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Hero? Are You Worthy?-Chapter 778 - 531 Mortals, Do Not Peep into the Divine (First - , 4000 Words)
Chapter 778: Chapter 531 Mortals, Do Not Peep into the Divine (First Chapter, 4000 Words)
At the heart of the glacier.
The energy, formed into a mist, was still slowly diffusing.
Qin Chu, Ireta, Inas, Antasia, and Florence were all meditating in silence.
Everything seemed extremely peaceful.
Utterly silent.
However, the tranquility that had lasted for several days was broken at this moment.
The burning sun overhead had disappeared without a trace, darkness enveloped the sky, and though it was noon, it felt like the dead of night. freēwēbnovel.com
Then... the sky was torn apart.
Like a piece of silk, a sharp blade had cut open a crack in the middle, appearing particularly abrupt.
The next instant, a pinkish-purple glow cast down from the fissure in the void, covering the whole world in its bizarre sheen.
Boom... boom...
That moment, the heavens and the earth seemed to shatter.
An invisible pressure descended from the void.
The glacier across ten thousand miles in the Extreme North cracked and collapsed almost simultaneously; the entire ground seemed to sink several meters out of thin air. The centuries-old, unthawed, shattered ice all turned into fine dust at this moment, covering the ground like a desert.
The entire world, the entire planet, seemed to lose its ability to rotate at that instant; time nearly came to a halt, and the void appeared like a massive, thick glass, now covered in cracks.
This was the might of a god.
Not the whispering in one’s ear, not the wandering in a dream, not an avatar, not an illusion, but the true entity itself.
In the Extreme North, where the area is terrifyingly vast, the Imperial City within the empire would be just a tiny region upon this glacier... Imagine, what would it look like if the rift in the void opened above the empire’s airspace?
Even if this god did nothing at all, the mere release of energy from its true body’s descent would be enough to bury the entire empire.
All life forms, all grand and magnificent buildings, would in an instant turn to dust.
What’s more terrifying is that it is the Lord of Pleasure who has descended upon this world.
This isn’t a god known for warfare.
The thing this god excels at the most is desire.
And yet, the mere pressure released by such a god upon its arrival in this world was enough to be so exaggerated; what would it be like if entities like the Star Devourer, the God of Blood, Darkness, and Death, were to descend upon this world?
Above the ice layer, Inas, Florence, and Antasia were the first to feel the impact.
In an instant, it was as if countless mountains were pressing down on them, and the pressure made it impossible for the three women to bear.
A stifling pain in their chests, and then, with a retching sound, mouthfuls of fresh blood sprayed out, their bodies becoming exceptionally frail, collapsing onto the ground like feeble insects, writhing in spasms.
Their cultivation was forcibly interrupted.
They didn’t even understand what was happening; they only felt their chests filled with an indescribable terror and shock.
Ireta, the strongest among them, had already reached the threshold of the Demigod Realm, and did not seem as wretched as Antasia and the others, but her condition was not much better.
Her body was as if struck by a heavy blow; her already pale complexion turned as white as paper at that moment, and streaks of blood seeped from the corners of her mouth.
The process of breaching into the Demigod Realm was also forcibly interrupted.
The invisible pressure caused Ireta’s already flat chest to nearly cave in.
It was absolute crushing dominance, an unbridgeable gap.
In front of a god, all beings are equal.
Be it the ants on the ground, wild beasts, demons, ordinary people, Great Sages, Martial Gods, Titled Knights—none saw much difference, all just beings that could be effortlessly destroyed with a single breath.
Only a true demigod has the slightest bit of capital to resist.
And that bit of capital was extremely weak, almost indistinguishable from nonexistence.
Who could imagine that while cultivating, one would suddenly suffer such a fierce impact; Ireta had seen demigods before, after all, Little Saye was a demigod.
But the terrifying pressure now far exceeded Little Saye; it was a true god.
The gods of the Sky Dome Continent had almost all perished, with only the Goddess of Destiny left able to move freely.
A near-wail escaped from Ireta’s throat; she desperately stirred her own strength and struggled to lift her head, looking towards the distance.
A figure floated in the sky, slowly descending, appeared in front of Ireta.
He/She bore no significant difference from humans but presented a weird, androgynous form.
Not at all disgusting, even conveying an endless charm emanating from this being.
Adorned in a purple-pink robe, fluttering in the tempest.
His/Her limbs long and elegant, exuding a captivating, otherworldly beauty not belonging to the mundane.
This figure was pristine, vibrant, graceful, yet concealed a weirdness.
The Lord of Pleasure!
In that instant, Ireta understood exactly which entity was before her.
Through the long millennia, Ireta had purified who knows how many souls and had caught glimpses of the Lord of Pleasure’s form in the memories of some.
At that moment, Ireta’s throat felt parched.
Evil God, this was a genuine Evil God.
A being no one on Sky Dome Continent could contend with, and uncontrollable despair surfaced in her heart.
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