Light Fortress
Chapter 258 - 234: Descent of the Gods

Chapter 258: Chapter 234: Descent of the Gods

Over Lion Alley, countless pitch-black mirrors interlaced, constructing a perfect and independent "world"!

Qin Ye’s [Xumi] was no longer expanding but concentrating and condensing, locking himself together with Song Ci amidst numerous layers of mirrors. Each layer appeared close but was actually an immense distance apart—

"...Lord Divine has responded."

On the other side, the Iron Throne emerged anew, with Tie Wu sitting atop, maneuvering the torrents of steel. He burned the slightest bit of Divine Power to repel Song Ci’s relentless assaults time and again.

Grasping the token firmly, Tie Wu spoke with a grave expression, "Lord Divine... is preparing for ’Divine Descent’."

"Divine Descent?"

Qin Ye, ever unchanging in countenance, seemed somewhat surprised.

He had not expected that the Lord of the Wine God would personally come to Da Du for a look.

The [Angel Envoy] bore the will of the Divine Throne, wandering the Five Continents, essentially acting as the spokesperson of God... The token was a channel for the diffusion of the Divine Throne’s will.

However, "Divine Descent" was a far more tangible descent of will.

The boundless spiritual power of the Divine Throne, through the "spark" and the "token," established a connection with the human body. If the [Angel Envoy] willingly offered up their own flesh as the bridge for the descent of the God’s will, then they could transcend spatial distances and arrive here in person.

Of course.

The Divine Descent consumed a vast amount of Extraordinary Essence and bodily energy every second.

A single Divine Descent could potentially drain the [Angel Envoy] serving as the vessel, or even cause their death.

But no fear showed on Tie Wu’s face; instead, a smile appeared. Being chosen by the Divine Throne and to serve as the vessel for Divine Descent was an extraordinarily honorable thing.

The phrase just now was merely a greeting to Qin Ye.

"...I am ready."

Tie Wu, seated on the Iron Throne, took a deep breath.

He was prepared to be fully consumed.

As long as the will of the Divine Throne arrived.

He believed that any enemy, whatever their nature, would be eradicated in an instant, leaving no room for mishaps. Da Du, Changye, the entire East Continent... would all kneel before the Lord of the Wine God!

...

...

"Something’s not right."

Zhou Jiren stared at the battle in the sky, his brows suddenly furrowed.

It wasn’t only Zhou Jiren who felt that something was amiss.

"There’s a very strange aura..."

Gu Zhi raised his head, and the ice fragments that clung to him all began to fall off.

Originally surrounded by frost and snow, the snowflakes were now slipping out of his control...

Zhou Jiren’s expression turned grim as he lifted his hand, the sacred wood shot up from the ground instantly, breaking through the roof ridge and creating a passage to the ground. He attempted to transform the sacred wood into an impervious thick shield, enveloping everyone as they descended.

But what was terrifying was... the sacred wood’s sensing ability malfunctioned at that moment.

The wildly growing vines broke through the roof ridge and twisted into a shield wall, but they did not continue to enclose.

"My abilities... are being restricted."

Zhou Jiren muttered, "Is this... Divine Descent?"

Within the domain encased by countless pitch-black mirrors in the sky, a dap of purple radiance burst forth, like a blazing star shattering, beams of luminescence cascading outwards in a circular pattern, seemingly ready to cover dozens of miles. Yet, this stream of purple light very precisely halted a kilometer away, only enveloping half of the [Xumi] territory.

Song Ci, who was burning the token and attacking with all his might, caught sight of that exploding radiance right away.

He showed not the slightest intention of stopping.

After being infused with Divine Power, he felt as though his body had turned into a blazing sun furnace, endlessly burning every moment. A primal instinct, overwhelmed by Divine Power, told him... without the token, it would take only an instant for his Extraordinary Essence to be drained by this burning.

Fortunately, that token provided him with an inexhaustible source of energy.

Thus, he seemed to have truly become an omnipotent "God," capable of accomplishing anything he desired.

His spirit had never been so full.

His fighting spirit had never been so aroused!

But... after all, he was only an Angel Envoy, and the token was merely a loan of Divine Power.

His punch, surpassing the speed of sound and exploding in a burst of purple brilliance, seemed to sink into a quagmire, not because he wanted to shrink back or withdraw his fist, but because a formidable force had descended, as if even space itself had been brought to a standstill.

For the strand of Divine Power on the token was still burning.

Therefore, Song Ci could still "slowly" advance.

At the core of his body, that sun furnace burned with countless light and heat, propelling him to deliver a punch to the Iron Throne with all his might...

In the act of swinging his fist, Song Ci felt as though he was experiencing an illusion.

Tie Wu’s face on the Iron Throne, shrouded in purple glow, had become too blurred to distinguish.

Song Ci saw a pure and holy youth.

Light purple wavy hair, a serene smile on his face, wearing a moon-white robe, his features as perfect as a sculpture crafted by a Divine Craftsman.

The explosive force of the punch, shattering and re-shattering in the air.

Shattering along with the pitch-black Xumi mirror surface.

The gaze of the Lord of Wine God stripped all Extraordinary Power from view, leaving nothing in the world but air and wind free to circulate, including Gu Nanfeng’s Lan Qie.

This was a pristine Immaculate Pure Land.

Angel Envoy Qin Ye stood respectfully at the side of the Iron Throne, whispering, "Lord Divine... You have come."

The physique of the moon-white robed youth appeared jarringly over Tie Wu, an overlay state, as copious amounts of Extraordinary Essence were extracted, separated, and then condensed from within his flesh and bones.

This was an inevitable outcome brought about by "Divine Presence."

A higher life form, casting its will down, is likely to assimilate the physical structure of the body... In reality, this was not a good thing for the Angel Envoy, as this transformation would only cause harm, and once Divine Presence ended and Angel Envoy’s consciousness returned, these alterations would be irreversible.

In a sense, it could be considered a failed evolution.

Had it not been a last resort, the Lord of Wine God would not have wished to employ "Divine Presence." Finding a suitable Angel Envoy was not an easy task, and he did not want Tie Wu’s body to collapse first. Thus, as soon as his will descended, the Lord of Wine God dispersed his own spiritual power.

Just like... when he met with the Prophet at the Source Tower before.

The areas shrouded by the purple glow were all pulled into the Spiritual World.

The flow of time in the real world was greatly slowed down.

This was a spiritual-level encounter.

In the overcast dome above, within the cloud layer of the accumulating rain, a droplet of water began to fall.

This droplet slowly drifted towards the ground—

The Lord of Wine God extended his hand towards Song Ci.

His palm pierced through the void.

It also pierced through the flesh of Song Ci.

Five fingers embedded directly into the center of Song Ci’s forehead, reaching for the burning token emblem.