Light Fortress
Chapter 259 - 235 Walking with God

Chapter 259: Chapter 235 Walking with God

Song Ci’s pupils contracted.

The moment the youth looked towards him, he felt his blood run cold; the boiling, burning solar furnace was merely glanced at, and it began to extinguish gradually...

Chains appeared out of nowhere, binding him tightly. He could neither dodge nor move, like fish on the chopping board, completely at the mercy of the young man on the Iron Throne.

In this Spiritual World.

The God of Wine’s Throne was the unrivaled ruler.

The young man in a moon-white robe looked utterly calm, his fingers slowly closing until he had the token in the palm of his hand, then he pulled his hand out from Song Ci’s brow.

After the token was removed.

Song Ci lost consciousness.

Indeed, from the moment that purple radiance erupted, all the Transcendents within the Divine Domain, who were not bolstered by Divine Power, found their thinking seized up in stagnation.

Even Zhou Jiren, Gu Zhi, and Gu Nanfeng, these Titled powerhouses, were no exception.

Under the Divine Throne, all beings are like ants.

They were merely slightly larger ants.

Only because their spiritual power was far stronger than other Transcendents, their descent into stagnation was much slower.

Gu Zhi had no time to even lift his head, his stagnated gaze filled with confusion.

Gu Nanfeng wore a serious expression, his gaze firmly fixed on the Iron Throne.

Zhou Jiren was the same, but reflected in his pupil was the final primal brilliance of the god’s arrival... He was the last among these three Titled ones to have his thoughts frozen in the Spiritual World.

After the god’s arrival, Qin Ye ended the burning of his own token, hence his spiritual power was also frozen, without exception.

...

...

The whole world fell into absolute silence.

The God of Wine’s Throne examined the token before him with gravity. That face composed of Extraordinary Essence rippled constantly, and at this moment, a trace of worry appeared that was disproportionate to his age.

Many years ago, because of "Multiple Vision," he had paid a terrible price.

Now.

Gu Changzhi’s token lay quietly in his own hand.

Only one step away from the truth.

He wanted to know if the man in Qingzhong was still alive. He only needed to dismantle the token and personally sense whether Divine Power of Gu Changzhi still existed within the token...

With the birth of the Transcendent, many phenomena in this world could no longer be distinguished by the naked eye alone as real or fake.

He did not trust the eyes of the Angel Envoy, so he decided to come personally.

But, should he really dismantle it?

In his hesitation.

The always silent token suddenly exploded at that moment!

The thread of Divine Power contained within it surged out in an instant, more dazzling than the sun. The God of Wine’s Throne, who was extremely close and unprepared, was struck by the blinding light, emitting a muffled grunt and frowning.

In the moment he nearly closed his eyes, the token left his palm on its own—

"Trying to escape?"

The God of Wine’s Throne sobered up in an instant.

His expression suddenly darkened.

The young man in a moon-white robe sat erect on the Iron Throne, extending a hand to grasp the token.

What a joke?

This is his Spiritual World... could he really let a dead object escape from his own hand?!

"Boom, boom, boom—"

In the void, countless rumbles of thunder echoed, a giant hand condensed, reaching for the inevitable landing spot of the token, which had fled and was now falling toward Song Ci’s brow.

Having lost the token and the bolstering of Divine Power, Song Ci’s white wings behind him turned into a rain of light in midair, gradually wilting away.

The God of Wine’s Throne suddenly grasped out, grabbing hold of Song Ci’s body.

And in the next moment—

The token unexpectedly reversed its direction, taking a sudden sharp turn in the air, escaping into the distance!

The Wine God had never seen such a phenomenon before.

Indeed, tokens are guided by the Divine Throned... yet once dispatched, they recognize a master, and even if forcefully stripped away, they will not change hands unless the owner of the token abdicates the role of the Angel Envoy.

After a failed grab, that token shot out hundreds of meters in the Spiritual World, eventually hovering over the roof of an old building.

The token landed on the forehead of a young boy...

The Wine God narrowed his eyes.

What does this mean... He was already finding it hard to understand what was unfolding before him...

However, more intriguing than the token selecting a second host, was another matter.

The Iron Throne began to slowly sink.

The teenager in a moon-white robe, propping his cheek in hand with interest, looked at the young boy with the token emblem on his forehead; and then... his gaze drifted past the boy.

Behind the boy, there was a ghastly pale shadow, elongated by the moonlight, that even he, if not carefully "watching"... might have overlooked its existence.

In this world frosted by spiritual power, the shadow moved on its own without wind, softly flickering like a flame.

Clearly, his spirit hadn’t been frozen.

This is the world of the "God."

"If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes... I would not believe... that someone could achieve this..."

After the Iron Throne descended,

The ghastly pale shadow no longer concealed itself but slowly emerged.

As the shadow took form, the silent Spiritual World was filled with many noisy sounds—the layers of storms surrounding Mr. Bai fought desperately against the Divine Power within the "spark."

Even if separated by thousands of miles.

Even if... it was only a spiritual presence.

This kind of resistance could not be achieved by mere mortals.

"To contend against a God with a mortal body,"

The Wine God spoke softly in admiration, "How strong must your spiritual power be to remain conscious in my Divine Domain?"

The tall, pale shadow replied in a very soft voice, "A slightly larger ant is still just an ant."

As the voice faded,

The shadow was torn layer by layer by the Divine Domain, revealing a pale, decadent, and emaciated cheek.

"Bai Shu..."

The Wine God recognized the gaunt man before him, one of the few names he remembered, "So it’s you... The most promising talent from the East Continent after Gu Changzhi. You’re still alive."

He said with a smile, "I remember your name. If you would walk with God, then you’re no longer an ant." The young man on the Throne stretched out his hand and spoke with a gentle smile, "If you wish to become my Angel Envoy, you will possess the most potent Divine Power in this world... a power sufficient for you to fulfill any wish."

"Really? Any wish at all?"

"Of course." The Wine God smiled.

"Then..." Bai Shu smiled, "What if I say that my wish is to kill a god like you?"

The young man gazed at the shadow.

He said with a hint of regret, "Are you sure you want to reject me?"

Bai Shu counter-asked, "Are you sure you want to make a move in front of Gu Changzhi?"

The Wine God was taken aback.

He looked towards the direction of the token... at some point, a strand of firelight had sparked in the eternally silent Spiritual World.

"This is..."

A familiar aura emanated from the token.

The Wine God’s complexion turned pale.