Misty twilight sweeps away frost and snow.

Cold light illuminates iron armor.

No… not iron armor.

At this moment, piercing through Mr. Zhuo's body, hoisting him high, was a sharp, slender iron spear. The "iron armor" in the tomb was made of a very special material, a special type of iron that Gu Shen couldn't comprehend.

But it was still iron!

As long as it was still iron, the [Iron Throne] could change its "form"... iron armor, iron boots, iron helmet, or an iron spear.

Regardless of its form...

As long as the "sturdy" characteristic of this iron armor remained unchanged, able to shatter the opponent's defenses and create a sliver of a wound, then it would be enough.

Gu Shen, lying in the snow, slowly opened his eyes.

His complexion was somewhat pale.

To perfectly deliver "this spear," he had also paid a considerable price. The blood at this moment was real. His ribs had been pierced by the small sword, a bloody mess. The Breath of Spring was rapidly repairing the injuries to his flesh.

But… a gaping wound was constantly gushing blood.

Quickly soaking the snow.

Because of the cold, the pain from the wound hadn't fully erupted yet. Gu Shen propped himself up and sat up, looking at the body he had hoisted high.

Gu Shen's face was covered in scalding blood.

This blood wasn't his.

It was Mr. Zhuo's...

"You..."

Mr. Zhuo's pupils were somewhat涣散 (huan san – unfocused). In the moment the iron spear pierced his body, he understood many things, but there were also many things he didn't understand.

He struggled to say something.

But his chest had been pierced, his heart impaled.

Every word was a great burden... Even though Mr. Zhuo was a third-stage transcendent, having condensed his own domain, transcending the mundane in terms of "spirit" and "ability," he was still a flesh and blood being.

Gu Shen interrupted Mr. Zhuo's voice, "You can experience it yourself... After seeing it, you'll understand everything."

Mr. Zhuo was somewhat bewildered.

In his pupils, a wisp of blazing fire was reflected.

The impaled body gradually became illusory.

The wind and snow from all directions... gradually scattered, shattered, and turned into blades of grass.

Mr. Zhuo hovered in the air above the wilderness of seasons. A huge bloody hole had been torn open in his chest, but this world was clean and flawless. No blood seeped from the hole in his chest, presenting a void circle large enough for someone to stick their fist through and pull it out.

Looking up at the opposite side, he understood everything.

Why the hypnotist would say... she saw a huge throne, comparable to the "Storm God's Seat."

The hypnotist wasn't lying.

Because… there really was such a throne.

The blades of grass on the wilderness flowed with the wind, seemingly chaotic and without pattern.

But in reality.

Hundreds of millions of blades of grass, moved with the wind, vaguely converging, worshipping together with the wind in one direction.

A huge throne, condensed above the spiritual wilderness, inspiring the urge to worship and kneel at first sight.

Mr. Zhuo was no exception.

His expression was pale. He struggled to breathe, adjusted his spirit, and tried to resist the oppressive thoughts of this entire world...

"Now, do you understand?"

Gu Shen looked down, and spoke softly.

Mr. Zhuo gritted his teeth, veins popping out on his forehead.

Unable to persevere, he finally fell to his knees, prostrate like an ant.

This was a spiritual domain, a complete spiritual domain with the rudiments of a world.

This world had light, wind, grass, and a grand and complete order... different from all the spiritual worlds Mr. Zhuo had seen. This was a "living" world!

This was simply not a world that could be condensed by a "third stage"!

And he was only one step away from killing this young man... He knew very well that this young man's transcendent power was only at the second stage, at most the sixth layer!

He didn't understand!

Why would such a young man... possess such a terrifying spiritual world!

"Now, I'm going to take that 'stone slab'."

Gu Shen's voice was like a divine decree, "You'd better hand it over yourself."

Mr. Zhuo's will was rapidly collapsing.

From the moment he entered the dream, he had already lost.

His will was unable to resist the rules of this world.

