine sense from a god of the Central Province—what a wonderful thing.

Chen Zhou's active sacrifice skill was still on cooldown.

He had originally intended to save it for the Golden Buddha, but he felt it was no longer necessary now.

To him, the Golden Buddha was merely a mass of flesh and blood material rich in energy; with enough time, he could produce a substitute through the Flesh-and-Blood Pasture.

But a sliver of divine sense from a true god was different.

Zhu Pan was a much better target.

If a godhead could be produced...

Zhu Pan intuitively felt that he was being targeted by something terrifying.

This boy... was he treating him like prey?

"How dare you!"

Zhu Pan was furious.

"This seat is the Sky-Monitoring Four-Direction Envoy of the Central Province. If you dare to sacrifice my divine sense, you will be making an enemy of the entire Central Province!"

"So what?"

Chen Zhou countered.

"You never planned to let me off anyway, did you?"

"In a hundred years, when the realm breaks, you will come all the same."

"Since that's the case, why shouldn't I collect some interest first?"

He glanced at the system panel. Although his Evil God Points had been completely exhausted during the battle with the Judge...

The fact that the entire City of the Wrongfully Dead had come to his aid to fight the enemy together had caused the faith of all his believers to surge once more.

【Current Evil God Points: 102,000】

One hundred thousand points.

Very few.

Compared to the million Evil God Points that naturally entered the City of the Wrongfully Dead daily, it could be considered negligible.

But for now, it was enough.

He only needed a momentary burst.

Chen Zhou activated Faith Conferment.

"In my name, Faith Conferment."

Chen Zhou chanted in a low voice.

"Grant me Three Breaths of Divine Might!"

One hundred thousand Evil God Points were instantly burned, turning into a majestic surge of divine power that flooded into his body.

His aura began to skyrocket.

Fourth symbiosis contract!

"A mid-battle breakthrough again???"

Zhu Pan couldn't understand it.

At the very beginning, he was clearly only at the first contract. Even if he had a temporary burst of power to reach the third contract, how could he possibly increase it further?

What kind of secret technique was this?!

Divine techniques in the Central Province were as vast as the sea, yet he had never heard of such a heaven-defying method!

Even if he was ill-informed and such a thing truly existed, a massive price would definitely have to be paid.

Burning longevity, sacrificing the soul, or even a permanent drop in cultivation realm.

He was just a sliver of divine sense; was it necessary to make such a grand display?

Was he not afraid of death?!

Zhu Pan didn't have time to think further.

The first breath.

Chen Zhou raised his hand and clenched it toward the vermilion light.

The Withering Venom that had already penetrated deep inside the vermilion light was completely detonated by Chen Zhou.

"Boom boom boom boom—!"

Violent explosions erupted within the vermilion light.

The toxin, strengthened by a godhead, instantly blew apart Zhu Pan's defenses, leaving the vermilion light riddled with holes and teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Ah—!"

Zhu Pan let out a shrill scream.

His divine soul vibrated, and the pain was unbearable.

The second breath.

Chen Zhou took a step forward, instantly crossing through space to appear before the vermilion light.

Then, using death qi, he formed a colossal hand that shrouded the heavens and slammed it down onto the vermilion light.

"Go... down!"

"Bang!"

The vermilion light plummeted to the ground, smashing out a deep crater.

The third breath.

Bone hands reached out from the defiled earth on the ground, firmly locking down Zhu Pan's divine sense.

As the three breaths passed, the aura of the fourth contract receded from Chen Zhou's body, and he instantly dropped back to the third symbiosis contract.

He had won.

The vermilion light of Zhu Pan's divine sense had dimmed to the extreme, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.

He was already at critical health, well within the execution range.

"Any last words?"

Chen Zhou looked down at the vermilion light in the crater with a cold expression.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he summoned the phantom of the Bone Altar.

Countless pitch-black chains extended from the center of the altar, instantly coiling around the vermilion light and beginning to slowly drag it in.

Zhu Pan did not struggle.

First, he knew resistance was useless; his divine sense was shattered and lacked the strength to break free from the chains.

Second... it was indeed just a sliver of divine sense. Although losing it would harm his main body, it wasn't so severe as to be irreversible.

At most, a hundred years of recuperation would allow him to recover.