I wield power with my innate talents, and forge the Heavenly Court.

Emperor Chongzhen was desperately fleeing ahead, while the Ghost City God led a strange army in pursuit from behind, hovering and dangling.

Emperor Chongzhen unleashed his full power at the Divine Realm level, moving so fast that he left behind a trail of afterimages, and quickly escaped several streets.

Unfortunately, he never managed to shake off the Ghost City God.

About fifteen minutes later, Chongzhen returned to the vicinity of the villa.

Seeing that he was about to escape, Chongzhen couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

Without hesitation, Chongzhen once again pushed his physical strength to the limit, running desperately towards the villa.

Seeing that the villa was only a dozen meters away, Chongzhen was overjoyed, but suddenly found that the sky had darkened.

Unconsciously, Chongzhen looked up.

The sky is pressing down!

At that moment, Chongzhen felt the sky above rapidly pressing down on him.

However, when he calmed down and looked closely, he was shocked to discover something.

It wasn't the sky collapsing; it was a giant hand rapidly slamming down on him.

Even when he got closer, Chongzhen could clearly see the deep, crisscrossing lines on his palm.

Seeing this, Chongzhen immediately understood that the ghost city god chasing him was not unable to catch him; he was merely playing cat and mouse.

Unable to help himself, Chongzhen stopped in his tracks with a wry smile.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a handprint several tens of meters long appeared in front of Chongzhen's villa.

As for Emperor Chongzhen, naturally not even a trace remained.

Even the strange crystal core that Chongzhen had acquired was completely pulverized by this palm strike, turning into wisps of mysterious and eerie energy.

"Jie Jie"

Looking at the palm print in front of him, the Ghost City God let out a strange, eerie laugh.

The pursuit of Emperor Chongzhen instilled in him a great deal of fear and despair.

While it wouldn't significantly improve his strength, it would still be a minor boost.

On the other side, Chongzhen suddenly woke up, opened his eyes abruptly, and gasped for breath.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh"
Thank goodness, thank goodness, this isn't real death.
It's just a pity about those strange crystal cores.

Looking at his empty palm, Chongzhen felt a pang of sorrow. That was the strange crystal core he had painstakingly obtained by killing the strange creature, and now it was all gone.

It's unclear whether it fell outside the villa, was destroyed along with the ghost city god, or was picked up by him.
Thinking of this, Chongzhen's heart raced.

Hmm. Maybe it fell outside the villa? Maybe the Ghost City God wouldn't even look at those eerie crystal cores?
Without hesitation, Chongzhen opened the wristwatch on his wrist again and began operating it quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a wisp of his mind split off and instantly disappeared into the light screen projected by the wristwatch.

As a being at the peak of supernatural powers, one can split one's mind at least a dozen times in a row.

Entry will only be prohibited once the limit is reached.

Upon entering the underworld, Chongzhen cautiously approached the villa's entrance and peered out.

A huge handprint was clearly visible, and in the center of the palm, a dozen or so mysterious and strange forces swirled around it, rapidly dissipating.

Upon seeing this scene, Emperor Chongzhen couldn't help but clutch his chest, his heart aching with unbearable pain.

However, he didn't rush out to see if he could absorb those powers. Instead, he turned to look elsewhere, fearing that the Ghost City God might still be there.

His gaze shifted, and a strange figure shrouded in black mist looked at him with a wicked grin, its eyes filled with mockery and cruelty.

"Damn it, that's awful!"

Startled, Emperor Chongzhen staggered back several steps, cursing angrily. Had he not been so cautious, he might have died again.

"Oh~!"

Emperor Chongzhen sighed inwardly, turned and walked towards the villa room, returning to the Star Realm in the blink of an eye.

While the ascended beings, including Chongzhen, continued to explore the realms of immortals and the underworld, the descended beings, including Zhu Cilang, also began to return one after another.

Most people showed no abnormalities.

However, there are also some people in the Ming Realm who have an ego.

After these people descend upon the Bright Realm, they will naturally merge with me.

Upon returning and merging with their original forms, their strength instantly increases by a level, allowing them to break through again, at least by breaking through a small realm.

However, their situation is still considered normal.

However, Zhu Cilang was a different case.

Because it was only at the level of supernatural powers when it descended, most of its souls and consciousness were sent to the Bright Realm by the dynasty.

Even due to its low level of cultivation, its fusion with the other in the Bright Realm is equivalent to the birth of a new consciousness, transforming into a new self.

When he returns to the Celestial Empire, under normal circumstances, Zhu Cilang of the Celestial Empire should directly merge into this new self.

After all, it has now reached the realm of immortality.

Zhu Cilang of the Celestial Empire, however, only possessed a portion of his mind and consciousness, and had not engaged in any cultivation. Therefore, he should still be in the realm of supernatural powers.

In this situation, it is already obvious who is merging with whom.

However, Zhu Cilang's situation was different.

After the dynasty separated most of his soul and consciousness, his remaining body and soul were directly nurtured in the palace.

Enveloped in the rich innate spiritual energy of the nation's destiny, even without cultivation, Zhu Cilang's body and soul were gradually recovering and improving.

Furthermore, its mysterious connection with Zhu Cilang, a newcomer from the Ming Realm, ensures that its improvement speed is by no means slow.

Now, Zhu Cilang of the Celestial Empire has also reached the realm of immortality, and his soul consciousness has long since been restored.

Therefore, it's hard to say who will merge with whom.

In the side hall of the Qianqing Palace in the capital city, Zhu Cilang, who had been sitting cross-legged amidst the innate spiritual energy of the nation's destiny, finally slowly opened his eyes.

At the main entrance of the side hall, Zhu Cilang slowly stepped inside.

The moment they looked at each other, a powerful aura erupted from both sides, spreading in all directions.

However, the dragon energy hanging around them only trembled slightly.

Immediately, a powerful force of rules descended upon them.

In just a moment, the spreading momentum was easily suppressed and dispersed, confining it within the side hall of the Qianqing Palace.

Even the chairs and furniture within the room emitted a faint glow, showing no signs of damage from the combined forces of both sides.

Zhu Cilang was not surprised by this.

Within this palace, with the limited power they unleash, it would be surprising if they could cause widespread destruction.

In fact, if it weren't for their special circumstances and the special permission granted by the dynasty, their power might not have been able to spread outside their bodies at all.

As for the two Zhu Cilang, the moment their power erupted, mysterious rules flowed around them, intertwining and merging together.

"Rumble"

In an instant, the surrounding space trembled, the rules shifted rapidly, and Zhu Cilang's figure gradually became illusory, slowly delving into the realm of spiritual rules. (End of Chapter)