Chapter 101 Arrival

Above Lion Lane, countless black mirrors intertwined, constructing a perfect and independent "world!"

Qin Ye's [Sumeru] no longer expanded, but condensed and compressed, locking Song Ci and himself together. Countless layers of mirrors, each seemingly close, were actually separated by a vast distance.

"...Lord God has replied."

On the other side, the Iron Throne reappeared, with Tie Wu sitting upon it, driving the tide of steel, using the smallest amount of divine power to repeatedly repel Song Ci's desperate attacks.

Tie Wu clutched the token tightly, his expression solemn. "Lord God... is preparing to 'Descend'."

"Descend?"

Qin Ye, whose expression had remained unchanged for millennia, was somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected that Lord Bacchus would want to come to Dadu in person.

[Apostles] carry the will of the gods, traveling the Five Continents. In essence, they are the gods' representatives... Tokens are a channel for the spread of the divine will.

And "Descent" is a more tangible manifestation of will.

The God's incomparably powerful mental force establishes a connection with the human body through the "seed" and the "token." If the [Apostle] willingly offers their body as a bridge to carry the divine will, then the god can personally come here, transcending the distance of space.

Of course.

The amount of transcendent source matter and bodily energy consumed per second of Descent is enormous.

One Descent, and the [Apostle] acting as the vessel... might truly be drained dry, or even die.

But there was no fear on Tie Wu's face. Instead, a smile appeared. To be chosen by Lord God and to serve as the vessel for Descent was an immensely glorious thing.

The previous sentence was just a greeting to Qin Ye.

"...I am ready."

Tie Wu, sitting on the Iron Throne, took a deep breath.

He was prepared to burn himself out.

As long as the Lord God's will arrived.

Then he believed that no matter what kind of enemy it was, they would be eliminated in an instant, and there would be no surprises. Dadu, Nagano, the entire East Continent... would all prostrate themselves at the feet of Lord Bacchus!

...

...

"Something's not right."

Zhou Jiren stared at the battle in the air, and suddenly frowned.

Zhou Jiren wasn't the only one who felt that something was wrong.

"There's a very strange aura..."

Gu Zhi raised his head, and the ice shards attached to his body actually fell off one after another.

Originally, he was surrounded by frost and snow, but now these snowflakes were no longer under his control...

Zhou Jiren raised his hand with a grim expression, and the Sacred Wood instantly rose from the ground, breaking through the roof and opening a passage to the ground. He tried to turn the Sacred Wood into an incredibly solid shield to wrap around everyone and descend.

But the frightening thing was... the Sacred Wood's senses had failed at this moment.

The wildly growing vines broke through the roof and twisted into a shield wall, but did not further contract.

"My abilities... are being restricted."

Zhou Jiren murmured, "This is... Descent?"

In the domain enveloped by the countless black mirrors in the air, a burst of purple light exploded, like a star suddenly splitting, a ray of light cascading down, spreading in a circle. It looked as if it would cover dozens of li, but this ray of purple light stopped just short of a thousand meters, only enveloping half of the [Sumeru] domain.

Song Ci, burning the token and attacking with all his might, saw the exploding light in the first instance.

He didn't have the slightest intention of stopping.

After being infused with divine power, he felt as if his body had become a blazing solar furnace, burning madly every moment. The instinct in his heart, submerged by divine power, told him... without the token, his transcendent source matter would be drained dry by this burning in an instant.

But fortunately, the token provided him with an inexhaustible supply of energy.

So he seemed to have truly become an omnipotent "god," able to do anything he wanted.

His spirit had never been so full.

His fighting spirit had never been so high!

But... he was only an [Apostle] after all, and this token was just borrowed divine power.

His fist, exceeding the speed of sound, seemed to sink into a quagmire the moment the purple light exploded, not because he wanted to retreat or retract his fist, but because a powerful force had descended, and even space seemed to be frozen.

Because the divine power on the token was still burning.

So Song Ci could still move forward "slowly."

The core of his body, the solar furnace, burned with countless light and heat, supporting him as he threw his fist with all his strength towards the Iron Throne...

As he threw his fist, Song Ci felt as if he was hallucinating.

Tie Wu's face on the Iron Throne was shrouded in purple light, so blurred that he could no longer see it clearly.

Song Ci saw a holy youth.

Pale purple curly hair, a faint smile on his face, a moon-white robe, features as perfect as a work of art carved by a master craftsman.

The explosive fist wind shattered again and again in the air.

Shattering along with the black [Sumeru] mirror.

Wherever Bacchus' gaze reached, all the transcendent power in his vision was removed, and the entire world was left with only air and wind to flow freely, including Gu Nanfeng's [Arashi Cut].

This was a pure and immaculate pure land.

Apostle Qin Ye stood respectfully and humbly beside the Iron Throne, and said in a low voice, "Lord God... you have arrived."

The physical characteristics of the moon-white robed youth appeared very incongruously on Tie Wu, a superposition state. A large amount of transcendent source matter was extracted, drawn out, and then condensed from his muscles and bones.

This was an inevitable result of "Descent."

High-level life forms project their will downwards, and in all likelihood will assimilate the body's structure... In fact, this is not a good thing for [Apostles], because this kind of transformation will only cause harm to themselves. When the Descent ends and the [Apostle]'s consciousness returns to the body, these transformations are irreversible.

In a sense, this is a failed evolution.

If it were not a last resort, Bacchus would not want to use "Descent." Finding an excellent Apostle is by no means an easy task, and he did not want Tie Wu's body to collapse first... So, the moment his will descended, Bacchus scattered his mental power.

Just like... when he met the Diviner in the Source Tower earlier.

The area shrouded in purple light was all drawn into the mental world.

Time in the real world was slowed down infinitely.

This was a meeting on the mental plane.

In the cloudy sky, a drop of water fell from the cumulonimbus clouds.

The drop of water slowly floated towards the ground—

Bacchus reached out his palm towards Song Ci.

His palm penetrated the void.

And also penetrated Song Ci's body.

Five fingers directly embedded themselves into Song Ci's forehead, reaching for the burning token emblem.