Gu Shen wanted to take the memory of the "ancient text stone slab." He could only offer it with both hands.

The prostrate Mr. Zhuo, lowered his head, raised both hands, and made a gesture of offering.

Above the wilderness of seasons, the final spirit then condensed.

It was an ancient stone slab, carved with blurred ancient texts. The memory was still condensing... not yet fully formed.

Gu Shen suddenly frowned.

He saw that Mr. Zhuo's "expression" had suddenly changed.

From painful struggle, to bewilderment, and finally to ecstatic joy...

In a short second, his face flashed rapidly several times.

And after raising his head, "Mr. Zhuo's" face was left with only a piece of cold indifference.

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Between the three snow mountains, continuous storms surged.

This was the greatest reliance of the Twilight Church to establish a base in the tundra... They brought a special "sealed object" from the Southern Continent, possessing incredible magical power. Normally, it only needed to be placed quietly to seal off the surrounding terrain, preventing outsiders from breaking in. When encountering enemy attacks, it could also be activated to lock down the interior of the three snow mountains, turning them into prisons to prevent enemies from escaping.

That sealed object was actually the "trident" carved on the silver foil!

It was just not the "original" from the Church robe, but a similar "replacement".

The "trident" guarding the three snow mountains was buried deep in the center of the array patterns of the great formation.

Heavy snow was flying.

Wisps of snowflakes were splattered and exploded open on the ground.

The great halberd gradually revealed its true "form," as if a powerful will was gathering and manifesting here!

The trident rose from the ground and flew towards the distance!

"Rumble rumble—"

The sound of the storm reverberating between the three snow mountains suddenly grew louder, several times thicker than before.

This place had completely become a "place where outsiders cannot enter"!

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The memory of the stone slab only condensed the blurred ancient texts, and no longer continued to materialize.

As "Mr. Zhuo" raised his head.

The memory on the stone slab was re-blurred bit by bit, and then Mr. Zhuo suddenly waved his sleeve, and these ancient texts disappeared with the stone slab.

In the spiritual world, Gu Shen calmly watched this scene.

He knew what had happened.

A great halberd flew from the snow in the distance, and finally landed in front of Mr. Zhuo.

This was a "greeting" from the material world.

And the feedback to the spiritual world... was a huge pressure.

The one who could do this.

Without a doubt...

It was the owner of the "trident" on the Twilight Church emblem.

Storm God's Seat.

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Tie Wu was still digging a hole.

The God's Seat told him that this "seed" might grow into a very, very big tree in the future, so for the sake of the seed, he had to dig a very, very big hole.

The days of cultivating in the wilderness of seasons were very happy.

He truly felt peace in his heart... And in the ordinary days, the God's Seat would always give him some "surprises."

For example, bringing a guest.

There were also some "scares."

For example, just now, bringing hundreds of guests.

If his perception was correct... the God's Seat should be thinking of him. The three hundred or so "guests" were arranged on the other side of the sky, and all their spirits were erased the moment they entered the wilderness.

Instant kill.

But this time... what the God's Seat brought to him might be "horror."

Living on Gu Shen's wilderness of seasons, every time Gu Shen descended, as long as it wasn't deliberately concealed... Tie Wu could sense it. His evaluation of Gu Shen's perception was "immeasurable."

The God's Seat’s power was like an abyss, bottomless!

He was the well-deserved master of this chaotic world!

But this time, Tie Wu felt Gu Shen's weakness... He was shocked and a little afraid. In this world, who could hurt the God's Seat?

Soon.

The second aura in the spiritual world confirmed Tie Wu's guess.

Tie Wu, stepping on the hoe, didn't even have the thought of climbing out of the big pit to take a look. His expression was pale, his mood was uneasy, and the figure of the young man in the moon-white robe flashed uncontrollably in his mind.

His fingers began to tremble, and he couldn't even hold the hoe.

The next moment, a vast spiritual aura set off a mighty storm.

