One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

"Ancestors...?"

Qu Tong covered her swollen cheek and lay face down in the muddy pool of blood.

That slap not only shattered her protective qi, but it felt as if it had snapped her spine. Her prized Dual Hands technique, the divine skill that could manipulate others' souls and memories with ease, was rendered useless against this man.

"run……"

This was the only thought left in Qu Tong's mind.

fear.

This long-lost emotion, at this moment, felt like a pair of cold, large hands, tightly gripping her heart.

Zhang Taichu lowered his head slightly, looking at the woman trembling violently at his feet, a slight smile curving his lips:

"Since you enjoy exploring the mental world so much, and love visiting other people's minds so much..."

boom!!

In that instant, Zhang Taichu's eyes turned completely into pure gold.

Two beams of golden light, almost tangible, shot out from his eyes, following the invisible spiritual thread, like two golden dragons swimming upstream, and instantly rushed into Qu Tong's brow.

"Then this humble Taoist priest..."

"I'd like to come over for a visit!"

Buzz—!

Qu Tong's body suddenly arched backward into an exaggerated arc, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a silent scream.

……

This is a bizarre and fantastical world.

There is no sky, no earth, only countless red crystals suspended in the void.

Each crystal contains a memory, or a fragment of someone's soul.

At the very center of these crystals stands a magnificent palace that takes your breath away.

The palace was not made of bricks and stones, but rather constructed from countless complex runes, incantations, and diagrams of the human body's meridians.

That is the secret of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

Those were the red and blue colors of the Double-Handed Sword, those were the intricate patterns of the Divine Machine Refinement, those were the Devouring Laws of the Six Treasuries Immortal Thief...

This is Qu Tong's sea of ​​consciousness.

It is the embodiment of her lifelong cultivation and ambition.

She stood on the throne of this palace, looking at the fragments of souls around her who had submitted to her. Even in her grave injuries, this place still maintained the majesty of a god.

"This is my world..."

Qu Tong's consciousness stumbled and climbed onto the throne, panting heavily:

"Here, I am the ruler! Even if you are Zhang Taichu, as long as you dare to enter, I can..."

Click.

A crisp cracking sound interrupted her self-comforting words.

Qu Tong suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in the crimson sky above her head, which was originally woven from countless laws.

That's not a crack.

That was... light.

Endless golden light, like a bursting dam, poured wildly into this dark and twisted world through the crack.

Followed by.

One foot.

A gigantic, indescribable golden foot shattered the clouds of laws that filled the sky and descended from the heavens.

Rumble! ...

Before that kick even landed, the terrifying wind pressure had already caused Qu Tong's proud palace to begin to collapse.

The suspended memory crystals shattered and turned into dust.

"No...impossible!!"

Qu Tong screamed, waving her hands frantically, trying to mobilize the energy of the entire world to stop it:

"This is my sea of ​​consciousness! This is my domain!! Get out of here!!"

Countless red spikes rose from all directions, raining down on the giant golden foot.

however.

That foot didn't pause at all.

It's like stepping on a bunch of ants.

Click! Click! Click!

All the red spikes shattered the moment they came into contact with the golden light.

Before that golden giant foot, Qu Tong's so-called laws and domains were as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

Boom! !

The giant foot landed.

The entire sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently, and half of the magnificent palace was crushed.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

Qu Tong slumped down amidst the ruins, staring blankly ahead.

At the end of her line of sight.

A towering golden giant slowly bent down.

The giant's face was blurry, and his body radiated a divine brilliance that made people afraid to look directly at him, but Qu Tong knew that it was Zhang Taichu.

Or.

That was Zhang Taichu's primordial spirit form.

That giant was too big.

Qu Tong was so insignificant in his presence that she was less than a speck of dust.

Two golden suns—those were the eyes of a giant, piercing through the clouds, indifferently watching the ant at its feet.

"Is this your way?"

The giant's voice echoed between heaven and earth, each word like a thunderclap from the heavens, causing Qu Tong's soul to continuously disintegrate.

"Is this what you rely on to become a god?"

There was no anger in Zhang Taichu's voice, only a deep-seated...disappointment.

That's because the opponent is too low-level and therefore boring.

