pjbooks Chapter 357 Holy Lord! It's you!
Chapter 357 Holy Lord! It's you!
The joy of victory had not yet fully blossomed in my heart.
I felt like I was being watched from head to toe from behind.
This feeling was extremely strong.
It was so intense that it felt as if someone was watching him from not far behind.
But when Chen Yifan turned around...
No!
There's nothing there!
He stood on the warm corpse of the Lord of Calamity, every cell in his body emitting a dying scream.
go!
We have to go!
The thought had just arisen, but the void travel had not yet been initiated.
The whole world froze.
The billowing volcanic ash remained suspended in mid-air, while the splattered dark green blood beneath their feet transformed into eerie, suspended crystals.
Absolute silence.
Absolute confinement.
Spacetime seems to have been forcibly overwritten by a higher-level force!
Chen Yifan was horrified to find that he was pinned to the spot by an invisible force; his mind was still intact, but his body had become a prison.
He frantically tried to activate [Void Shuttle], but it was all in vain.
He attempted to activate [Theft of All Things], but that invincible power failed for the first time.
Within his mind, the Purple Gold Pagoda was buzzing frantically as a warning.
However, it was suppressed by an invisible and supreme force, and its light dimmed.
Just then.
The space in front of them rippled out like water, and a pitch-black crack silently opened.
A green-haired man walked out slowly.
He emanated no energy fluctuations and was so handsome that he seemed otherworldly.
But as soon as he appeared, Chen Yifan felt that the shock of the entire world was concentrated on him.
That face!
The leader of the Holy Church.
Holy Lord!
What is he doing here?!
Chen Yifan's heart sank completely into the abyss.
The Holy Lord did not look at him, but instead examined the enormous corpse at his feet with great interest.
A voice devoid of any emotion resounded directly in the depths of Chen Yifan's soul.
"A level 75 Abyss Lord, with a trace of 'Rotten' divinity, and you actually managed to kill it."
He finally looked up, his gaze falling on Chen Yifan, as if he were examining a piece of merchandise awaiting valuation.
"Let me see just how good the thief who stole my 'book' really is."
Before he finished speaking, his figure was still in the same spot.
A pale finger appeared ghost-like on Chen Yifan's chest.
A gentle tap.
Chen Yifan's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints!
Snap!
A crisp, piercing sound of bone cracking suddenly rang out in the absolutely silent space!
Excruciating pain!
An incomprehensible, pure force erupted from his fingertips!
Chen Yifan felt as if his sternum was no longer bone, but a piece of glass that had been smashed by a hammer! Centered on his fingertips, dense cracks instantly spread, and it collapsed inward with a crash!
He could even clearly "hear" the sounds of his internal organs being pierced by broken bones and shattered into a pulp by that terrifying force!
He tried to cough up blood, but found that he couldn't even do this most basic action.
He could only watch helplessly as his body was being completely destroyed from the inside out.
"Tsk."
The Holy Lord withdrew his finger, a look of disgust on his face, as if he had just accidentally stepped on a lump of mud.
"So weak."
He shook his head, the contempt in his words like a red-hot steel needle, piercing deep into Chen Yifan's dignity.
"What a waste of resources."
Immediately afterwards, the Holy Lord stretched out his hand and made a grasping motion towards Chen Yifan from a distance.
"Since the physical body is in the way, then let's not stay inside."
An irresistible force gripped his spirit, trying to forcibly pull it out of his broken body!
"No!!!"
Chen Yifan roared silently in his heart.
My consciousness spun, and the world before my eyes transformed into distorted blocks of color.
The next second, his "spiritual body" drifted uncontrollably in front of the Holy Lord.
The Holy Lord extended his finger and gently touched his "spiritual body".
hum!
Chen Yifan felt that all his memories and secrets were completely ignited at this moment!
"As expected, there is no mental lock... The perfect 'unlocked one'."
For the first time, a hint of unexpected ecstasy appeared in the Holy Lord's eyes.
