175: Chapter 175 A Clash of Minds! Are You Questioning God?

The Old Priest did not speak.

His eyes, soaked in endless blood-red, simply locked onto Su Changge from tens of zhang away across the altar.

That gaze was intangible yet sharp, like bone-scraping blades, as if trying to strip away Su Changge's Dao bones to see if what lay beneath that skin was divine or false.

Su Changge was also silent.

Standing at the center of the blood-red pillar of light, his white robes billowing and surrounded by flowing divine radiance, he maintained the posture of a transcendent Master.

He met that scrutinizing gaze with calm eyes, his chin slightly raised; that composure and indifference was a direct contempt for worldly authority.

This was a silent struggle.

The one who speaks first loses their momentum.

It was a contest of Dao Heart, depth of character, and the reality and weight of the authority they represented.

The air around the altar was thick and solidified.

The kneeling tribe members unconsciously slowed their breathing, their chests barely rising.

A few weak-minded youths were already pale, sweating profusely.

On the altar was the visitor from beyond the heavens who triggered the holy object and revealed divine miracles.

Below the altar was the High Priest who ruled the tribe and held divine power.

The invisible pressure released by their confrontation made every tribesman feel a trembling from the depths of their Bloodline.

Such a scene had never been seen since ancient times.

Time passed slowly in the deathly silence.

In the empty square, only the wind howled, and the crackling of bones burning in the distance could be heard.

Su Changge appeared steady as a mountain, his expression calm as an ancient well, but inside his Sea of Consciousness, undercurrents were surging.

"This old thing is remarkably patient."

"If we keep staring like this, are we waiting until the end of time?"

His sacred and indifferent expression was becoming a bit stiff; maintaining this Master posture consumed far more mental energy than imagined.

Just as Su Changge was weighing whether to use a more shocking method to break the stalemate, a thought—without sorrow or joy, without any tone—appeared out of thin air in his Sea of Consciousness, like a cold, mysterious iron needle piercing straight into his Divine Soul Origin.

It was not any known language, but the purest Divine Soul fluctuation, carrying cold and direct information.

"Outsider, where do you originate?"

"Why can you trigger our tribe's holy object?"

Su Changge's Sea of Consciousness surged with monstrous waves.

Divine Thought transmission!

This world actually had a Divine Ability similar to the Divine Sense communication of the cultivation world!

He instantly understood the other's intention.

Seeing him remain silent, the Old Priest had simply abandoned the inefficient method of verbal communication and directly interrogated him using Divine Thought.

This discovery filled Su Changge with mixed emotions.

The advantage was that the biggest barrier—the language gap—seemed to have vanished.

He had been wondering how to communicate with these natives; now it seemed the true powerhouses of this world had long transcended the shackles of syllables.

The disadvantage was that he could no longer use silence and arrogance to stall for time and avoid questions.

Divine Thought interrogation pointed directly to the heart.

He had to respond directly.

Any hesitation, any hint of falsehood, might be exposed under the other's Divine Thought probing.

How to answer?

Su Changge's thoughts raced to the extreme.

He did not immediately respond to the interrogation but, in the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, called upon his greatest reliance as fast as he could.

"System, this monster is talking to me with Divine Thought. Can you handle it?"

"Can I... also reply to him with this method?"

[Yes.]

The System's response was as concise as ever, yet carried an absolute confidence that could suppress eternity.

[Consuming a small amount of emotion points, the Host's intent can be sublimated into a Divine Soul decree, converted into a Divine Soul fluctuation the other party can understand, and imbued with Heavenly Dao majesty befitting the Host's current status.]

[Suggestion to Host: Seize the momentum, break his heart, turn from guest to Host, and shift from defense to offense.]

Having received this affirmative reply, Su Changge's anxious heart settled completely.

Being able to communicate was good!

Since the other party had already unsheathed their blade, there was no reason for him to only defend and not attack.

The best defense was to bring the flames of war back to the opponent's territory!

He would make the questioner become the one being questioned!

Su Changge's gaze remained indifferent, watching the Old Priest below the altar, his expression unchanged.

But within his Sea of Consciousness, a Divine Soul fluctuation—equally cold, yet far grander, more ancient, and more majestic than the Old Priest's—condensed.

This fluctuation was no longer a probing between worldly beings, but carried the indifference of looking down on ants from the Nine Heavens, and the anger of a god judging a blasphemer.

The next instant, this Divine Soul decree tore through space and descended into the Old Priest's Sea of Consciousness.

"You, are questioning God?"

Just five words.

Yet each word contained the supreme power of Words Become Law, transforming into a Heaven-shaking divine hammer, smashing fiercely onto the Old Priest's already rock-solid Divine Soul.

The Old Priest's withered body froze for a moment, and a faint cracking sound even came from the spine-staff he was leaning on.

In his scarlet eyes, which had been calm through the ages, intense fluctuations appeared for the first time.

That was shock, disbelief, and deeper down, a terror... he hadn't even realized himself.

He had lived for too long, seen countless powerhouses, and fought many beings who wielded Divine Soul power.

But never had any Divine Thought been this pure and tyrannical, crushing his Divine Soul Origin with such overwhelming force.

This feeling was like a frog at the bottom of a well, having seen only a small patch of sky his whole life, only for the well opening to be covered by a Dragon claw that blocked out the sun.

That absolute suppression from the life hierarchy caused cracks to appear even in his Dao Heart.

The tribesmen around the altar naturally couldn't perceive this lightning-fast Divine Thought confrontation.

But they could clearly see that their omnipotent High Priest, who walked the world like a god, had his hunched body trembling after a moment of staring at the "Divine Messenger".

This discovery made all the tribesmen gasp, their eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.

The High Priest... actually... showed signs of defeat before that Divine Messenger?

How is this possible!

In the knowledge of all the tribesmen, the High Priest was the sky of the tribe, the spokesperson of the Blood Moon God in the human world, a symbol of eternal invincibility.

But now, this sky showed signs of collapsing before a white-robed man of unknown Origin.

In an instant, the way all the tribesmen looked at Su Changge changed; within that awe, there was now an extra layer of fear from the depths of their Souls.

And the instigator, Su Changge, was already overjoyed inside.

It worked!

This System's simulation of "Heavenly Dao majesty" was perhaps too effective!

He remained calm on the surface, even slowly turning his head, sweeping a glance at the Old Priest with a condescending posture, carrying a few traces of obvious disappointment.

The meaning in that gaze was self-evident: Is this all your cultivation amounts to?