42: Chapter 42 Stripping the Divine Realm of its Origin and the Gray Orb

High above the void, the trajectory of that panicked, fleeing divine power fluctuation was crystal clear within Su Chen's perception.

It was an aura mixed with decay, fear, and the extreme weakness born from damaging one's own essence.

"It fled quite fast."

Su Chen's will hovered in the air above this subterranean world that had just experienced a one-sided slaughter. His spiritual power, like invisible tendrils, precisely captured the remnants of that forcibly severed faith channel.

At the other end of the channel, that self-proclaimed 'Plague Walker' false god was frantically tearing through space in a near-self-mutilating manner, attempting to completely sever itself from these coordinates that made its divine soul tremble.

Su Chen had no intention of giving chase.

An ant startled by the light of a star was not worth him taking a special step.

Crushing it could be done at any time.

But the nest it abandoned, this freshly baked, still-steaming cake, was the true feast for a glutton.

His gaze pierced the barriers of the material dimension, directly locking onto that broken, wailing divine realm on the verge of disintegration within the crevice between the material and spiritual worlds.

With the false god's will completely withdrawn, this space constructed entirely from its divine power and divinity lost its core pillar.

The sky, that sky which should have been resplendent but now only held filthy green clouds, was cracking like a spider's web.

Pitch-black fissures appeared out of thin air, tearing the firmament, leaking chaotic and dangerous spatial turbulence.

The earth, that ground covered with countless twisted pus and bones, was collapsing and sinking in massive chunks, dissolving into the most primitive energy particles, vanishing into nothingness.

The entire divine realm emitted a groan of unbearable strain.

This was the final death rattle of a world.

Su Chen's figure descended silently into this ownerless divine realm marching toward destruction.

Like a monarch inspecting his own domain, he coldly surveyed the cataclysmic scene around him.

Spatial turbulence transformed into visible gray storms, carrying power enough to rend steel, raging wildly.

But as these violent energies approached within three meters of Su Chen's body, they were smoothed by an invisible force, becoming docile.

"Don't let it go to waste."

He murmured, his voice unusually clear in this collapsing world.

To others, this was a lethal deathtrap.

To him, it was merely spoils awaiting reclamation.

Su Chen slowly raised his right hand, his fingers slender, his knuckles distinct.

He made a grasping motion in the air toward this vast, crumbling sky and earth.

The movement was light.

Yet it leveraged unimaginable, tremendous power.

"Divine Art: Divine Realm Devour!"

Booooom——!

In an instant, the vast, universe-like divine power slumbering within him boiled over completely!

Endless black lightning erupted from every pore!

This was not mortal lightning, but divine thunder embodying the authority of destruction. Each bolt contained the terrifying law of reducing matter to nothingness.

Simultaneously, an even deeper, more viscous crimson divine power surged forth from behind him like a breached ocean.

That was pure divine power of slaughter!

Phantasms of mountains of corpses and seas of blood floated within the crimson ocean; fleeting shadows of billions of living beings wailing in despair flashed by.

Two utterly different divine powers—one representing ultimate destruction, the other representing extreme slaughter—now fused perfectly under his will.

The black lightning and crimson radiance intertwined and wove together.

They transformed into a colossal net that blotted out the sky!

Every strand of this net was woven from the purest divine law, instantly enveloping the entire collapsing divine realm space.

The original outward diffusion and disintegration were forcibly halted by this unreasonably brutal power.

And then.

Contraction!

Su Chen's five fingers slowly closed together.

The giant net enveloping the divine realm spanning over ten square kilometers also began compressing inward.

Creeeak——!

A grinding sound so jarring it made one's soul tremble reverberated throughout the dimensional crevice.

That was not the friction of matter against matter.

It was the lament of space itself being forcibly folded, compressed, and crushed!

The sky was kneaded into a ball.

The earth was squeezed into fragments.

The raging spatial turbulence was directly ground away by the violent divine power.

Everything—whether the filthy soil, the remnants of laws, or the divine imprints left behind by the false god—was forcibly refined and purified within this net woven of thunder and slaughter.

The entire process was brutal, direct, and filled with destructive beauty.

Finally.

The moment Su Chen's fingers completely clenched into a fist.

The sky-blotting giant net also contracted to its limit.

All light, all energy, all matter collapsed into a single point.

Hmm.

A faint tremor.

All anomalies vanished completely.

A sphere of light, only the size of a fingertip, its body a chaotic gray, emitting a peculiar aura, hovered quietly above his palm.

The sphere's surface shimmered with flowing light, as if countless tiny stars were being born and dying within.

[Item]: Divine Realm Essence (Incomplete)

[Attributes]: Contains faint spatial laws and soul energy. Can be used to expand divine realm area.

Su Chen's gaze focused on this sphere of light.

He could clearly perceive the energy contained within—a spatial essence that had undergone extreme compression and purification, pure, condensed, still mixed with faint traces of the soul divinity that false god had failed to take away.

"As expected, it can be taken away as a package."

Su Chen clenched this sphere of light, its touch warm yet carrying a hint of coolness.

An uncontrollable emotion surged from the depths of his placid heart, instantly sweeping through his entire body.

It wasn't simple joy, but a tremor and exhilaration born from verifying a grand hypothesis and seeing a new path.

A flash of near-ecstatic, fervent light flickered deep within his pupils.

This discovery was of monumental significance!

It proved that plunder was not limited to visible material resources, nor merely harvesting the faith of believers.

Even an enemy's most core foundation—the divine realm itself—could be taken as spoils, forcibly devoured, packaged, and taken away by his divine power!

This meant that in the future, with every enemy he defeated, what he could gain would not merely be their accumulated resources, but the very foundation of their existence!

This was a path of a conqueror, sustaining war through war, infinite devouring!

For a fleeting moment, Su Chen's breathing grew heavy.

He quickly suppressed this surging emotion, his gaze regaining that absolute calm and rationality.

His line of sight returned to the ratman tribe below, now completely reduced to a dead zone.

The false god's divine realm had been drained, but on the ground, the vast cave complex occupied by that tribe remained a treasure trove awaiting exploitation.

"Zerg Swarm, clean the battlefield!"

The icy command was instantly transmitted to the mind of every Zerg Swarm unit through the mental link.

"Don't leave me a single brick or tile!"

Hmm——!

The countless Zerg Swarm units that had been gnawing on the ratmen corpses suddenly paused.

In the next second, a more fanatical, more efficient directive overrode their primitive feeding instincts.

Drones swarmed forward, beginning to squeeze the last bits of value from these ruins.