Chapter 577
The Only Apostle Symbolizing Slaughter
The palace, hundreds of meters high, is like a colossal skyscraper piercing through the sea of clouds.
Its entire body shimmered with a pale golden light, standing quietly between heaven and earth, like the dwelling place of gods.
On the highest throne of this golden palace, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at his world.
This inner world, constructed by his will, should have been peaceful and serene, but now it appears turbulent and unsettling.
The sky was darkening at a visible speed.
Large swaths of dark clouds, resembling filthy blood, surged in from who-knows-where.
They surged and converged like a tide.
Layer upon layer, it exudes an oily sheen, so thick it seems to drip from the sky.
Soon, dark clouds obscured the bright sun that had been hanging high in the sky.
The light faded, and darkness descended.
Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds began to twist and deform violently.
It was as if an invisible giant hand was kneading this black curtain, gradually outlining a huge face large enough to cover the entire sky.
That face was none other than the demon mask magnified countless times.
Two enormous horns, twisted together from dark clouds, menacingly pierced through the cloud layer.
A pair of eyes made of scarlet lightning opened and closed in the darkness.
Each blink brought with it a dull, thunderous roar, echoing across the sky.
And that gaping maw, stretching to the heavens, was slowly opening.
call----
A gale, carrying a strong smell of sulfur, burst forth from the giant mouth and swept across the entire island.
Immediately afterwards, the sky seemed to be ripped open, and rain as red as blood poured down.
slam-la-
The gale-force winds, whipping up torrential rain, transformed into countless blood-red whips that lashed fiercely across the land.
Every drop of rain is highly corrosive, and it hisses as it hits the lush green grass.
The once vibrant green grass quickly withered and turned black, turning into foul-smelling mud.
The river was dyed crimson, foam rose from the surface, and puffs of pungent white smoke billowed out.
The mountains were riddled with holes by acid rain, and pieces of rock were peeling away.
The wind was howling, the rain was roaring, and the thunder was booming.
In just a few breaths, this vibrant inner world was transformed into a barren, blood-red hell.
The world was plunged into complete darkness, all things fell silent, and only the raging wind and blood rain raged wildly in the darkness.
At that moment, it felt like the end of the world had arrived.
The giant face slowly turned in the darkness, its scarlet, electric eyes finally locking onto the tiny figure in the golden palace below.
He seems to want to use this method to corrupt and assimilate this spiritual world with evil power, and completely usurp control.
Fang Cheng remained seated on the throne, his figure unmoved.
He raised his head, gazing up at the arrogant giant face in the sky, his eyes completely unmoved.
Then he slowly raised his right hand, making a fist in the air with his five fingers.
In an instant, the sun, which was high overhead and obscured by dark clouds, suddenly burst forth with boundless golden light.
The light instantly tore through the darkness, transforming into billions of arrows burning with golden flames, piercing through the dark clouds that filled the sky.
The dark curtain that had enveloped the sky was instantly riddled with holes, and rays of bright light once again fell upon the earth.
"Roar--"
Upon seeing this, the giant face let out a roar that shook the heavens and the earth.
From the surging, dark clouds, countless demonic figures clad in black armor and wielding bone blades suddenly emerged.
They formed a mighty demon army, bravely facing the golden rain of arrows.
At the same time, the magnificent golden palace on the ground also radiated boundless light.
Fang Cheng's expression was indifferent, but his pupils seemed to be burning with fierce flames.
Amidst the light, countless divine soldiers and celestial generals clad in golden armor and wielding spears and holy swords rose from the ground and soared into the sky.
They clashed violently with the endless demon army.
In an instant, the entire inner world became a battlefield between gods and demons.
Golden flames and black demonic energy intertwined, constantly colliding and annihilating each other.
Shouts of battle, roars, and the clash of weapons echoed through the sky.
Countless divine weapons and demonic shadows shattered upon impact, their debris falling from the sky like a meteor shower, trailing long fiery tails.
This is no longer a simple clash of forces, but an ultimate struggle between two completely different wills for control of this spiritual world.
The flames raged fiercely, turning almost half of the sky a bright, reddish-brown.
Just as the battle reached a stalemate.
The enormous face in the sky opened its mouth once more.
This time, it did not spew out a sulfurous gale.