This wild storm swept the chaotic "wilderness of seasons" unreasonably.

There was a reverse flow of seawater from the sky.

A phantom of a trident fell from the sky with a buzz!

Seeing the "trident," Tie Wu breathed a sigh of relief... It wasn't the Wine God's Seat who came to the door!

But soon, he felt even more of a headache.

It wasn't the Wine God's Seat who came to the door... but it was really a God's Seat!

The trident logo was the Storm God's Seat of the Southern Continent!

Boundless sea water fell from the sky and crashed on the wilderness, instantly submerging this chaotic place. Gu Shen sat on the throne, adjusting his breath, and looked expressionlessly at the man who took the "trident".

The piercing wound in Mr. Zhuo's chest was actually healing little by little.

In the real world.

The man pierced by the spear was still closing his eyes tightly, but the storm from all directions seemed to have a feeling in the dark. The "trident" inserted into the earth burst out with a weak but incredible divine power, guiding him little by little to break away from the iron spear!

The sea water was tumbling.

A huge wave stacked into a tide.

"Mr. Zhuo" held the trident, stood on the wave, and slowly rose, came to a position on par with Gu Shen... The waves continued to stack, but could no longer rise, because the highest point in this world was here.

"Bold!"

Mr. Zhuo took a deep breath, and his voice vibrated and transmitted throughout the entire spiritual world—

"Since you see the God's Seat, why don't you kneel!"

That majestic spirit, rolled out suddenly, and rushed towards Gu Shen along with the sea waves.

Gu Shen's expression was calm.

He put two fingers together and held them in front of his chest.

The overwhelming tide was divided into two halves... and swallowed the entire wilderness with a rumbling sound.

Gu Shen didn't care.

The seeds hadn't been planted yet. There would be no loss if his "new world" was submerged... At most, he would spend some spiritual power and origin to repair this world later.

The important thing... was the trident in front of him.

He knew very well.

This was not the descent of the real "Storm God's Seat"!

That god of faith in the Southern Continent probably didn't know what the Twilight Church was mining... There were dozens or hundreds of churches in the Southern Continent, or even more. The "silver foil" he bestowed as a divine miracle was almost an essential "holy object" for everyone in the church.

The same was true of this "trident" in the snow mountain.

The trident carved on the silver foil badge was a divine weapon.

And this one at this moment... It would be a great blessing for the Twilight Church if it could retain a trace of "divine power."

The "Northward Plan" of the Southern Continent was huge and complex, penetrating not only the Eastern Continent. Before that ancient text stone slab was translated, the Storm God's Seat would not notice what happened in the tundra.

As for the life and death of the seventh-layer transcendent?

Although he had never seen the Storm God's Seat.

But he could infer its true intentions from the "Northward Plan" alone.

Gu Shen knew too much about this kind of "God's Seat" that violated his original intention.

The Wine God's Seat of the Source Tower could abandon even an "apostle" like Tie Wu... In the war-torn land of the Southern Continent, the seventh-layer transcendent was only slightly larger than an ant. How could the Storm God's Seat really see it!

Therefore, the reason for the coming of this ray of "divine consciousness" was not difficult to guess.

The Twilight Church pinned all its hopes on this stone slab... As long as the ancient text was successfully deciphered, and it could get the attention of the "God's Seat," then the entire church could be favored. They went north with all their strength, and brought the "trident" from the bottom of the box.

There was a little bit of divine power left by the "Storm God's Seat" on this trident.

A little bit was very small to God.

For them, it was enough.

"Why... should I kneel?"

Gu Shen looked at the man in front of him and said coldly, "This is the Eastern Continent!"

He knew that after the divine power of the trident was released, the balance of the spiritual world was disturbed... At this moment, Mr. Zhuo's consciousness no longer completely belonged to himself, but had merged with the trident.

Mr. Zhuo frowned.

Perhaps the words Eastern Continent reminded him.

"Eastern Continent..."

