The sequence is too involutional, luckily I am too.

Chapter 180 Facing Death Head-on, 98% is 98%!

In an instant, a dense aura of death swept across the entire area like a tidal wave, and the vast primordial shelter was instantly shrouded in an impenetrable, icy gloom.

The air was filled with a bone-chilling, decaying cold; one breath and one felt a sharp pain in their lungs.

The bluestone slabs underfoot had a faint grayish-black tinge, with eerie dark patterns emerging from the cracks.

The surrounding low-lying vegetation withered and died at a visible rate, turning into clumps of black ash that drifted away in the wind.

But this deep-seated fear did not envelop everyone present.

Seeing that the Death Saint had successfully summoned a portion of the Death God's will, Xue Jiansheng showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, his extraordinary aura intensified, like a holy sword poised to be drawn, its sharpness piercing through the gloom and illuminating a small area.

One after another, shimmering white phantoms of holy swords shot out from his body, hovering around him. As the light flowed, it seemed as if he was about to release all the power he had condensed through a lifetime of battles. The air around him was scorched and slightly distorted by this intense aura.

Anyone with eyes could see that as Xue Jiansheng released more and more phantom images of the holy sword, his aura became more condensed and more powerful, rising at a visible speed, and his aura was getting closer and closer to the realm of gods.

He was only one step away from Sequence 3. Over the years, he had traveled to various sanctuaries and killed countless evil spirits, but he was always just one step short and failed to break through the barrier to advancement.

But the moment he faced this pure and extreme power of death, the fog in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he instantly understood.

His way is punishment.

Punishing the evil and wicked in the world, punishing the rebellious and treacherous gods, and cleansing all darkness—this is the ultimate path of judgment, the true path of divinity!

This descending will of the Death God is the opportunity he has been waiting for, and the best touchstone for him to break through Sequence 3 and knock on the door of the gods!

Meanwhile, deep within the Divine Tree Palace.

Jiang Nandao kept his eyes closed, surrounded by a faint halo of divine tree light, his expression calm and undisturbed, as if the earth-shattering events outside had nothing to do with him.

But a meaningful smile crept onto the corners of his lips.

Everything was exactly as the stars had predicted, without the slightest error.

Suddenly, Jiang Nandao opened his eyes. The phantom of the divine tree in his eyes dimmed slightly, and a barely perceptible look of surprise flashed across his brows.

The gaze of the stars seemed to be obscured by something.

For a moment, Jiangnan Dao's thoughts became chaotic, and his aura fluctuated.

But just then, several threads of emotion suddenly enveloped him, gradually calming his emotions.

Jiangnan Road has returned to normal, continuing to listen to the voices of the stars.

The person standing behind him, however, had a face full of worry.

"I wonder how Lu Yan and the others are doing."

"Is Grandmaster about to break through?"

Lu Yan stood not far away, his heart filled with shock.

Sequence 3, that's the realm of gods! My master is about to truly become a god!

Just then, a series of subtitles popped up in front of him:

[The Lord of the Black Forest observes the true form of the Death God and comprehends all paths to advancement!]

[Black Forest Lord Promotion Requirement 3: Listen to the pure sounds of nature for 10 minutes (0/10min) - Incomplete]

[Dark Forest Lord Promotion Condition 4: Facing Death (1/1) - Completed]

"This works?"

Lu Yan was astonished, never expecting that just glancing at the Death God could actually grant the Black Forest Lord a promotion—

schedule.

But then I thought, if the Death Saints fail to summon the Wicked God, wouldn't the Lord of the Black Forest never be able to fulfill this condition in his lifetime?

Good fortune and misfortune are interdependent; the ancients were right.

However, judging from the current development trend, it seems to be different from the "major misfortune" predicted by the actuaries?

"Could it be that the actuary's level is too low, causing a deviation in the calculation?"

Lu Yan seemed to be deep in thought, and at this moment, the Death God in the center of the arena had its body fully revealed to everyone under the nourishment of the black energy.

To Lu Yan's surprise, after the Death God descended, it did not respond to the Death Saint who summoned it. Instead, it turned its dark eyes on him first.

With just a glance, Lu Yan felt an unprecedented sense of fear throughout his entire body and even his soul.

That is the emotion that every living being experiences when facing death—an emotion that runs deep in their bones and is irresistible.

"Is this because they stole too much of the essence of the Demon God before, and now they've come to settle accounts?"

Lu Yan thought to himself, and a white flame instantly ignited in his soul, burning away the piercing fear.

Fortunately, the Death God did not pay much attention to him, and the dark light once again shone towards the direction of the Divine Tree Palace.

There, the power of the Primordial Divine Tree, which the sleeve desperately needs, is the key to breaking free from the shackles of the gray mist and truly descending upon this world.

But it was at this very glance that the body of the Death God suddenly twisted violently, the black energy surging erratically, as if it would dissipate into the air at any moment.

Seeing this, the Death Saints became extremely anxious.

He knew better than anyone that the will and power of the Death God could not remain outside the gray fog for long. Without a physical body to carry it, it would soon be forcibly pulled back into the gray fog by the rules of this world.

