"Buzz, buzz, buzz."

The moment Gu Shen clenched his fist, the metal objects all vibrated in unison.

As if an invisible connection was born with his thoughts.

After leaving the old city district, he had felt something strange about the blazing fire between his brows.

Now, he had a peculiar premonition.

He should be able to control these "metal objects," just like Tie Wu controlled those metal objects... With every breath, the Jingzhe mental cultivation method was guiding him to enter the meditative state as soon as possible.

Was this the gift that Gu Changzhi had given him?

Gu Shen narrowed his eyes... He felt an unbearable itch in his heart, as if ants were crawling on him.

He looked up at the surveillance camera in the corridor and asked softly, "Can you help erase the surveillance footage?"

"...No problem." Chu Ling had already guessed what Gu Shen was about to do.

After receiving a positive answer, Gu Shen breathed a long sigh of relief.

That felt good.

He raised his palm.

With a "pop," the iron screws at the end of the distant corridor quickly unscrewed and fell out. The exhaust pipe that had just been tightened was instantly disassembled on its own. With Gu Shen's action of clenching his fingers, dozens of iron pipes clattered together, changing shape and transforming into a small, exquisite miniature iron throne.

In the deep-sea monitoring view, everything was peaceful, with no abnormalities.

The surveillance footage was frozen on the frame before Gu Shen used his ability.

Gu Shen stared intently at the "iron throne" in front of him. He beckoned with his finger, and the steel condensed and dispersed again, reorganizing as if it were a liquid without a rigid structure, transforming into a soft, pliable substance as it fluttered.

He didn't play with it for long.

Gu Shen suddenly flicked his hand, and the series of steel pieces flew back to the ventilation duct, quickly returning to their original form.

He stood honestly at the door.

With a "whoosh," the door opened.

"You've worked hard... Do you need to go in and check on Song Ci?" Zhou Jiren took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, glancing at his proud disciple.

"That guy is lucky; he won't die," Gu Shen shook his head and said. "As long as he's still alive, and judging from the commotion inside... there shouldn't be anything for me to do."

Mr. Shu grinned.

"Alright... If you're tired, you can go back and rest first."

Having experienced the fierce battle with the Apostle of Central Continent, this night was even longer than the Jiangtan incident. Everyone was mentally and physically exhausted. Next, the Tribunal would also be responsible for detaining and interrogating Qin Ye, as well as receiving a response from the Tower of Origin.

Gu Shen was probably the most special one among everyone tonight...

After seeing Gu Changzhi, the blazing fire was inexplicably excited, causing his spirit to be unusually full.

This was also the reason why he took the initiative to patrol outside the ward... The fact that he had carried Gu Changzhi's divine descent should only be known to the tomb keeper. After the great battle, his spirit was still so full, which might attract attention.

"...Okay."

Gu Shen did not refuse his teacher's kindness. He was worried that he wouldn't have a chance to be alone to explore the "gift" that Mr. Gu Changzhi had left him.

...

...

Darkness.

Boundless darkness.

["I... am dead."]

Consciousness recovered from the freeze.

Tie Wu felt that his soul was fragmented, but strangely, there was not much pain... Was this the taste of death?

Before his eyes had even opened, he imagined the scene he might see next—

Perhaps he would see his soul drifting away from his body like seaweed.

Lord Godseat had told him that at the moment of death, people would see their spirit separate from their body... He firmly believed this and had been looking forward to this scene during his years of carrying out missions.

Today's death was not a regret for him, but an honor.

To be able to sacrifice himself in the "Divine Descent" was without regrets.

This was the best fate for an Apostle.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes.

And then.

Tie Wu was stunned.

A flying blade of grass hit his face, mixed with moist dew. Before him was a vast and boundless wilderness, the sky was high, the wind was cool, and it was full of greenery. A desolate wind echoed in the distant low sky, and a thin layer of dark clouds shrouded the area.

"This is..."

Tie Wu lowered his head and found that his soul had not left his body.

Where was this?

After the Divine Descent, he had not died?

Where was Lord Godseat... He subconsciously looked for the token, but the moment he reached out to flip his windbreaker, he found that his fingers passed directly through the front of his clothes.

Was this a dream, or... after the Divine Descent, was he only left with his soul?

A loneliness and desolation that went straight to the heart emerged.

He had not yet figured out what had happened.

Suddenly, the sound of burning rang out on the empty wilderness.

Tie Wu was on high alert and looked up nervously. Not far away, a fiery light burned, outlining a square portal, and a familiar-looking young man slowly walked out of the portal.

He had an impression of this young man, but it was only limited to having an impression... because in the mission just now, this young man was the most inconspicuous small character.

A lackey.

Trash.

In Tie Wu's eyes, he was no different from those Third District officials in Lion Alley who could be pierced with a single sword.

"Who are you?"

Tie Wu's expression was tense as he stared coldly at the young man in front of him.

Because his thoughts had been frozen, his memory was still stuck before the Divine Descent, and he was completely unaware of what had happened afterward.

After the God of Wine Godseat descended, he should have quelled all the chaos and suppressed all the enemies.

What exactly was going on now?

"East Continent, Gu Shen."

Gu Shen spoke calmly, giving an extremely simple self-introduction.

He saw through Tie Wu's thoughts at a glance and said calmly, "Tie Wu, the God of Wine lost. You have been abandoned."

The Seasons Wilderness was eerily quiet.

The cool wind whistled, and the dwarfish figure in the windbreaker, floating in the wilderness, looked like a ghost, lost and shocked.

These words were like a bolt from the blue.

After standing blankly for two seconds, Tie Wu reacted.

He flew into a rage and pounced towards Gu Shen.

"You're talking nonsense! How could Lord Godseat lose! How could he abandon me!"

This godforsaken wilderness had no iron elements, so Tie Wu only stirred up a gust of wind when he pounced over, but that didn't matter... If he remembered correctly, this kid's strength was only around the third level of the Deep Water Zone.

He could kill him instantly with just a thought!

The distance between the two was not far.

So this fierce pounce only took an instant. Tie Wu felt that his body was exceptionally light, even faster than the wind!

Gu Shen's expression was calm and unwavering.

He simply slapped out with a plain and unadorned palm.

The next moment.

Tie Wu, who had been pouncing ferociously, was slapped and spun around a full 1800 degrees on the spot.

Like a spinning top.

After spinning five times, Tie Wu was stunned. He subconsciously wanted to continue pouncing forward to tear the young man apart.

Then there was another "slap."

The second slap made Tie Wu see stars. He glanced at Gu Shen raising his palm for the third time, instantly sobered up, and quickly retracted his neck, protecting his head with both hands.

Gu Shen nodded in satisfaction when he saw Tie Wu's current appearance.

He could finally quietly admire the scenery of this vast wilderness, which was exactly the same as the scenery during his Jingzhe breathing meditation. This seemed to be the spiritual world he had created.

Every plant, every tree, every breeze, he was all in touch with.

In other words... he was the master of this world.

"Let me introduce you. This is the 'Seasons Wilderness'..."

Gu Shen retracted his palm and spread his arms, standing in the wind of the vast wilderness. Countless gusts of wind howled past, and blades of grass fluttered, as if welcoming a new king.

His voice echoed in the wind.

Word by word.

Like a thunderclap from the sky, like the rumbling of spring thunder.

"Welcome to my world."