"Truly... the most perfect work of art, born to embody 'greatness'!"
Just as the Holy Lord's "fingertips" were about to touch the deepest part of Chen Yifan's memory, that majestic purple-gold pagoda.
hum! ! !
The Purple Gold Pagoda, which had been suppressed for so long, finally erupted with a trace of unyielding resistance!
It could not shake the spacetime constraints of the outside world, but within Chen Yifan's mental space, it unleashed ten thousand rays of purple-gold divine light, forming a solid fortress that firmly blocked the Holy Lord's probing will from the outside!
"Oh?"
For the first time, the Holy Lord showed a look of surprise.
He watched the stubborn purple light with great interest.
"A 'foundational treasure' deeply integrated with the essence of the spirit? Interesting, very interesting!"
"Kill you? No."
The Holy Lord laughed, a laugh filled with the artist's fanaticism and madness.
"Killing you would be like destroying a priceless treasure; it would be such a waste."
"I want... to have you."
He slowly pressed one of his hands towards Chen Yifan's spiritual body, and his palm began to become transparent, as if he wanted to merge with Chen Yifan's soul.
"Give up the fight, Chen Yifan. I will shatter your bones, reshape your flesh and blood, and then put your perfect spiritual body back into that brand new 'divine body'."
"You will become the most perfect creation in my hands."
"Then, together with me, become the new gods!"
Despair surged like a tide, threatening to completely overwhelm Chen Yifan's consciousness.
He and the person in front of him were not even in the same league!
There was absolutely no room for resistance.
But just as success was about to be achieved, the Holy Lord suddenly stopped.
He glanced at the stubbornly guarded purple-gold pagoda, then at the broken body below, a playful smile appearing on his face.
"No rush... A perfect work of art requires patient polishing."
"It seems you haven't truly understood your own shortcomings."
As soon as he finished speaking, he forcefully shoved Chen Yifan's spirit back into his physical body!
hum!
The excruciating pain of reconnecting his spirit with his broken body nearly caused Chen Yifan's consciousness to collapse on the spot!
Before he could even recover from his shock...
The figure of the Holy Lord had already appeared beside his immobilized body.
He lifted his foot and, so casually and nonchalantly, stomped it down.
Click!Click!
Chen Yifan's left arm and right leg snapped instantly! The bones twisted at an exaggerated angle, and the white bone fragments pierced the skin!
His consciousness gradually faded.
The Holy Lord lowered his head, his voice carrying a hint of cold laughter, which resonated throughout Chen Yifan's soul.
"Remember this feeling of powerlessness."
After speaking, he slowly raised his hand, and a barely perceptible wisp of green light condensed from his fingertip, transforming into a green crystal needle thinner than a strand of hair.
He flicked his fingers in the air, pointing towards Chen Yifan's brow.
The crystal needle instantly pierced into the depths of Chen Yifan's soul, taking root beside his Purple Gold Pagoda.
"This is the 'mark' I'm leaving for you."
"Go, go and make up for your ridiculous flaw."
"When will you be able to use your fists, instead of those ethereal spiritual powers, to catch a single finger from me...?"
"I will come back to collect my work."
The words fell.
The Holy Lord's figure, along with the pitch-black crack, vanished without a trace.
pat.
The world has resumed its flow.
The solidified volcanic ash began to dissipate again, and the stagnant blood began to flow once more.
Chen Yifan, on the other hand, was like a lump of rotten flesh with all its bones removed, falling straight down from the corpse of the Lord of Calamity and crashing heavily onto the scorching volcanic rock.
Chen Yifan was barely hanging on.
Excruciating pain, emanating from his chest, limbs, and the depths of his soul, overwhelmed him completely like a tidal wave.
But he didn't let out a single scream.
He just stared intently in the direction where the Holy Lord had disappeared.
In those eyes, all the anger, resentment, and madness ultimately settled into two words.
shame.