It is an extremely ancient and obscure language, full of decadence and chaos.
"Humble...human beings..."
"Kneel down... submit to... the great... Lord of Slaughter..."
"Your flesh and blood...your soul...will all become...a part of me..."
"From this day forward, you will be the sole apostle symbolizing slaughter..."
Each syllable seemed to carry a soul-corroding power, flooding into Fang Cheng's mind.
They tried to corrupt his will, rob him of his rationality, and ultimately alienate him into a monster who only knew how to kill.
If it were anyone with a slightly weaker will, just hearing this demonic sound would immediately cause them to lose their composure and become a mindless, enslaved zombie.
But Fang Cheng was an exception.
His epic omniscient language talent not only allowed him to understand this arrogant declaration.
This also directly increased his resistance to all negative language-related abilities by 400%.
The seductive, soul-corrupting music sounded to his ears like the chirping of cicadas on a summer night.
Aside from being a bit noisy, it had no other impact whatsoever.
"What are you in my world, daring to call yourself the Lord of Slaughter?"
Fang Cheng finally stood up and, with the same formidable willpower, coldly retorted.
He couldn't be bothered to care whether the other person could understand him or not.
Before he finished speaking, he immediately opened his arms.
It's as if embracing the whole world and conducting a grand symphony.
The entire inner world, including mountains and rivers, immediately responded and trembled.
Above the palace dome, the vast starry sky representing the heart of the sun suddenly lit up at that moment.
Thousands of starlight intertwined to form a dazzling stream of light, surging outwards in all directions from him as the center.
Meanwhile, in the real world...
Eastern Capital, Southern China, and even the rest of the world.
All believers who have established a spiritual connection with Fang Cheng, whether it's Ah Le who is training hard, Lin Chuqiao who is handling documents, or the members of the True Thought Society who are far away on Yong'an Island...
At that moment, they all felt something and, without prior arrangement, raised their heads and looked in a certain direction.
Streams of spiritual intent, some faint and some powerful, transcended the barriers of space, converging and intertwining to form golden rays of light.
boom--
In the inner world, the sun, which had been briefly suppressed, suddenly shone more than tenfold.
The even hotter and more domineering true fire of the sun suddenly swept out like a tsunami.
As the sole creator of this world, Fang Cheng finally used his true authority.
He was determined to completely suppress this uninvited intruder on his own territory! The spiritual fluctuations of all believers came from the distant other side and converged around Fang Cheng.
Ultimately, it forms a resonant sound, transforming into a solemn hymn that echoes continuously across the sky.
Like layers of giant waves, the golden light spread to every corner of the inner world.
Under such overwhelming divine might, the piercing demonic sound was instantly shattered and purified.
The dark clouds filled the sky like ice and snow thrown into a furnace, constantly melting and evaporating.
The demonic shadow let out a shrill scream, and its form rapidly disintegrated.
The blood-red rain was vaporized in mid-air, evaporating back into pure water vapor that spread outwards.
The entire island is undergoing tremendous changes.
The earth trembled violently, and the previously eroded land was revitalized, with countless tender shoots breaking through the soil and the vegetation becoming increasingly lush.
The mountain range rose abruptly from the ground, even more majestic and towering than before.
The river widened into a mighty river, rushing and roaring with immense power.
Those dark and negative spiritual energies were rapidly decomposed under the refining power of the sun's true fire, transforming into the purest nutrients that merged into this world.
As the last wisp of dark cloud was completely purified, the enormous demonic face let out a roar of unwilling anger.
Realizing defeat was inevitable, he attempted to transform into a wisp of black smoke and escape from this world.
"Want to go?"
A cold smile flashed in Fang Cheng's eyes.
With a slight thought, the barriers surrounding the inner world instantly emitted a colorful halo.
Like an impregnable cage, it trapped the wisp of black smoke within.
The will to invade seemed to realize it had fallen into a trap, and acted with unusually decisiveness.
It actually chose to sever the main body directly, actively abandoning the trapped consciousness.
Fang Cheng's gaze was sharp and penetrating, piercing through the barriers of the world and looking into the boundless dark world.
One could vaguely sense a violent and furious roar coming from some unknown abyss.
It sounds like he's making threats.
Unfortunately, this was just impotent rage.
