347: Chapter 348 The Will of God? Enough to push me back three meters!

The flickering of the light pillar grew more and more violent.

The High Priest took a step back, his hands pressing tightly against the edge of the light pillar. Purple Law patterns spread from his palms to his arms, and then to his entire body—he was attempting to use his own Physical Body as a medium to stabilize the connection between the faith channel and the ore vein.

But the formatting speed of the Dao Source was too fast.

Every second, dozens of root Systems were wiped out. Those Law circuits that he had spent months or even years meticulously weaving and driving deep into the ore vein were like wax pipes meeting boiling water in the face of Lin Qi's Dao Source—rapidly dissolving and dissipating.

"Impossible..."

The High Priest's lips were trembling.

He was not afraid.

He was shocked.

Thirty years.

He had nailed the best thirty years of his life into this ore vein. Planting root by root, welding node by node. Those Law codes had been calibrated using his own Soul frequency—theoretically, only power with the same frequency as his could identify and modify these codes.

But Lin Qi used a more violent method.

He did not go to identify the code.

He directly overwrote the entire underlying System.

"What does code matter? I'll format your hard drive directly and install my own System. What software you had installed before is none of my business."

This kind of fighting style simply did not exist in the High Priest's cognitive System.

The Law controllers of the Church were accustomed to refined operations—modifying a rule, distorting a concept, replacing a Karma link. Their fighting style was like surgery, emphasizing precision and efficiency.

But Lin Qi was not a surgeon.

He was a demolition crew.

"You—what are you?!"

The High Priest finally shouted out.

Lin Qi ignored him.

His full attention was focused on the ore vein beneath his feet. Formatting was a process that required continuous output—if it were interrupted halfway, all previous efforts would be wasted. The faith channel roots in the ore vein had strong self-healing abilities; as long as one wasn't cleared completely, it could regrow.

It had to be cleared all at once.

The entrenching tool was stuck in the ground, and the Law patterns on the shovel surface turned bright red under high-load operation.

Lin Qi's palms began to sweat.

It wasn't sweat from nervousness—it was a rise in body temperature caused by excessive energy output.

The Physical Body of the Tongshen Realm was not infinite either. Fully formatting an entire ore vein consumed an amount of Dao Source far exceeding his daily battles.

But it was enough.

He calculated in his mind: at the current speed, in another ten minutes, all the roots in the ore vein would be cleared.

Ten minutes.

The High Priest clearly also calculated this time.

He could not wait ten minutes.

After ten minutes, his thirty years of hard work would be gone. A High Priest who lost his faith channel was just an ordinary person—no, even worse than an ordinary person. His Soul was already deeply bound to the channel; if the channel broke, his Soul would also suffer severe damage.

So he made a decision.

The High Priest pulled something out from his robe.

A seed.

Dark purple, thumb-sized, its surface covered in wriggling patterns.

A law seed.

One of the seven.

It was right on the High Priest.

Lin Qi's peripheral vision caught the seed, but his hands did not stop moving.

"You took out the law seed?" His voice carried a tone of slight interest, "How do you plan to use it?"

The High Priest did not answer. He pressed the seed against his chest.

The seed sank into his chest cavity.

The next second—

The High Priest's body began to expand.

It was not an expansion in the physical sense, but an expansion at the Law level. His presence suddenly became dozens of times stronger—transforming from an ordinary High Priest into a semi-Law entity.

His skin turned dark purple, the same color as the faith channel. The purple magic array in his eyes expanded to cover his entire eyeballs. His height shot up from one meter seven to two point five meters, his gray robe was torn apart, revealing his gaunt body covered in purple patterns.

This was the High Priest's trump card—using the law seed to strengthen himself, gaining power close to the channel's true form for a short time.

The price was that a large amount of the law seed's energy would be consumed. After it was used up, this seed would be ruined.

But the High Priest could no longer care about that.

Losing the channel meant he was finished too.

Better to take a gamble.

The strengthened High Priest raised his right hand, and a dark purple sphere condensed in his palm. The sphere was not large, only the size of a fist, but the Law density inside the sphere was outrageously high—the naked eye could see space distorting around the sphere.

"This is a direct projection of the 'Origin Seed'." The High Priest's voice had changed, carrying a low, resonant quality that did not belong to a human. "It contains a wisp of the 'Origin' will of 'My Lord'."

"Your Dao Source can indeed format the ore vein, but you cannot format the will of a god."

He smashed the sphere toward Lin Qi.

The sphere's flight speed was not fast—even slower than Ashes's light spear. But along its trajectory, space emitted a fine, cracking sound like glass shattering.

That was not a speed-type attack.

That was a concept-type attack.

The sphere did not represent energy, but a wisp of the will of the "Throat of Devouring Heaven". Whatever it touched would be "deemed" "non-existent" by that wisp of will.

Denying existence from a conceptual level—this was one level higher than a Law of Causality attack.

Lin Qi's expression finally changed.

Not nervousness.

It was seriousness.

He pulled out the entrenching tool stuck in the ground—the formatting was forced to interrupt for seven seconds—and held the shovel surface horizontally in front of him.

Dao Source fully covered the shovel surface. The dark golden light condensed to the limit on the shovel blade.

The Law patterns on the shovel surface ran wildly, with every line operating at maximum load.

The sphere collided with the shovel surface.

There was no explosion.

There was no shockwave.

Two forces collided silently on the shovel surface. Dark purple and dark gold intertwined, like two pigments devouring each other in water.

Lin Qi's feet slid out two deep grooves on the Earth Erosion—he was pushed back three meters.

Three meters.

This was the first time since his Rebirth that he had been pushed back more than one meter by an attack.

A crack appeared on the shovel surface of the entrenching tool.

It was not a metal crack—it was a crack in the Law patterns. That wisp of "Throat of Devouring Heaven" will was attempting to deny the existence of the Law patterns on the shovel surface.

Lin Qi's arms were trembling slightly.

"Interesting."

He said in a low voice.

Then—he doubled the Dao Source output on the shovel surface.

The dark golden light became so thick it was almost tangible. The wisp of dark purple will began to wither under the suppression of the Dao Source.

Three seconds later, the sphere shattered.

Dark purple fragments drifted in the air and soon dissipated completely.

The High Priest watched his attack being dismantled, standing in place, motionless.

His strengthened state was still ongoing. The energy of the law seed had not been exhausted. He had enough capital to launch a second and third attack.

But he chose to stand in place.

Because he saw a fact from the result—his trump card was only enough to push Lin Qi back three meters.

Nothing more.

And the price for those three meters was thirty percent of the law seed's energy.

Two more times, and the seed would be ruined.

And Lin Qi would still be standing there.

"You were right just now." Lin Qi stuck the entrenching tool back into the ground and continued formatting. "You spent thirty years."

The crack on the shovel surface was rapidly healing under the repair of the Dao Source.

"But you don't know how many years I spent in my past life."

Deep in the ore vein, more roots were being pulled up by the roots.

Purple blood began to seep from the High Priest's body. That was the feedback from the faith channel—for every root in the ore vein that was pulled out, an extra wound appeared on his body.

He and the channel had long since merged into one.

The channel was dying.

So he was dying too.