577: Chapter 577 The Only Apostle Symbolizing Slaughter

The palace, hundreds of meters tall, was like a towering skyscraper piercing through the sea of clouds.

Its entire body shimmered with a pale golden glow, standing quietly between heaven and earth, resembling the dwelling place of a deity.

Right upon the supreme throne of this golden palace, Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes, lowering his gaze to overlook his own world.

This Inner Scene World, constructed by his will, should have been peaceful and serene, but at this moment, it appeared turbulent and unsettled.

The sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Large swaths of dark clouds, resembling foul blood, surged in from unknown places.

They rolled and converged like a tide.

Layer upon layer, they exuded a grease-like luster, so thick it felt as though they were about to drip down from the sky.

Soon, the dark clouds obscured the blazing sun that had originally hung high in the sky.

The light receded, and darkness descended.

Immediately after, those dark clouds began to violently twist and deform.

It was as if an invisible giant hand was kneading this black curtain, gradually outlining a giant face large enough to cover the entire sky.

That face was unexpectedly the appearance of the ghost mask magnified countless times.

Two giant horns twisted from black clouds ferociously pierced through the cloud layer.

A pair of eyes composed of crimson lightning opened and closed in the darkness.

Every blink brought thunder as dull as beating drums, rumbling and echoing across the horizon.

And that bloody maw split open to the horizon was also slowly opening at this moment.

Hoo————

A gale carrying a heavy sulfur aura spewed forth from that giant mouth, sweeping across the entire island.

Following closely, the sky was like a torn wound, with blood-red rainwater pouring down.

Whoosh——

The gale whipped up the rainstorm, transforming into countless blood-colored whips that fiercely lashed at this land.

Every drop of rainwater carried strong corrosiveness; as the raindrops smashed onto the verdant grassland, they emitted a "chichi" sound.

The originally vibrant green grass rapidly withered and blackened, turning into foul-smelling sludge.

The river was dyed scarlet, the water's surface bubbled, and pungent white smoke wafted up.

The mountains were riddled with holes by the acid rain, and the rocks peeled off piece by piece.

The wind howled, the rain roared, and thunder rumbled.

In just a few breaths, this vibrant Inner Scene World was turned into a barren, blood-colored Hell.

Heaven and earth completely fell into pitch blackness, all things returned to silence, leaving only the gale and blood rain to run amok in the darkness.

At this moment, it felt as if the end of the world had arrived.

That giant face slowly rotated in the darkness, and its crimson lightning eyes finally locked onto the tiny figure within the golden palace below.

It seemed to want to use this method to pollute and assimilate this spiritual world with evil power, completely usurping control.

Fang Cheng still sat upright on the throne, his figure standing tall and motionless.

He raised his head, looking up at the arrogant giant face in the sky, his eyes without a single ripple.

Then he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers clenching into the void.

In an instant, the sun hanging high above his head, obscured by dark clouds, suddenly burst forth with boundless golden light.

The light instantly tore through the darkness, transforming into hundreds of millions of arrows burning with golden flames, piercing through the all-encompassing dark clouds.

The black curtain shrouding the sky was instantly pierced full of holes, and wisps of bright light once again scattered across the earth.

"Roar——"

Seeing this, the giant face immediately let out a heaven-shaking roar.

From within the churning, tide-like dark clouds, countless demonic shadows clad in black armor and holding bone blades suddenly charged out.

They formed a mighty demonic army, fiercely greeting that golden rain of arrows.

At the same time, the towering golden palace on the ground also bloomed with boundless light.

Fang Cheng's expression was indifferent, his eye pupils seemingly burning with raging flames.

Amidst the light, countless heavenly soldiers and generals wearing golden armor and holding light spears and holy swords rose from the ground, soaring into the air.

They collided fiercely with the endless demonic army.

For a time, the entire Inner Scene World became a battlefield of gods and demons.

Golden flames and black Devilish Qi intertwined, continuously colliding and annihilating.

Shouts of killing, roars, and the clashing of weapons resounded through the clouds.

Countless divine soldiers and demonic shadows shattered in the collision, their debris falling from the sky like a meteor shower, dragging long tails of flame.

This was no longer a pure confrontation of power, but the ultimate contest for control over this spiritual world between two completely different wills.

The raging fire burned fiercely, burning nearly half of the sky until it was glowing bright red.

Just as both sides fought to a stalemate,

that huge face in the sky opened its mouth once again.

This time, it did not spew out a gale smelling of sulfur.

Instead, it was an extremely ancient and obscure language, filled with the meaning of depravity and Chaos.

"Humble... human..."

