Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

"For hundreds of years... I... can still... sense... such pure... divine aura... in this degenerate age..." It seemed to be struggling to organize its words, and its tone contained no trace of awe for the gods, but was instead filled with a twisted greed, like a hungry wolf seeing fat meat.

The ink stains on the paper stretched their mouths even wider, almost tearing them to their ears, revealing a chilling "smile": "Heaven... truly... favors me... not only... bestowing... this... passable... body... but also... leaving... such... a... great gift!"

Its "gaze" greedily scanned the apartment where Lin Yu was, as if trying to pierce through the walls and see the statue: "Little god... in the... end of Dharma... how much... divine power... do you... have left?!"

"Hehehe... This one... gladly accepts!" Accompanied by a piercing, eerie laugh, "Idol King Xiangxian" suddenly moved!

It no longer hovered, but shot out like an arrow, wielding the eight-sided Han sword that had devoured countless souls, transforming into a gray shadow that tore through the black mist, accompanied by a piercing sound as it hurtled towards the window of Lin Yu's apartment.

The sword tip was pointed directly at the glass, its target being Lin Yu behind the window.

At the same time, Liu Xiangxiang, the ten-meter-tall evil ghost in the center of the fortress who seemed to have frozen in place, suddenly shuddered as if she had received some kind of forced command.

Her empty eye sockets instantly "focused" on Lin Yu's apartment again. She let out an even more shrill and venomous shriek, and a huge ghostly claw, wreathed in black mist and sparks, followed closely behind, slamming down hard on the apartment.

Sword tip in front, demonic claws behind! The apartment windows seemed as fragile as paper in their presence!

Inside the apartment, as Lin Yu watched the sword tip, gleaming with a dark red light, rapidly enlarge in his field of vision, and the enormous, sky-covering ghostly claw behind it, his pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum.

Despite his strong faith in the statue of the True Lord, the shadow of death still overwhelmed him like a cold tide in the face of such a devastating attack.

Lin Yu's hair stood on end, and his heart pounded like a drum.

He could almost foresee the horrific scene of the glass shattering, the apartment collapsing, and him being pierced by the evil sword or crushed into mincemeat by the ghostly claws in the next second.

"Could it really crash?!" The thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

There was no time to think, no time to dodge; the tip of the sword was less than half a meter from the windowpane.

He could even see the dark red lines on the scabbard that glowed like writhing veins as they devoured souls.

The terrifying wind pressure generated by the ghost claws had caused the entire apartment building to groan under the strain.

At that critical moment, when Lin Yu seemed to be truly about to die—

"snort!"

A cold snort, seemingly coming from the heavens and resounding deep within the soul, suddenly echoed throughout the apartment!

The voice was not loud, but it carried an unparalleled majesty, a supreme authority that ruled over all.

Lin Yu was startled by the sudden cold snort and trembled all over. He subconsciously turned around and looked at the corner where the statue was placed.

However, the corner was empty.

The statue still stands quietly on the altar, hidden by the old curtains, without any sign of disturbance.

In that split second when Lin Yu turned around—

Outside the window!

The "smile" on the face of the "Idol King Xiangxian," who was determined to win and was thrusting menacingly, instantly froze.

For the first time, a look of horror appeared in its ink-like "eyes".

In its perception, the apartment windows in front of it seemed to have disappeared.

Instead, there was a vast, boundless void, shimmering with golden light.

At the edge of that void, a majestic divine figure, whose grandeur defies description and whose true form cannot be directly seen, indifferently gazes down upon it.

The face of the divine figure was blurry, but a vertical "heavenly eye" was slowly opening between its forehead.

A majestic golden light shot out from the "Heavenly Eye" in an instant.

"No—!!!" "The Divine Image of Wang Xiangxian" only had time to let out a terrifying scream that was a mixture of the will of the image and the remnant soul of Wang Xiangxian.

puff!puff!puff!

There was no loud crashing sound.

The seemingly slow-moving golden light arrived instantly, easily piercing through the black mist protecting "God Statue King Xiangxian" and penetrating its body.

Its tattered jacket seemed to have been sliced ​​by an invisible blade, instantly turning into countless pieces of shredded cloth.

Its body, like paper thrown into a raging fire, crumbled and burned inch by inch in the golden light.

Deep, bone-revealing cracks spread across the skin, from which dark red blood, resembling foul blood, gushed forth.

The eight-sided Han sword it was tightly gripping seemed to have been struck by immense force, letting out a mournful cry before flying out of its hand in an instant. It transformed into a streak of light and shot towards the other end of the fortress, embedding itself deeply into a pile of ruins.

Behind it, the enormous ghostly claw that slammed down, as the golden light swept across it, melted away like ice and snow under the sun with a hissing sound. The massive ghostly body twisted and disintegrated violently, turning back into thick black mist, howling as it was forcibly sucked back into the Han sword that had been thrown out.

Boom!

"The statue of Wang Xiangxian" flew backward like a broken kite with its string cut, spraying blood and filth, even faster than it had come, and crashed hard into the wall of the distant fortress, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The thick black fog that had enveloped the entire fortress dissipated and vanished as quickly as the tide receded, and the pale light of the waning moon shone down once more.

Just then, Lin Yu suddenly turned around and looked out the window, and what happened next left him dumbfounded.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; by the time Lin Yu turned around, it was already over.

Where is the sword tip? Where are the ghost claws? Where is the black mist? Where is that arrogant "Idol King Xiang Xian"?

Outside the window, all was empty, with only the cold moonlight and the desolate village.

It was as if the devastating attack just now was merely a dream that felt too real.

Only the huge hole in the wall in the distance, and the trembling eight-sided Han sword stuck diagonally in the ruins, silently told the story of the horrific scene that had just unfolded.

"This..." Lin Yu was completely dumbfounded, his mouth slightly open, having no idea what earth-shattering changes had occurred in those fractions of a second.

He only heard that cold snort, glanced back, and then... the enemy was gone?

The perspective shifts to "Idol King Xiangxian," who was sent flying backwards a few seconds earlier.

The moment that golden divine light, imbued with supreme will, pierced through its body, it felt that its proud body, which combined the divine nature of the portrait and Wang Xiangxian's decades of cultivation, was as fragile as a piece of paper.

Its only thought at that moment was: What is that?! Is it a true god?! How could such a being still exist in this degenerate age?! This is impossible!!!