A massive, golden hand, obscuring the sky, slowly reached out. Instead of immediately crushing Qu Tong, it used two fingers to pick up a fragment inscribed with runes from the ruins, as if picking up trash.

That is the core principle of the Divine Strategist.

"They stole Ma Xianhong's technology."

Snapped.

With a gentle flick of the fingers, the fragments of the law turned into golden dust and dissipated.

He then pinched up a ball of red light.

"They stole the Lü family's Double-Handed Technique."

Snapped.

Crush it again.

"And there's the Six Treasuries of Immortal Thieves... the Great Luo Cave Observation..."

Zhang Taichu was like a picky quality inspector, rummaging through Qu Tong's collection of her life's work while ruthlessly destroying it.

"A hodgepodge"

"Mending and patching".

The enormous finger hovered above Qu Tong's head, and the strong wind it generated almost caused her soul to dissipate.

"You think you can become a god by forcibly stuffing these things into your body, slicing off other people's soul memories like sausages and stuffing them into your own brain?"

"The so-called creation of gods..."

Zhang Taichu's voice turned icy cold, filled with utter contempt for such despicable tactics:

"It's just a pile of garbage."

"No! I refuse to accept this!!"

Qu Tong suddenly raised her head, her face contorted with rage and resentment:

"What do you know! I'm doing this for evolution! For the future of humanity! These powers were originally incomplete; only I... only by fusing them together can I reach that higher realm!!"

"I did nothing wrong!! I am God!! I am..."

"Noisy."

Zhang Taichu interrupted her hysteria with some impatience.

The enormous golden index finger gently touched the core of Qu Tong's soul, which shimmered with an eerie red light.

There were no fancy moves.

It's just a simple finger.

But beneath this finger lies Zhang Taichu's vast and boundless primordial Qi, his immortal path that has long transcended the mortal realm.

"A true god does not need to be stolen."

"The true path is not found in these strange skills and tricks."

The finger fell.

puff.

It's like popping a soap bubble.

Qu Tong's frantic screams came to an abrupt halt.

Her soul's origin, the core that holds all her memories, ambitions, wisdom, and the power of her two hands.

Under that golden finger.

Instantly, it was covered with countless cracks.

"Since your path is built from piles of garbage."

"Then today, this humble Taoist priest..."

"Just help you sweep up the trash."

Splash—

As the last sentence fell.

The entire world of consciousness collapsed completely.

……

The real world.

The back of Longhu Mountain.

"ah--------!!"

A bloodcurdling scream burst from Qu Tong's mouth.

The sound was not something a human could make; it was filled with extreme pain and despair.

Standing at a distance, Zhang Chulan instinctively covered his ears, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

A large amount of blood gushed out from Qu Tong's seven orifices at the same time.

Her body convulsed violently a few times as if she had been electrocuted, and then...

He collapsed limply to the ground.

Everything fell silent.

The golden light that filled the sky dissipated, and the terrifying pressure also disappeared.

Zhang Taichu slowly withdrew his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air. The golden color on his face faded, and he returned to his lazy appearance.

He pulled a new handkerchief from his pocket and carefully wiped each of his fingers, his brow furrowed slightly, as if he had just done a very dirty cleaning job.

"This...that's it?"

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard, mustered his courage, took a few steps forward, and peered at Qu Tong lying on the ground.

"Witch! Stop playing dead!!"

Zhang Taichu spoke casually, tossing the handkerchief he had used to wipe his hands onto Qu Tong:

"That Qu Tong is dead."

"Dead?"

Wang Ye was taken aback, then pointed to the body on the ground that was still twitching slightly:

"Isn't he still breathing?"

Just then.

The corpse on the ground moved.

The president of the Yaoxing Society, who once struck fear into the hearts of the entire supernatural world and manipulated everyone with ease, slowly rolled over and got up from the ground.

however.

The moment Qu Tong raised her head.

Everyone was stunned.

The once noble and aloof queen was now tilting her head and chuckling foolishly at the air.

She reached out, grabbed a handful of blood-stained dirt from the ground, and stuffed it into her mouth as if she had discovered something delicious.

"Delicious...hehe...delicious..."

Despite her mouth being full of black mud, she laughed like a three-year-old child.