Light Fortress
Chapter 468 - 103: God of Capture (Big - ! Please subscribe!)

Chapter 468: Chapter 103: God of Capture (Big Chapter! Please subscribe!)

The dusk air swirled with frost and snow.

The cold light shone on the iron armor.

No... it wasn’t armor.

At that moment, piercing through Mr. Zhuo’s body, lifting him high, was a sharp and slender iron spear. The "iron armor" material inside the tomb was very special, a type of special iron that Gu Shen couldn’t comprehend.

But, it was still iron!

As long as it was still iron, the "Iron Throne" could transform its "shape"... into iron armor, iron boots, iron helms, or an iron spear.

No matter what the shape...

As long as the iron armor’s "sturdy" property remained unchanged, capable of shattering the opponent’s defense and creating a sliver of a wound, then that would suffice.

Gu Shen, lying in the snow, slowly opened his eyes.

His complexion was somewhat pale.

To perfectly deliver "this one spear," he had also paid a considerable price. At this moment, the blood was real, as his ribs were pierced by the small sword, flesh blurred and mangled, while Spring Breathing rapidly mended his physical injury.

But... a penetrating wound was continuously flowing with fresh blood.

It wasn’t long before it soaked the snowy ground.

Because of the cold, the pain from the wound had not yet exploded in intensity. Gu Shen propped himself up from the ground and sat up. He looked at the body he had hoisted up high.

Gu Shen’s face was smeared with scalding blood.

This blood wasn’t his own.

It belonged to Mr. Zhuo...

"You..."

Mr. Zhuo’s pupils were somewhat scattered. In the moment when the iron spear pierced his body, he understood many things, but there were also many more that he failed to grasp.

He struggled, trying to say something.

But his chest had been pierced, his heart impaled.

Every word spoken was an immense burden... Even though Mr. Zhuo was a third-stage Transcendent, having formed his own domain, and in the realms of "spirit" and "ability," transcended the bounds of the mortal coil, he was still flesh and blood.

Gu Shen cut off Mr. Zhuo’s words, "You can experience it for yourself... after seeing it, you’ll understand everything."

Mr. Zhuo looked somewhat bewildered.

In his pupils, a strand of Chi Huo was reflected.

The body, impaled, gradually became ethereal.

The winds and snow all around... scattered, shattered, turning into grass leaves bit by bit.

Mr. Zhuo floated in the air above the Four Seasons Wilderness, his chest ripped open with a huge wound, but in this immaculate world, not a drop of blood seeped from the chest wound, forming a void of a large circle, big enough to fit a clenched fist in and out.

The moment he looked up to face the opposite side, he understood everything.

Why the Hypnotist had said... she had seen a massive Throne, comparable to the Storm God’s Throne.

The Hypnotist had not lied.

Because... there indeed was such a Throne.

The leaves above the wilderness, moving with the gale, appeared chaotic and unordered.

But in fact.

Billions of leaves, following the wind, vaguely gathered, worshipping in one direction with the breeze.

A massive Throne congealed above the Spiritual Wilderness, imposing a feeling of worship and the urge to kneel from the very first glance.

Mr. Zhuo was no exception.

His expression pale, he strained to breathe, adjusted his spirit, trying to resist the crushing notion imposed by this world...

"Do you understand now?"

Gu Shen looked down from above, speaking softly.

Mr. Zhuo clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Unable to hold on, he eventually fell to his knees, sprawling like a lowly ant.

This was the Spiritual Domain, a complete one, possessing the embryonic form of a world within the Spiritual Domain.

This world had light, wind, grass, and a vast, complete set of laws... unlike any Spiritual Worlds Mr. Zhuo had seen before, this was a "living" world!

This wasn’t at all a world that could be formed by "third stage" powers!

And he was so close, so close to killing this youth... He knew all too well that the youth’s Extraordinary Power was only at the second stage, at most amounting to the sixth level!

He didn’t understand!

Why such a youth... possessed such a terrifying Spiritual World!

"Now, I will take away that ’Ancient Stone Tablet’."

Gu Shen’s voice flowed with divine command, "It would be best if you hand it over yourself."

Mr. Zhuo’s will was rapidly disintegrating.

From the moment he entered the dream, he had already lost.

His will simply couldn’t resist the rules of this world.

Gu Shen was going to take the memory of the "Ancient Stone Tablet," and all he could do was present it with both hands.

Mr. Zhuo, prostrating, lowered his head, and with raised hands made a gesture of submission.

Above the Four Seasons Wilderness, his spirit instantly congealed for the last time.

It was an Ancient Stone Tablet, with obscure ancient characters carved upon it, the memory still forming... not yet fully realized.

Gu Shen suddenly furrowed his brows.

He saw Mr. Zhuo’s "expression" abruptly change.

From painful struggle, to bewilderment, and finally to an ecstatic frenzy...

In the mere span of a second, his facial expressions changed numerous times.

And when he raised his head, "Mr. Zhuo’s" face was nothing but cold indifference.

...

...

Between the three snow mountains, a continuous storm surged.

This was why the Late Bell Church dared to establish a base on the Tundra... They had brought from the Southern Continent a special "seal," with inconceivable magical power. Normally, it just needed to be left in place, effectively sealing the surrounding terrain to prevent intrusion. If attacked by enemies, it could be activated, locking the interior of the three snow mountains into a prison, preventing the enemy from escaping.

That sealing item was actually a "trident" etched on silver foil!

Only, it wasn’t the "genuine article" worn on the church robes, but a lookalike "substitute."