World Version Updates-Chapter 534 - 327: Establishing Authority (Part 2)

"I believe everyone here is well aware of how terrifying the powers of the Intelligent God are; how could the Heaven-covering Talisman that restrains its investigations be something that I, Blood River, created alone?"

His gaze swept over the surroundings, and he spoke sincerely, "Indeed, this Heaven-covering Talisman originates from City No. 14. As for its true source, I must beg your forgiveness for not speaking openly. However, that mysterious person has indeed given everyone an opportunity to obtain this talisman."

"Three days from now, City No. 14 will officially launch a counterattack against the Universal Giant Corporation.

At that time, any Title-level Daoist friend can come to me, Blood River, to receive a Heaven-covering Talisman free of charge."

With these words, the tense atmosphere around them slightly eased, and many Title-level Reincarnators revealed thoughtful expressions in their eyes.

Blood River Demon Venerable paused and continued, "However, there are prerequisites for obtaining the Heaven-covering Talisman. After acquiring the first one, everyone must use this talisman to independently destroy three Soul Towers constructed by the Universal Giant Corporation.

Only upon completing this task will you qualify to obtain the next Heaven-covering Talisman from me."

After listening to Blood River Demon Venerable's explanation, many Title-level Reincarnators nodded secretly, becoming somewhat agreeable to this plan.

After entering this world, they had also gathered various pieces of information through different channels about the Cyberpunk version, including the critical information about the Soul Towers.

Legend has it that the Intelligent God is attempting to construct a virtual world made entirely of soul data, with the Soul Towers scattered globally serving as the core nodes providing massive soul computation power for this grand project, making their importance self-evident.

Generally speaking, the number of Soul Towers in a city is directly linked to its population size, with only the top fifty super metropolises possessing more than three Soul Towers.

These super metropolises often span thousands of kilometers, with countless automated weapon systems deployed within, as well as elite guardian forces composed of the Universal Giant Corporation's top Spiritual Ability Users.

For ordinary Reincarnators, this defensive system is undoubtedly an impregnable fortress.

However, for Title-level experts, a mere few thousand kilometers is but a path they can traverse in a few breaths.

The so-called advanced weapons and Spiritual Ability User defenses in the city are nothing but a façade, easily shattered by their powers capable of destroying heaven and earth.

As long as they can successfully avoid the ever-present Eye of God, destroying a few Soul Towers is merely a matter of lifting a finger for them.

For a moment, the animosity permeating the temporal rift dissipated significantly, but some Title-level Reincarnators still showed obvious dissatisfaction.

A young man wearing a plain gray wizard robe, with a gloomy face and eyes as cold as a snake, slowly emerged from the shadows.

His voice was hoarse and low, carrying a trace of bone-chilling coldness: "Can we only obtain one Heaven-covering Talisman at a time? And furthermore, we must complete that damnable task before we can get the next? Blood River, are you joking with us?"

The young man in the wizard's robe was the Witch Master, known in the Reincarnation Space for his soul spells and curse witchcraft.

He looked around, a disdainful smirk curling his lips: "It's one thing for the Main God to force us, but does a mere indigenous force have the right to give us orders?"

Having said this, a trace of mad greed flashed in the Witch Master's eyes, and his voice suddenly rose: "Everyone, since we already know the method to deal with the Intelligent God, why must we be subjected to others?

In my opinion, we might as well directly capture those indigenous people and force them to mass-produce Heaven-covering Talismans.

Once we have a sufficient number of Heaven-covering Talismans, not to mention mere Soul Towers, even completely destroying that damned Celestial Dome wouldn't be difficult."

Seeing the Witch Master openly inciting other Reincarnators, attempting to disrupt Lu Yan's plan, Blood River Demon Venerable was furious, his blood-based demonic energy surging instantly: "Witch Master, how dare you act so outrageously!"

The Witch Master, however, was completely indifferent, instead letting out a harsh, piercing laugh: "Old devil Blood River, you must have been a dog for those indigenous people for too long, thinking of yourself as their pitiful lapdog.