If that happens, their long-planned scheme will fail completely, and all the blood sacrifices and sacrifices will be in vain!

Xue Jiansheng seemed to have also sensed the instability of the Ghost God. Without the slightest hesitation, he made a grasping motion with his right hand, and all the floating phantoms of the Holy Sword around him returned, condensing in his palm into a silver longsword with an ordinary appearance but containing a powerful will.

This sword has no ornate decorations, yet it exudes a chilling punitive power, as if all evil in the world would be thoroughly punished under its blade.

"A divine artifact of power!"

The Shadow Serpent Saint immediately noticed something amiss, his expression changed drastically, and without hesitation, he vanished into the shadows, attempting to escape.

He knew all too well that once Xue Jiansheng seized power, these followers of the Deceitful Saint would have no power to fight back.

But how could Xue Hanyi let him have his way?

An ancient, ancient book of laws suddenly appeared, its golden light instantly dispelling the surrounding shadows and forcibly exposing the Shadow Serpent Saint's figure to the light of day.

On the other side, the Blood Saint, seeing this, did not flee. Instead, a madness flashed in his eyes. He launched a counterattack instead of retreating, intending to fight to the death, but was stopped by Wan Zhuliu who arrived in time.

With the blood sacrifice already underway, Wan Zhuliu no longer needed to guard against any other unexpected events, and naturally would no longer allow these saints to act recklessly.

Seeing that the other two saints were all bound, the Death Saint became increasingly uneasy.

The reason was simple: after the god he summoned descended, it lingered for too long and did not, as planned, search for the monstrous body they had hidden among the refugees.

It should be noted that in order to forge that monstrous body, the four saints joined forces and launched large-scale blood sacrifices in multiple shelters, consuming countless flesh and souls, before finally succeeding in forging it in Shelter 041.

Although the body was imperfect, it was enough to bear the will and power of the Death God, allowing it to remain in this world for a long time.

However, the Death God is slow to enter the body, and if this continues, something bad might really happen.

"My God—"

Thinking of this, the Death Saint was about to step forward to remind him, but he saw the Death God suddenly turn his head, his dark eyes fixed on him, devoid of any warmth.

Not only that, the mark of the evil god deep in his soul suddenly shone, actively resonating with the will of the death evil god, and an irresistible suction force came from the evil god's body.

In an instant, the Death Saint's face turned deathly pale, and he instantly understood.

The Death God intends to parasitize him!

He wanted to beg for mercy, but the ever-approaching pressure of death left him without the strength to even open his mouth.

He couldn't understand why the strange god's body, which he had prepared long ago, had suddenly disappeared.

But at this moment, no one will answer his questions.

The will of the Death God surged into his body like a tide, and his originally distorted and unstable aura gradually stabilized.

Everyone present paled, and even the bound Shadow Serpent Saint and Flesh Saint showed a hint of fear in their eyes.

In whatever form, the Deathly Ghost has officially descended.

Even though this body will eventually collapse, this brief period of time is enough to kill everyone present.

This also includes those who are followers of the evil god!

There is no such thing as friendship between the demon gods, and besides, they are just believers who can be abandoned at any time.

But soon, both of their gazes turned to Xue Jiansheng in the arena.

At this moment, Xue Jiansheng had completed the condensation of his own authority, and his aura was getting closer and closer to that of a god. He was only one step away from taking the opportunity of killing the evil god to achieve Sequence 3 and truly become a god.

This crucial step fell to the Death God.

The next instant, Xue Jiansheng thrust out his sword with a seemingly ordinary movement, without any earth-shattering power, yet he arrived in front of the Death God in the blink of an eye.

That was a sword strike imbued with the authority of punishment, ignoring spatial distance and aimed directly at the heart of the evil god.

The Death God was adapting to the body of the Death Saint when, caught off guard, he was stabbed hard in the chest by a longsword.

In an instant, pure and dazzling holy light shot out from the longsword, piercing a large, dark hole in the chest of the Death God. Black energy continuously overflowed from the hole, emitting a sizzling burning sound.

Even so, the Death God remained indifferent. As death energy surged around him, his damaged chest instantly healed without leaving a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a jet-black scythe materialized in the hand of the Death God, and with a gentle swing, a dense aura of death swept out.

The Shadow Serpent Saint and the Flesh Saint, who were originally bound, were decapitated before they could even scream, their souls and flesh being completely absorbed by the scythe.

In an instant, the aura of the Death God surged again, and its form became even more solid.

Based on the flesh and soul of four saints, his body at this moment is no weaker than the mortal body they prepared in advance!

At that very moment, the panel in front of Lu Yan suddenly started flashing wildly, and warnings from the actuary popped up one after another.

The words "extremely ominous" were like a blood-red brand, almost bursting through the panel.

Even so, Lu Yan felt no fear. Instead, he slowly gripped the Thousand Cuts sword in his hand, his fingertips tracing the Boundary Severing Silk ribbon wrapped around the hilt.

A failure rate of 98% —

That means there's still a 2% chance of success.

We have no choice but to take a gamble!