Chapter 3388: ShabbyEditor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The God Realm.

Judgment Temple.

Inside the vast great hall, the atmosphere was cold and solemn.

Vera and the other two survivors knelt at the center of the great hall, their heads deeply lowered, not daring to look forward.

Under the towering dome, more than a dozen blurry figures sat upon obsidian thrones.

"Vera."

A voice descended from above, carrying no emotion, causing the bodies of Vera and the other two to tremble uncontrollably.

"The Holy Spirit Church world was one of our most important lower passages, yet it was destroyed just like that."

"Eugene, and another clansman, also died."

"I need an explanation."

Vera took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"Elder, we encountered Ymir’s Black Fog Game and the Seed of Ouroboros. They attempted to meddle with the Netherworld. We disrupted their scheme, regained control over the Netherworld, and ensured that the Netherworld seal did not suffer damage..."

"Enough! The Great Elder didn’t ask you to say that!"

Another Judgment Elder violently interrupted Vera. "You have utterly disgraced the God Clan!"

The great hall fell into deathly silence again.

"Third Elder, do not be impatient. The Seed of Ouroboros, Ymir’s Black Fog Game, and the Shadow Evil God... I recall something about them."

An elder lightly traced his finger across the air, and a projected light screen appeared at the center of the temple.

"I remember Xius also reported something about this person. Vera, look carefully. Is this him?"

Vera lifted his head to look at the projected face. His expression changed slightly, then he lowered his head again. "Yes, elders, this person was the Shadow Evil God."

"Fang Heng! It was him again!"

Another hot-tempered elder on the right smashed a fist onto his armrest, making the entire temple shudder violently.

"This person caused immense chaos in the Seven Realms Martial Capital not long ago. Now he even slaughtered our clansmen. He deserved death a thousand times!"

For the God Clan, the killing of a clansman was the greatest humiliation.

"Silence."

The Great Elder, seated at the very center, halted everyone’s discussion. After a brief pause, he continued, "It has now been confirmed that this matter was related to Ymir’s Black Fog Game."

Upon hearing about the Black Fog Game, the expressions of the God Clan elders varied.

"Great Elder, this human named Fang Heng was highly likely to be Ymir’s inheritor. His repeated actions were eroding our very foundations. If we allowed him to continue, he would pose a tremendous threat to the entire God Clan."

"We must eliminate this threat."

"But Fang Heng was extremely cunning and hard to track."

Another elder swept his gaze over Vera and the other two kneeling below and continued, "After the Seven Realms Martial Capital incident, we already stationed people there. Using our spawns, we repeatedly held summoning rituals outwardly, hoping to lure Fang Heng out. But he seemed to sense danger and never appeared. Yet this time, he appeared at the Holy Spirit Church."

Everyone fell silent once more.

Once the God Clan left the God Realm, their power would be greatly weakened.

Moreover, as the time spent outside lengthened, their strength would gradually decline.

Sending them to the lower realm to hunt Fang Heng would be extremely troublesome.

Laying a trap was still the best method.

At the side of the great hall, a God Clan attendant nodded. "Great Elder, the spawns requested communication two days ago, saying they had found a method to deal with Fang Heng. They are still awaiting our response."

The Great Elder gave a faint hum and lifted a finger.

A light screen appeared at the center of the great hall.

After flickering a few times, the figure of a spawn messenger appeared.

"Great Lord, your humble servant offered the highest respect."

The spawn messenger knelt low to the ground, his posture as humble as possible.

"Speak of your plan."

"Yes, Great Lord."

The spawn messenger did not dare raise his head and hurriedly said, "Following your will, we have been tracing the source of the Black Fog Game. We tracked it to a world called Blue Star. Evidence showed that Blue Star had already been infected by the Black Fog Game."

"We have reason to believe Fang Heng originated from Blue Star. That place was the source of all chaos. Instead of chasing Fang Heng across various worlds or setting traps to wait, it was better to strike first."

The spawn messenger lifted his head, his eyes flashing with ferocity.

"Strike at what he must protect. That would surely draw Fang Heng out. If he did not appear, then we would pull the firewood from beneath the cauldron. Once the source world was destroyed, the Black Fog Game would also suffer."

The Great Elder rubbed the obsidian armrest and said in a deep voice, "Do you know that Blue Star was very far from the Seven Realms Martial Capital and was also within the Black Fog Game’s shrouded zone? Our strength would be greatly weakened there."

"Leave everything to us. The God Clan only needed to dispatch a small squad to deal with Fang Heng when the time came."

The spawn messenger knelt again and said, "We spawns are willing to serve as vanguards, helping the Lord completely cleanse Blue Star."

"Oh? The spawns were that confident?"

"We wish to borrow a certain item," the spawn messenger said, lifting his head. "We need the Eyes of Hell."

...

Three days later.

Endless Domain.

A vast region of shattered, floating island-continents drifting in the void.

Between the ashen floating lands, distorted spatial turbulence flickered faintly.

At the center of a relatively intact floating island, dozens of robed believers knelt devoutly on the ground, encircling an altar constructed from the bones of a massive creature, chanting obscure prayers softly.

"Great Shadow God, your believers welcomed your descent."

As the chant continued, the magic array engraved at the altar’s center slowly lit up.

Dark energy fluctuations condensed gradually at the center of the array.

"Crack, crack, crack..."

An unstable spatial fissure tore open in mid-air at the center of the magic array.

From the fissure, Zane’s figure stumbled out first. Immediately after, Fang Heng and Xia Xi leapt out of the gap as well.

Seeing the summoning succeed, the believers all prostrated.

"We welcome the Shadow God!"

Zane raised his hand slightly, "Rise, my believers."

Fang Heng stood to the side, surveying the surroundings and examining the Endless Domain.

In terms of environment, it somewhat resembled the Holy Realm.

The Endless Domain felt more like a universe after destruction, with chunks of land floating in space.

Very strange.

This world seemed to have no concept of planetary bodies.

Everywhere he looked, the land fragment they were on was filled with ruins and broken remnants, with no trace of advanced civilization.

"Zane, this is your territory? Isn’t it a bit shabby?"

"Fang Heng, you are speaking too easily. I’ve been trapped for so long. Having this many loyal believers is already not bad."

Zane gave a bitter smile and spread his hands.

For this clone of his, life had truly been miserable.

But what could he do?

His main body was smashed to pieces. He had no choice but to keep his head down.

"It’s fine. It will get better."

Fang Heng shrugged and looked toward Xia Xi.

"Mm."

Xia Xi nodded lightly, walked to an open area, crouched down, and pressed her hands against the ground.

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