Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 396 The Dao Achieves Physical Incarnation
Time stopped flowing.

The movement of the stars has come to an eerie standstill. The brilliant starlight is like diluted oil paint, and the no longer twinkling starry sky has become a canvas, filled with a lifeless silence.

The entire universe, like a paused movie, was frozen at the moment of the Incarnation.

Satan, dressed in a pure white suit, stepped into the human world, his feet treading on black tar.

Space, time, matter, energy—all things are like flowing water, parting to the sides the moment he lifts his foot forward.

“Christ, you broke the contract. I never thought those little guys were right. Even God’s covenant couldn’t bind you.”

With a mocking smile on his face, Satan walked step by step toward the incarnation of the Almighty.

The incarnate body of the Dao coldly gazed at Satan. His white robes were as white as snow, and his eyes were as white as snow. Only for a fraction of a second did a flash of intense emotion appear before it was covered by the supreme divinity that transcended the universe.

Satan seemed to be deep in thought. He carefully examined the incarnate body and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, Christ, what's wrong with you? The Trinity? The person of the Son embodying the person of the Holy Spirit and the Father?"

Satan suddenly arched his back, let out a nervous laugh, and clapped his hands in celebration of the incarnation.

"How can the mere personality of the Son of God bear the spirituality of the Holy Spirit and the divine nature of the Father?"

His eyes, through the incarnation, saw the inner spirit, the boundless universe, and the dove.

The man's spirit was riddled with holes. He stretched out his arms and existed in the spiritual world, his figure like a lamb carrying a cross, countless fragments and cracks appearing on his spirit, yet being brutally filled in with an even stronger spirituality.

Endless light surrounded His spirit, and the light continued to expand, reflecting the laws and movements of all things in the universe, just like a universe that was still growing.

The light condensed into white doves, which flew above the spirit's head. With each flap of their wings, they scattered fragments of scripture, which landed inside the spirit's body and then slid down the skin into the universe of light.

Light, spirit, and humanity are intertwined yet mutually repulsive, like metal forcibly welded together.

The Dao, having become flesh, remained silent, but simply raised its spear.

The moment the gun was pointed at Satan, a chilling, murderous aura enveloped him.

In an instant, countless wounds split open on Satan's skin, and sharp thorns grew from his body, tearing open his dark red flesh. Sulfur and tar splattered from the hideous wounds.

"The Holy Lance Longinus?"

Satan casually erased the damage inflicted by the Spear of Longinus.

The sulfur and tar flowing from his body disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the wounds caused by the thorns healed quickly. He looked at the gun held in Dao Cheng's physical body with a half-smile.

The spearhead of the Holy Lance was composed of pure holy light; only the shaft was a solid creation.

"How can a holy spear without a spearhead kill the demon king?"

Before he finished speaking, the skin of the Dao-incarnated body exploded, and scars crisscrossed the surface of the body like barbed wire, with a large amount of holy light escaping from the wounds.

The retaliatory strike of using the enemy's own methods against them is precisely the sympathetic magic that Satan excels at.

At this moment, a trace of emotion flashed in the eyes of the Dao-incarnated being, and ripples appeared in his gaze, which was as ruthless as the heart of heaven.

A trace of fighting spirit, a trace of madness, a trace of anger... extreme emotions gradually emerged from the heart of the Dao-incarnated body, and divine humanity slowly reappeared within the body of the Dao-incarnated body.

Satan's harm and attacks touched the humanity of the incarnate, causing this not-so-magnanimous madman to break free from the will of the Father and the Holy Spirit.

All for revenge! All for a battle! All for venting their rage!

"We should say goodbye, you worthless holy son. As His son, you still need to grow for another 100,000 years before you are qualified to face me!"

Satan took a deep breath. In an instant, fire illuminated the universe, and flames powerful enough to ignite stars erupted from Satan's mouth, incinerating matter and energy, and even destroying the structure of space itself.

He was once God's lamplighter, and his flame was the highest temperature in the universe, making even the stars pale in comparison.

"Nonsense! You think the divinity of the Holy Father will make me surrender? That's not enough!"

A high-pitched roar parted the world-burning lights, and the brute force of the fist pierced through the power of the morning star, appearing before Satan.

Satan's pupils suddenly contracted, and in an instant, time collapsed inward, the force gradually slowed down, and the fist piercing through the flames slowed down more and more in front of Satan, finally stopping completely and standing still in front of Satan.

"When did Christ become a brute?"

During the frozen time, only Satan could move. He stared intently at the man in front of him, carefully examining this familiar face whom he hadn't seen for thousands of years.

The spirit is still the same spirit, but it has been stained with too many colors and has lost too many things. The colorful white is filled with the passion of life and the ferocity of burning itself.

As the Son of God, yet transcending the Son of God, even the personality of the Holy Spirit and the Father could not completely suppress his ego.

"The so-called Holy Son is actually this kind of person?"

Satan scoffed, his gaze passing through Wen Lie's flesh and spirit to look at the distant God, as if mocking what kind of creature God had raised.

"boom!"

Before the words were even finished, the frozen space suddenly resounded with the crisp sound of a glacier collapsing.

The supernova-like brilliance collapsed onto Wen Lie's body, the terrifying power shook the stagnant flow of time, and the fist that pierced through the void slammed forward, making intimate contact with the smiling face.

As tar and sulfur spilled out, forming a raging fiery mountain, Satan's body drew a brilliant Milky Way across the starry sky, with tens of thousands of broken stars forming a shimmering nebula around him.

Wen Lie's muscles rippled like a python as he strode toward Satan, the shockwaves of power emanating from his feet and spreading in all directions.

His heart exploded in the deathly silence of the universe, his breath made the stars twinkle, and his footsteps shattered the frozen spacetime.

The rise and fall of the chest propels the rotation of the stars, and every gesture frees the celestial bodies from their shackles.

The canvas, diluted with oil paint, gradually came to life. The laws of the universe returned to normal, time continued to flow, and the force returned to all things. Vitality and life appeared mysteriously in the cosmos, and the revitalized force spread to every corner of the universe.

Earth, America, New York, in an apartment room, in the spacious living room, Zheng Zha, Chu Xuan, Zhan Lan and others looked deathly pale.

"Zhan Lan, mental energy scan."

Without Zheng Zha's instruction, Zhan Lan had already spread her mental power throughout the city, and the entire New York City was under the influence of Zhan Lan's mental power.

"here we go again!"

The dozen or so mental power users couldn't help but sigh, their bodies swaying precariously. The other reincarnators in their team dared not speak out, their mouths tightly shut, only their eyes almost spitting out fury.

Zhan Lan meticulously scanned every reincarnator in New York, and the words and actions of the citizens were also under her watchful eye.

However, after surveying the entire city, Zhan Lan found it to be unbelievably normal, as if nothing had happened. The citizens were living their ordinary lives as usual, and the reincarnators remained wary of the Central Continent Team, yet dared not make any rash moves.

"Everything is normal..."

When Zhan Lan opened her eyes and said those words, her face was extremely pale.

The people from Zhongzhou looked at each other in bewilderment. Chu Xuan rubbed the copper bell hanging from his waist with his fingers, his expression unusually solemn.

(End of this chapter)