Chapter 749
The Red Heart Society and Hell have the most amicable relationship.
This pain cannot be described by any material trauma; it is a conceptual rupture, the agonizing pain of a part of the self being forcibly torn away, the crisp, mournful cry of a broken chain of authority.
It was as if an invisible and cruel hand had grasped the eight threads that originated from Him.
Then, with a ritualistic force that was utterly resolute, even somewhat blasphemous, it was violently torn off and stripped from His essence.
The eternally flowing thoughts of the spirit realm's will froze instantly, replaced by a shock and rage powerful enough to freeze time and space.
His senses swept over him with unprecedented speed, instantly revealing the horrific losses.
Eight portions!
[Eight parts, though not the core or main branches, are equally rooted in the origin of the spirit world, representing important authorities in different aspects of the spirit world's domains and laws, and have been completely separated.]
What terrified and enraged Him even more was that He could clearly sense it.
In a remote and unfamiliar region, shielded and protected by layers of powerful forces, the eight recently stripped wisps of authority, still imbued with His primordial essence and warmth, are being cast into a frantically operating sacrificial ritual.
The ritual greedily devoured the power of authority, using it as a bridge to connect with the supreme source of rules in the unseen realm!
[The deepest part of the Star Abyss!]
[The Red Heart Society's lair!!!]
[With almost no deduction required, relying on the subtle resonance and causal pull generated when authority was sacrificed—a resonance that could not be completely concealed—the will of the spirit world instantly pinpointed the location of the culprit.]
That place was the mysterious and well-established headquarters of the Red Heart Society, which they had cultivated for many years.
The raging flames instantly devoured all the previous relief and leisure of the spirit realm's will.
His will violently trembled in the core region, causing the sky to change drastically across countless planes of the spirit realm simultaneously, disrupting the laws of nature, creating cataclysmic upheavals, and causing all spirits to prostrate themselves, as if the end of the world had arrived prematurely.
A boundless hatred, a feeling of being mocked and wantonly humiliated, swept over every thought of His.
【The Red Heart Society!】
It's the Red Heart Society!
I've already made such concessions and tolerated so much!
Faced with your probing and harassment, I didn't even resort to the harshest punishments I had in the past.
I tolerated your underhanded tactics; I even felt that compared to that unfortunate fellow in the Abyss, my situation was relatively good.
I've given you all a tremendous amount of face!
【But you greedy, shameless, and utterly unscrupulous thieves!】
【douchebag!】
You actually dared to sacrifice my authority!!
The furious roar echoed silently throughout the spirit realm's origins, each syllable transforming into a terrifying storm of laws, turning the core area upside down.
He instantly understood the source of those eight powers: the eight goddesses of the spirit world who had been abducted years ago by that damned War God Wang Meng, who later relinquished his position as a god of war. [It turned out that what seemed like an absurd abduction was not a simple conflict or plunder, but a prelude to a meticulously planned and far-reaching scheme.]
The appetite of the Red Heart Society is far greater than He imagined; their goal has never been anything peripheral, but rather to target the very foundation of Him as the will of the Great World: authority itself.
However, no matter how fierce the wrath of the spirit realm's will burned, no matter how it permeated every corner of its thoughts, and no matter how it caused terrifying upheavals in the celestial phenomena of the spirit realm...
[For the sacrificial ritual taking place in the deepest part of the Star Abyss, protected by the strongest power of the Crimson Heart Society, all of this is destined to be futile and will not have any substantial impact.]
His rage, His roar, His storm of laws could not penetrate the multiple layers of supreme protection meticulously laid out by the Red Heart Society.
He could only be like a giant robbed of his treasures and trapped in a cage, futilely feeling a part of his own body being set ablaze, sacrificed, and turned into fuel to propel an enemy to a higher realm.
This sense of powerlessness and humiliation tormented His will more than the pain of having His authority severed.
[He could only watch helplessly as the connection finally snapped, and as the sacrificial ritual was completed, a faint ripple emanated from the endless distance.]
This ripple, like a resounding slap, struck the invisible face of the spirit realm's will.
Almost at the same moment that the rage of the spirit realm's will spread uncontrollably, disrupting the balance of laws at the level of the surrounding great worlds, in Hell...
Deep within its cold, cruel core, burning with an inextinguishable flame of sin, the will of hell slowly opened its eyes, formed from countless sufferings and punishments.
He clearly sensed the intense, undisguised surge of will emanating from the direction of the spirit world, filled with pain, anger, and humiliation.
In an instant, an indescribable feeling of relief swept over the mind of the Hellish Will, which had previously been filled only with eternal cruelty and calculation.
He knew that something major had happened in the spirit world, and that the authority had undoubtedly suffered a direct and severe blow from the Red Heart Society; otherwise, that person, who always liked to maintain a mysterious smile, wouldn't have lost his composure like this.
[Comparing himself to the situation, a chilling sense of relief welled up within the will of hell.]
It seems the Red Heart Society still has the highest level of favorability towards me.
This ironic standard, based on interests and deterrence, at this moment brought a sense of reassurance to the will of hell.
He couldn't help but recall the various conveniences and protections he had bestowed upon that Red Heart Society branch, established in a special dimension on the edge of hell, over the years.
[Its existence was tacitly allowed, and to some extent, it was shielded from the hostility of certain radical lords within Hell.]
Within the bounds of the rules, certain resource collection and personnel activities are sometimes overlooked.
[Even at several subtle and crucial moments, they conveyed messages that, while seemingly insignificant, were sufficient to express their stance.]
These investments, in retrospect, seem worthwhile.
At least, the Red Heart Society's terrifying gaze and greedy scythe were first swung towards the spirit realm, not its hellish underworld.
This undoubtedly validates the correctness of its previous strategy. Faced with this group of madmen who defy common sense and possess bizarre backgrounds, a policy of appeasement and caution is far wiser than a head-on confrontation.
The rage and agony of the spirit realm's will today serve as the perfect testament to the correctness of its hellish decisions.
This relieved even its core, filled with the aura of sulfur and destruction, and it will continue to maintain and even strengthen that cautious and subtle cooperative relationship, considering it one of its primary strategies for the foreseeable future. (End of Chapter)