Unless, He can personally descend into this world...
As Fang Cheng was thinking, a faint light suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a panel quietly emerged.
[Your will has overcome the divided spirit of the Lord of Slaughter from another dimension, and your related skill experience has greatly increased.]
[Qigong Experience +30]
[Qigong lv3 (39/1000)]
[Visualization Experience +100]
[Visualization lv3 (217/1000)]
Upon seeing the notification message, Fang Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile.
Unexpectedly, there was a pleasant surprise; I actually gained so much skill experience.
He sat back on his throne, taking in the newfound world.
The island's area has increased by at least one-third.
Mountains and rivers, palaces and plants all became more real and vivid.
Even the sun in the sky shone with an even more intense and bright light than before.
After this battle, his inner world was not contaminated by negative consciousness.
Instead, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise, absorbing the other party's spiritual energy, gaining ample nourishment, and becoming more stable and expansive.
Just then, a mask fell rapidly from the sky, passing through the clouds and drifting straight down towards the palace.
Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he raised his hand and made a gesture.
The mask flew through the palace dome like a phantom, directly to him, and landed steadily in his hand.
He stared intently and observed carefully.
The mask's design remains ferocious and terrifying, but the facial features are more expressive and lifelike than before.
Especially the two originally inconspicuous short horns on his forehead, which have now grown a bit longer and curved slightly upwards, revealing a demonic appearance.
The moment Fang Cheng grasped the mask, a message was transmitted directly into his mind.
【Name: The Slaughter Feast】
[Category: Growth-type Oddity]
[Ability: By having its host kill prey, the mask absorbs the life energy of the target. 50% of the energy is used to strengthen the host, and 50% is used to nourish the mask itself.]
"Ha, incorrigible."
After reading the message, Fang Cheng smiled coldly and instantly understood the other party's scheme.
This so-called "rare object" appears to have an extraordinary origin and is quite valuable.
But it was clearly a bait left behind by that guy who called himself the "Lord of Slaughter".
It tempts itself to gain the power to grow rapidly through constant killing.
While doing so would indeed make him stronger, the wisp of spirit residing within the mask would also grow stronger.
Although the Lord of Slaughter had decisively severed this part of his consciousness and chosen to disconnect.
But Fang Cheng was certain that as long as the time was right, the other party was fully capable of returning and making a comeback.
At that time, a stronger version of myself will face an even stronger enemy.
However, Fang Cheng was not afraid.
Even if your distraction allows you to profit and grow stronger, so what?
The speed at which I become stronger will be dozens or hundreds of times faster than yours, beyond your imagination.
Fang Cheng released his hand, a thought flickering in his mind.
Let the scarlet mask float up again, pass through the palace windows, and fly into the sky.
The blazing sun disappeared from the sky, and the deep night slowly unfolded.
Then, amidst the floating clouds, a blood moon radiating an eerie red light appeared out of thin air.
It is like a cold, scarlet pupil, hanging high in the night sky, indifferently watching the world below.
That was the manifestation of the divided spirit left behind by the Lord of Slaughter.
Moonlight bathed the earth, enveloping the entire island in an eerie atmosphere.
The mountains were covered with a pale red halo, the rivers shimmered with tiny red light, and the vegetation was also tinged with a dark red luster.
The once vibrant interior world has been transformed with a different filter and a different style.
Fang Cheng looked at the blood moon on the horizon and murmured to himself:
"With such a great experience pack, I was worried you wouldn't come."
In high spirits, he sat on the throne with great interest and began to study the uses of this new toy.
With a thought, the blood moon vanished, and the blazing sun once again hung high in the sky.
With another movement, daylight instantly transformed into a sky full of stars.
This world that belonged to him changed at will under his own will.
Just as he was engrossed in it and having a great time.
Suddenly, a familiar call came to my mind, carrying obvious anxiety.
Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and the smile on his lips vanished.
He then stood up from the throne and chose to leave the inner world.
The surrounding mountains, palaces, and starry sky receded rapidly like a tide, and darkness enveloped him once more.
In the bedroom, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a golden light flashing in them.
Buzz—Buzz—
His phone kept vibrating on the bedside table.
The screen lit up with fluorescent light, and the three characters "Lin Chuqiao" were flashing continuously. (End of this chapter)