"Kneel... submit to... the great... Lord of Slaughter..."

"Your flesh and blood... your Soul... shall all become... a part of me..."

"From now on, you are the sole apostle symbolizing slaughter..."

Every single syllable seemed to carry the power to corrode the Soul, pouring into Fang Cheng's mind.

Attempting to pollute his will, strip away his rationality, and ultimately alienate him into a monster that only knew how to slaughter.

If it were anyone else with a slightly weaker mental will, just hearing this demonic sound would cause them to instantly lose their composure and fall into enslaved walking corpses.

But Fang Cheng was an exception.

The Epic-grade Omniscient Language talent not only allowed him to understand this arrogant declaration

but also directly increased his resistance to all negative linguistic-type abilities by 400%.

That Soul-corroding, decadent demonic sound falling into his ears was just like the cicadas' chirping on a summer night.

Aside from being a bit noisy, it had not a shred of influence.

"In my world, what kind of thing are you, daring to call yourself the Lord of Slaughter?"

Fang Cheng finally stood up, coldly returning a sentence with an equally tyrannical mental will.

He couldn't be bothered to care whether the opponent could understand.

Before his words fell, he immediately spread his arms.

As if embracing the entire world, directing a grand symphonic movement.

The entire Inner Scene World, mountains and rivers immediately responded, trembling together.

Above the palace's dome, that vast starry sky representing the Sun Heart Network suddenly lit up at this moment.

Thousands of starlight intertwined into a brilliant stream of light, surging in all directions centered around him.

At the same time, in the real world.

Dongdu, Tiannan, and even all over the world.

All believers who had established a spiritual connection with Fang Cheng—whether it was A-Le training hard, Lin Chuqiao processing documents, or the members of the Zhenxiang Society far away on Yongan Island...

At this very instant, they all felt a stir in their hearts, simultaneously raising their heads and looking toward a certain direction in the nether.

Strands of spiritual thoughts, whether weak or powerful, crossed the barrier of space, converging and intertwining into golden rays of light.

Boom——

Within the Inner Scene World, the light of that briefly suppressed sun suddenly surged by more than tenfold.

The even hotter, more domineering True Sun Fire instantly swept out like a tsunami.

As the sole Creator of this realm, Fang Cheng finally exercised his true authority.

On this territory belonging to himself, he was going to thoroughly suppress this uninvited intruder!

The spiritual fluctuations of all believers came from the distant other shore, gathering around Fang Cheng.

Ultimately forming a sound of resonance, transforming into solemn chanting that constantly echoed across the horizon.

Like layers of giant waves, along with the golden light, it spread to every corner of the Inner Scene World.

Under such magnificent heavenly might, that piercing demonic sound was instantly crushed and purified.

The all-encompassing dark clouds were like ice and snow thrown into a smelting furnace, continuously melting and evaporating.

The demonic shadows let out miserable shrieks, their figures rapidly collapsing and dissipating.

The blood-red rainstorm was gasified mid-air, re-evaporating into pure water vapor and permeating the surroundings.

The entire island was undergoing earth-shattering changes.

The earth trembled violently, the originally corroded land regained its vitality, countless tender shoots broke through the soil, and the vegetation grew increasingly lush.

Mountain ranges rose from the ground, becoming even more towering and lofty than before.

Rivers widened into great rivers, surging and roaring with a mighty momentum.

Those dark, negative spiritual energies were rapidly decomposed under the refinement of the True Sun Fire, turning into the purest nutrients and blending into heaven and earth.

When the last wisp of dark cloud was thoroughly purified, that huge demonic face let out an unwilling roar.

Realizing that defeat was sealed, it attempted to transform into a streak of black smoke and escape from this world.

"Want to leave?"

A sneer flashed across Fang Cheng's eyes.

With a slight movement of his mind, the barrier around the Inner Scene World instantly burst forth with colorful halo.

Like an indestructible cage, it tightly trapped that streak of black smoke within.

The invading will seemed to also realize that it had fallen into a trap, and its actions were extraordinarily decisive.

It actually directly chose to cut off the main body, proactively discarding this trapped consciousness.

Fang Cheng's gaze was like torches, his line of sight piercing through the world barriers and looking toward the boundless dark world.

He could vaguely sense that from some unknown abyss, a violent and angry roar came echoing.

Listening to it, it was just like making harsh threats.

Unfortunately, this was merely impotent fury.

Unless it could personally descend upon this world...

Just as Fang Cheng was thinking this, a faint light suddenly lit up before his eyes, and the panel quietly emerged.