The remaining divine power in the trident began to occupy this body. A ray of the Storm God's Seat's will spoke, his voice was thick and hoarse, full of anger, "So what if it's the Eastern Continent? How could I be afraid of Gu Changzhi!"

He raised the halberd high.

Majestic sea water swept across.

A ray of divine power from God's Seat falling on the heads of mortals was like a mountain.

If it were replaced by other "spiritual domains," it would probably be broken in an instant.

But Gu Shen's "pure land" at this moment was unusually strong!

The origin of炽火 (Chi Huo - Blazing Fire) began to consume rapidly!

At this moment, the divine power of the trident felt abnormal.

The sea water washed the wilderness.

But it didn't directly collapse it!

The next moment.

"Mr. Zhuo" stared at Gu Shen. The young man's spiritual aura was very unusual. Obviously, his spiritual power was only at the level of the fourth layer, but he had condensed a spiritual world with complete rules!

"This is... the wilderness of seasons!"

The Storm God's Seat said coldly, "What is your relationship with Gu Changzhi!"

Before Gu Shen could answer—

He directly stretched out his hand and grabbed towards Gu Shen!

"Dream... scatter!"

Gu Shen unhesitatingly lifted his spiritual realm. Even if it was only a ray of remnant of the Storm God's Seat’s will, it was too powerful!

In the spiritual world, Gu Shen was the supreme master of the wilderness of seasons, but the will of the Storm God's Seat was even stronger than him.

So he had no choice.

Under the impact of the "reverse seawater," the wilderness of seasons had been submerged, and the consumption speed of the transcendent origin was too fast... If it continued, he couldn't win this protracted battle, and his spirit would collapse!

Gu Shen could only choose to come to the material world.

This was actually a good choice.

Returning to reality, he was reduced to a mortal.

And "Mr. Zhuo" holding the trident would also be reduced to a mortal, a mortal who was no better than him.

Gu Shen had seen the battle of the apostles.

He had also personally built a bridge for "divine coming".

So he knew very well... The "divine power" in this trident could not be compared with the real relics.

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The moment he opened his eyes—

"Mr. Zhuo" also opened his eyes at the same time!

The trident had merged with his will. He slipped from the tip of the iron spear. The moment he fell to the ground, he reached out. The trident instantly swept into his palm. At the same time, the storm in the entire snow mountain valley roared!

After the spiritual realm was lifted, the Storm God's Seat did not rush to act.

This faint divine thought calmly stared at the young man in front of him.

Gu Shen's expression was a little pale. He covered his ribs... The speed of blood flow had slowed down a little, but at this moment, there was already a large pool of blood on the snow.

"Breath of Spring..."

The Storm God's Seat saw Gu Shen's breathing rhythm at a glance.

He smiled and said, "No wonder you're not afraid of me at all... Is it because Gu Changzhi is standing behind you?"

Gu Shen also smiled.

"No..."

He shook his head, looked at "Mr. Zhuo" in front of him, and said softly, "After the last time, I understood a truth... Relying on the sky, relying on the ground, relying on the God's Seat, is not as good as relying on yourself."

The last time?

"Mr. Zhuo" frowned, he didn't know what the young man was talking about anymore.

"I don't mind saying a few more words to someone who is about to die."

He raised the trident, pointed it at Gu Shen, and asked softly, "So... you want to rely on yourself?"

Gu Shen nodded and said very softly, "Yes."

The iron spear inserted into the snow shot out instantly!

The Storm God's Seat didn't even turn his head.

A ray of divine power vibrated out, and the iron spear was hit and twisted, trembling and bounced away—

This scene surprised the Storm God's Seat a little.

He didn't expect this iron spear to be so strong... Although it was just a casual blow, it was enough to shatter most of the "ironware" in this world!

If it was just this method...

It was really a little...

Ridiculous.

He slowly turned his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth disappeared little by little.