Actually, without you telling me, I could also guess that so-called Heaven-covering Talisman must be something concocted by that damned Chairman Lu. As long as we capture him, all problems will naturally be solved."

His gaze was cold and menacing as it swept over Blood River Demon Venerable, and his tone was filled with naked threats:

"In view of the information you provided, once things are settled, I can share a portion of the benefits with you.

But if you stubbornly insist on blocking us, then don't blame us for being ruthless, dealing with you, the nuisance, first, before finding trouble with Chairman Lu."

Before his voice even faded, three figures emitting equally strong and evil auras emerged silently behind the Witch Master, standing shoulder to shoulder with him, evidently already colluding with him.

As for the other Title-level Reincarnators, they tacitly chose to stand by, revealing amused expressions on their faces.

The Witch Master's suggestion undoubtedly aligned more with the lawless style of these Reincarnators, and if the Witch Master failed, they would suffer no loss.

But if the Witch Master did succeed, they would gain more Heaven-covering Talismans at a smaller cost, so why not?

Blood River Demon Venerable was so angry that he was nearly smoking from his seven orifices, his chest heaving violently.

Although he knew that the odds of winning against four opponents were slim, he also understood Lu Yan's dreadfulness; if he allowed the Witch Master and his ilk to disrupt Lu Yan's plan, his own fate would be miserable beyond description.

Having thought thus, he steeled his heart, with demonic energy erupting and blood light blazing, he unhesitatingly blocked the Witch Master and his cohort, ready to fight to the death.

Just as he was about to sternly rebuke, when a great battle was about to erupt, an unexpected change occurred!

In an instant, the entire twisted temporal rift seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, throttling its throat, plunging everything into a strange stasis.

The radiant colors, chaotic time, and violent energies all froze at this moment, as if a pause button had been pressed on the scene.

Subsequently, an immense and boundless terrifying pressure descended from the void, like an ancient god awakening from slumber.

Under this pressure, whether it was Blood River Demon Venerable's raging demonic aura or the evil spiritual light emanating from the Witch Master and his companions, all flickered unsteadily like candles in the wind, seemingly about to be extinguished at any moment.

At the deepest point of the twisted temporal rift, a resplendent portal that defied description slowly opened.

Beyond the portal seemed to connect to a dark and imposing Divine Kingdom, where majestic Divine Halls stood above the heavens, and the orderly chains of the Divine Court sealed the entire temporal rift thoroughly.

Next, at the pinnacle of the Pantheon, where Yin and Yang Qi circulated endlessly, a simple ancient writing brush with a jet-black handle and a snow-white tip silently landed in a hand.

This was a Yama from below the Divine Hall, among the pantheon of gods.

He remained calm, with aloof eyes, as if these Title-level powerhouses, capable of shaking the entire Reincarnation Space, were no different from ants on the roadside in his eyes.

With that profound, mysterious black and white brush in his hand, he casually flicked in the direction of the Witch Master and his three companions behind him.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no energy eruptions of destruction.

Like a deity of life and death inscribing in the Book of Life and Death, at the moment the brush touched the page, everything was predestined.

In a split second, a devastating apocalypse-level might, capable of crushing stars and obliterating everything, spread like an invisible tide, silently enveloping the Witch Master, alongside his three Title-level Reincarnators and everything within a hundred feet around them, both material and energy.

Faced with that pure, unblemished World Destruction Power, the Witch Master and his ilk couldn't muster even a semblance of resistance; the vicious grin on their faces, the craze and greed in their eyes, all froze instantly.

Subsequently, their bodies, their souls, all the laws and powers they possessed, melted away like snow under a scorching sun, ultimately turning into the original void, leaving not a single trace of existence.

The entire process was unimaginably swift, and eerily calm.

The next instant, the suffocating stall covering everything receded like the tide, and the temporal rift resumed its normal flow.

Those Title-level Reincarnators who had been observing with detachment, the amusement and indifference on their faces vanished without a trace, replaced by fear deep in their bones and a deathly silence.