Chapter 9: The Finale (15)
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In the dimly lit Small Thousand World, dark clouds shrouded almost all sunlight.
The towering silhouette of Di Shitian, standing about ten meters tall, loomed over everyone with the intimidating presence of a giant, sending tremors of fear deep into the hearts of all except Lin Nan.
While the others merely felt the overwhelming pressure of the apparition and instinctively reacted, Good Shiyuan knew exactly who this person was.
Despite Di Shitian wearing a phoenix gown and crown, with hair styled like a lady’s, looking all prim and pretty, he was, without a doubt, a bona fide man.
In the Divine Clan, there were the “Twenty Deities of Heaven,” and Di Shitian ranked second.
But even Good Shiyuan hadn’t expected Di Shitian’s strength to reach an unimaginable, terrifying level. Just with a single finger of his silhouette, he turned Li Hanbo, who was at least at the Nascent Soul level, into nothing but dust.
You could say the horrifying scene of enemies turning to ash in mere laughter had far exceeded anyone’s expectations.
At this moment, any expert on Asking Dao Continent who dared to face one of the Divine Clan’s Twenty Deities would end up utterly obliterated.
In a flash, despair swept through Good Shiyuan’s heart.
He had initially planned to use creatures from the Small World to replace the Three Races in their fight against the Divine Clan, but now it seemed all his efforts were just a big old joke. What a colossal waste of time!
When the difference in strength is that vast, it’s like ants trying to take on humans. No matter how fiercely the ants struggled or what tricks they tried to pull off, humans could effortlessly crush them underfoot, reducing all the ants’ painstaking efforts over countless years to a mere puff of dust.
Thinking of this, Good Shiyuan found himself choking on his frustration.
“Wow…”
Years of hard work and determination were suddenly shattered by the unexpected appearance of Di Shitian’s silhouette.
Caught off guard, he spat out a mouthful of bl**d, his expression immediately going limp and exhausted.
Lin Nan floated high in the sky, peering down at Good Shiyuan, whose face had turned pale.
“So, do you really think your clever little tricks can go toe-to-toe with the Divine Clan?”
Good Shiyuan lifted his head, his gaze sparking with indignation, “I should’ve seen it! Your familiarity with the ways of colluding with the Divine Clan is truly extraordinary. Indeed, you haven’t changed at all—you’re still the same as you were all those thousands of years ago.”
Lin Nan smirked, “Oh! Weren’t you calling me a fake? So now you’re backpedaling?”
Good Shiyuan had no retort, his mind a jumbled mess.
Logically, if Frost North Snow’s soul had indeed been swapped, as he had vaguely seen in her mental world, then with the Divine Clan’s mighty power, how could they not have noticed? Why would they support her, allowing her to continue being their spokesperson?
Could it be…
A chilling thought sent shivers down Good Shiyuan’s spine.
In the memories of the Small Thousand World’s essence, there were records of discussions related to the Six Realms of Reincarnation.
On this continent, among the Three Races, the Six Realms of Reincarnation were a legendary myth passed down through generations: if one lived virtuously, their soul would ascend to the Heaven Realm after d*ath.
But if one was wicked, they’d fall into the realms of beasts, hell, or hungry ghosts—collectively known as the “Three Evil Paths.”
The Asura Realm served as a buffer zone, housing many tainted celestial beings. If they could rectify their faults, they might return to the Heaven Realm; if they remained obstinate, they’d plummet straight into the Three Evil Paths.
The Divine Clan had always prided themselves on being celestial beings, the sacred territory that every race on the continent longed for.
Since the dawn of beings, prayers and sacrifices to the Divine Clan had never ceased for tens of thousands of years.
Frost North Snow, as the creator of the Three Races’ cultivation system, had reaped countless powerful beings over the millennia, bringing immense benefits to the Divine Clan—although they didn’t completely trust her, they still granted her many privileges and a corresponding status.
The fact that Di Shitian’s silhouette appeared behind her, treating her as a indispensable follower, only validated this fact.
Her soul’s brief reincarnation in another world must have been the Divine Clan’s attempt to expand their reach into wider spaces, with her playing the role of a pioneer, or perhaps a pathfinder, to fulfill the mission entrusted by the Divine Clan.
In other words, all along, Frost North Snow’s soul had never changed; only the form did, while the essence remained the same.
And he had previously tried to replace her with the temple in the Small World, intending to completely swallow Frost North Snow’s soul—this…this…
Good Shiyuan felt a tremor run through him, a wave of terror washing over him.
If this really succeeded, he would have committed a grave mistake.
“But… why did you choose to ally with the Divine Clan? Don’t you realize that once the Three Races are wiped out, our very foundation for survival will be obliterated? With no spiritual energy or the earth’s nurturing, the East Sea Underground Palace and the Small Thousand World will eventually face destruction. If the essence perishes, we too shall…”
Lin Nan sighed, “You think the Divine Clan is all unified like a big happy family? Our only hope for victory lies in exploiting the disagreements among them. Do you catch my drift?”
At this moment, truth be told, Lin Nan wasn’t sure of what she was saying.
She never imagined that at this critical moment, her passive skill “Phenomenon” would activate on its own.
And from the looks of it, the silhouette behind her was pretty darn impressive, and unlike previous phenomena, this time, Di Shitian not only emitted enormous pressure but also had passive counter abilities.
Li Hanbo, the poor guy, was unfortunate enough to think she was using a projector for a trick.
He smashed straight into the g*n barrel and turned to dust—talk about asking for it! He charged in like a bull, utterly oblivious to the endless possibilities in this world, thinking he could apply his past experiences here.
Ever since the incident with the bl**d of All Spirits Formation, she had firmly stood on the side of mortals against the Divine Clan.
No other reason, just purely instinct. She despised the Divine Clan’s cycle of harvesting and killing, feeling immense sympathy for the fates of the Three Races.
Being human meant survival, plain and simple.
If that basic assurance was absent, how could she ever harbor goodwill towards the Divine Clan?
Moreover, the Divine Clan had lured nearly one hundred million players from the real world into the Asking Dao Continent through this game system, a scam hard to fathom!
Not only had they caused immeasurable losses to the real world, but their ambitions also became more apparent than ever!
So here she was, a staunch anti-Divine-Clan advocate, paradoxically having her passive phenomenon skill summon up a heavyweight from the Divine Clan to back her up. Although the results were evident, and victory came swiftly, it clearly caused tremendous confusion among onlookers, especially for Good Shiyuan.
Watching him spew bl**d, Lin Nan could almost imagine the magnitude of his setbacks.
Even she was starting to doubt how they, a ragtag army on Asking Dao Continent, could possibly compete with the Divine Clan.
Unless she could whip up an atomic bomb in two years…
Thus, there was virtually nothing she could do to hinder the Divine Clan’s massacre of the Three Races.
Unless, of course, someone emerged who could at least stand up to the “Twenty Deities of Heaven.”
Who could that possibly be?