"Mr. Zhuo"... or rather a wisp of Storm God's Seat’s remnant, looked solemn and looked at the great sniper rifle set up in front of him.

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A crisp sound of "click".

It was the sound of a bullet being loaded.

After the avalanche bullet was loaded, Gu Shen didn't waste any words and fired the gun cleanly and decisively!

He knew very well.

In the face of the will of the Storm God's Seat, this was his last resort... If he hit, the other party would die, if he didn't hit, he would die!

At this moment, the dizziness of blood loss and the pain of broken bones all disappeared. Gu Shen's mental power had never been so concentrated. He seemed to be able to feel time slowing down countless times.

With a "bang"!

When the sound echoed in the snow mountain valley, the splashing blood had already stained the mountain rocks. Mr. Zhuo's fragile body was pierced by the avalanche bullet, and along with it was the powerful spirit of the "Storm God's Seat". xxs one

Spirit and matter complement each other.

No matter how strong the spirit is, without a carrier, it will eventually turn into nothingness.

This shot shattered Mr. Zhuo's forehead, and the smile on his face was forever frozen a second ago.

The body fell and fell into the snow.

The avalanche bullet destroyed the "logic" of his entire body. Mr. Zhuo was like a paper man on fire. The moment he burned, he could not escape the fate of turning into ashes all over his body.

The same was true of that trident—

The transcendent origin of the deceased was rolling in the void.

And the powerful spirit of the Storm God's Seat that lost its material carrier!

Gu Shen's expression was pale, and he gasped for breath.

The arc of the Truth sniper rifle gradually dissipated and shrank back into his sleeve, condensing into a silver-white ruler... Calculated from the moment the base alarm sounded, this battle lasted for nearly ten hours. At this moment, it finally ended, and he had consumed too much spirit.

炽火 (Chi Huo - Blazing Fire) swept out from the center of his eyebrows and casually devoured the "spoils" of this battle—the origin of these transcendents of the Twilight Church that might dissipate at any time.

The final result.

Gu Shen was satisfied.

Xiao's clone was killed by him, and the blood fire was devoured by him.

The Twilight Church was completely wiped out.

It was just that when he raised his head, Gu Shen's eyes were a little regretful.

He looked at the wisp of storm spirit slowly floating in the void.

After the trident was broken, the divine power bestowed by the God's Seat began to return. Unless it encountered a "strike" of the same level of power, such power would not easily be annihilated.

It seemed.

It was difficult for him to stop the return of this ray of divine power.

Gu Shen stared at the "spirit" that was slowly drifting away. After the trident was broken, the snow mountain's array patterns were also broken, and the violent storm no longer shrouded it, as if all this had turned into smoke.

Just when Gu Shen was about to let go of that ray of "spirit".

The ring he was wearing suddenly produced a strange rhythm, as if reminding himself... don't let it go!

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes.

"What... does this mean?"

He raised his palm.

The silent jade ring actually vibrated again, guiding Gu Shen to approach the departing "remnant of the Storm God's Seat".

Gu Shen's figure instantly disappeared in place.

The Truth Ruler burst out with a roar.

He flew into the wind and snow and reached out to grab that wandering will... The terrifying divine power filled the void. Even if he left the Southern Continent by thousands of miles and lost his carrier, it was still the spirit of "God"!

How can mortals blaspheme!

Gu Shen's palm was directly bounced away!

But at the moment of touching it, the ring flew out directly from Gu Shen's finger, and it gathered the will of the "Storm God's Seat"...

There was an iron law in this world that would never change.

Matter and spirit complement each other.

No one can leave anyone.

But the burial objects in this tomb were all "dead objects", the Lamp of Grief, the Iron Armor, and the Jade Ring. They were truly "objects that had lost their spirit." Gu Shen knew that the spirit of the Lamp of Grief remained on Shenci Mountain.

The material strength of the Iron Armor had exceeded Gu Shen's understanding!

And this jade ring... directly "captured" the spirit of the Storm God's Seat wandering outside!

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