[Your will has defeated the Divided Soul of the Lord of Slaughter from another dimension, and related skill experience has increased significantly]

[Qigong experience + 30]

[Qigong Lv3 (39 / 1000)]

[Visualization experience + 100]

[Visualization Lv3 (217 / 1000)]

Looking at the prompt information, the corners of Fang Cheng's mouth curved slightly upward.

He didn't expect an unexpected joy; he actually harvested so much skill experience.

He sat back down on the throne, feeling this brand-new world.

The area of the island had expanded by at least a fraction over a third.

The mountains and rivers, palace and vegetation, all became increasingly real and vivid.

Even the sun in the sky radiated a light much more blazing and brilliant than before.

After this battle, his Inner Scene World not only was not polluted by negative consciousness,

but instead turned misfortune into a blessing, devouring the opponent's spiritual energy and obtaining sufficient nutrients to become more stable and expansive.

Right at this moment, a mask rapidly plummeted from high altitude, passing through the cloud layer and floating straight toward the palace.

Fang Cheng's heart stirred, his eyes narrowing slightly, and he immediately raised his hand to beckon.

The mask passed through the palace dome like a phantom, flying straight in front of him and steadily landing into his hands.

He fixed his gaze to observe carefully.

The mask's style was still ferocious and terrifying, but its facial contours were more vivid and lifelike than before.

Especially those two previously inconspicuous short horns on its forehead, which had now grown a section longer, curving slightly upward and fully revealing a demonic appearance.

And the moment Fang Cheng grasped the mask, a piece of information was directly transmitted into his mind.

[Name: Banquet of Slaughter]

[Category: Growth-type Strange Object]

[Ability: Through the host's slaughter of prey, it extracts the target's life energy; 50% of the energy is used to strengthen the host, and 50% is used to sustain the mask itself.]

"Heh, incorrigible."

After reading the information content, Fang Cheng hooked the corner of his mouth into a sneer, instantly understanding the opponent's scheme.

This so-called "strange object" looked extraordinary in origin and quite valuable.

But it was obviously a bait left behind by that fellow calling himself the "Lord of Slaughter".

It was tempting him to obtain rapidly growing power through continuous slaughter.

Once he did this, while he would indeed grow stronger, the Divided Soul residing within the mask would also grow alongside it.

Although that Lord of Slaughter had previously decisively discarded this portion of consciousness and chosen to sever the connection,

Fang Cheng could be certain that as long as the timing was ripe, the opponent would completely have the ability to descend once more and make a comeback.

By then, an even stronger version of himself would also face an even stronger enemy.

However, Fang Cheng was not afraid.

Even if your Divided Soul could profit and grow from this, so what?

The speed at which I grow stronger would only be tens or hundreds of times yours, making it completely unimaginable to you.

Fang Cheng released his hand, his mind stirring slightly.

He allowed this crimson mask to float up once more, passing through the palace window and flying toward the high altitude.

The blazing sun in the sky faded away, and the deep night curtain slowly unfolded.

Then, amidst the floating clouds, a blood moon emitting an eerie red glow emerged out of thin air.

It was like a cold, crimson pupil, hanging high above the night curtain, apathetically gazing at the world below.

That was precisely what the Divided Soul left behind by the Lord of Slaughter had transformed into.

Moonlight spilled across the earth, and the entire island was shrouded in a bizarre atmosphere.

The mountains were covered with a layer of pale red halo, the rivers flickered with fine red light, and the vegetation also stained a layer of dark red luster.

The originally vibrant Inner Scene World had seemingly changed a filter, altering its art style entirely.

Fang Cheng looked at the blood moon on the horizon, muttering to himself:

"With such a good experience gift pack, I'd even be afraid you wouldn't come."

Feeling relaxed and happy, he sat on the throne with keen interest, simply studying the uses of this new toy.

A thought moved, the blood moon faded, and the scorching sun once again hung high in the sky.

With another thought, the daytime instantly transformed into a sky full of stars.

This world belonging to him changed at will under his will.

Just as he was immersed in it and having a blast,

a familiar call suddenly came from his heart, carrying an obvious sense of anxiety.

Fang Cheng's gaze flashed, the smile on the corners of his mouth receding.

Then he stood up from the throne, choosing to detach from the Inner Scene World.

The surrounding mountains, palaces, and starry sky rapidly receded like a tide, and darkness enveloped him once again.

In the bedroom, Fang Cheng abruptly opened his eyes, golden light suddenly flashing in his pupils.

Hum——Hum——

On the bedside table, his phone continued to vibrate.

The screen lit up with fluorescent light, and the three characters "Lin Chuqiao" were constantly flashing.