Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 627 The Blasphemer

They are as numerous as stars, each occupying a domain of laws, large or small.

However, are all tens of thousands of powers manifestations of the Dao fruit?

Xu Yunfan never believed it. If that were true, would the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, with only 108 Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Dao Fruits, still be able to compete?

Although the world is vast, it may not be able to contain such a magnificent foundation of Dao fruit.

He is more inclined to believe that these so-called gods are merely unique forms of existence or powerful wills that disrupt the rules of the world.

Just like this Delis, who was born only a thousand years ago, and whose followers are limited to the area around this small town, what is her true nature?

It's worth pondering.

Zhang Ziyang has a keen eye and, with just a glimpse, has already grasped the general outline of the cultivation system in this world.

Those who become gods may simply rely on the power of faith and will to condense an external foundation of the Dao and cultivate a trace of immortal golden nature.

At this moment, the young god's anger was completely ignited.

"Blasphemer!"

Delis's voice was no longer confined to Xu Yunfan's ears, but suddenly resounded under the empty church dome.

The sound carried a peculiar resonance; it was not a pure shout, but rather a sharp musical movement that suddenly rose to the edge of shattering, containing the sonic power to tear through the air.

Visible ripples of sound spread instantly from the statue, and the intricate religious murals on the wall cracked and peeled off instantly under the impact of the sound waves.

The first thing to be affected is the stone guardian statues standing solemnly on both sides of the church.

They were carved by ordinary craftsmen and made of common materials.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Several muffled thuds rang out in quick succession, like an overloaded earthenware pot shattering.

Several stone statues instantly turned into dust.

Stone dust mixed with shockwaves rushed towards Xu Yunfan, pelting him head-on.

Faced with this sonic impact that could tear steel apart and shatter rocks, Xu Yunfan did not even take a step back.

He remained standing in the same spot, not even stirring the hem of his robe.

Just as the sound wave, containing violent divine power, was about to hit him, the space around his body twisted slightly and almost imperceptibly.

There was no earth-shattering confrontation, no dazzling burst of light.

The divine sound impact that could destroy the stone statue was like a raging flood crashing into an invisible deep-sea vortex.

The frenzied energy ripples collapsed instantly less than three inches from Xu Yunfan's body, silently being decomposed and devoured.

The swirling stone dust flew towards him in a fine spray, but hovered three inches from his body, as if it were frozen in mid-air by an invisible layer of viscous glue, before finally falling down reluctantly.

To describe so much.

But this happened in the blink of an eye.

The church was deathly silent, save for the occasional crisp sound of flakes of peeling frescoes falling onto the floor tiles.

The indifferent gaze in the statue's crystal-like eyes was replaced by a stronger anger, even mixed with a very subtle hint of surprise.

She clearly hadn't expected that this strangely dressed being, whom she regarded as an insignificant ant, could so easily defuse the divine sound she had unleashed in her anger.

This is a blasphemer.

Many powerful mages do not believe in gods, but instead try every means to capture them and study how to become gods.

Are they here to seize her position?!

With this thought in mind, Delis no longer relied solely on sound. The statue, as smooth and lustrous as jade, radiated a soft yet undeniable light that filled the entire space like tangible moonlight.

Where the light touched, the air became heavy and viscous, and the space felt like frozen honey.

An immense will descended from nothingness, like a tangible pressure, fiercely seizing every corner of the church.

It's not just a simple physical pressure, but divine power.

A force that acts directly on the spirit and soul, causing living beings to instinctively feel awe and submission, and even to experience complete spiritual collapse.

This is the most direct manifestation of the divine personification.

The core of this will is firmly locked onto Xu Yunfan.

It's not just oppression, it's a declaration.

Humble things can only kneel before God.

Xu Yunfan's eyebrows twitched slightly upwards almost imperceptibly, for only a moment.

Then, he let out a soft snort.

This kind of pressure based on the level of spiritual will is probably only equivalent to a slight breeze blowing in Xu Yunfan's face, who has just experienced the reforging and perfection of his own Dao Fruit and struggled to return from the ruins of a higher level of the Great Dao.

That tsunami-like will, powerful enough to crush the spirit of an ordinary saint, crashed into his soul, as solid as an ancient divine mountain, without even causing a ripple.

He didn't even bother to adopt any defensive stance, letting the immense will sweep across his sea of ​​consciousness.

His posture remained relaxed, and his eyes regained their initial interest, falling once again on the radiant statue, as if examining a novel and interesting toy.

After a while, seeing that the other party was still only using divine power, Xu Yunfan finally felt a little bored.

"That's all?"

Xu Yunfan finally raised his head and clearly uttered a sentence. His voice was not loud, but it penetrated the stagnant air and the cover of invisible divine power with exceptional stability.

His gaze met the statue's crystal eyes, which blazed with an intense light, as if they were about to burst into flames.

"A thousand years of incense burning to shape it, and all it has is an empty shell? Its divine power is weak and its divine might is scattered, but this appearance is indeed not bad."

The tone of his second half of the sentence was as if he were commenting on the exquisitely crafted but impractical artificial flowers in the vegetable market.

To be honest, the cultivation philosophy of Baiyu Peak emphasizes having many cauldrons and furnaces. He has only achieved minor success in the True Scripture of Yin and Yang Separation and Union between Heaven and Earth and still needs to practice.

This last comment about "not bad looking" was like a red-hot iron, pressing down hard on Delis's heart, which was exceptionally sensitive and proud due to the scarcity of believers and the narrowness of her parish.

Her fragile self-esteem was trampled on.

Perhaps to mortals she appears high and mighty, but in reality, among the myriad gods, she is truly weak, pitiful, and helpless.

The moonlight, which had just appeared somewhat gentle, suddenly turned into a blazing incandescent flame.

The blinding light made the entire church as bright as day, and the ordinary materials of the walls and dome seemed to groan and wail, unable to withstand the pure energy overflow.

"you wanna die!"

This time, Delis's voice was no longer a simple, explosive roar, but a combination of countless broken, sharp, and chaotic notes.

Every syllable became a tangible attack.

Countless sonic blades, shimmering with the cold light of moonlight, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of tearing silk, instantly appeared around Xu Yunfan's body without warning.

These sonic blades were not chaotic; rather, under the guidance of some strange divine force, they instantly formed a rapidly spinning cage of blades composed of pure sound and destructive energy.

This is the true attack form of Delis, the goddess of song and listening.

Sound is no longer merely a means of propagation, but a sharp blade embodying divine power.

(End of this chapter)