Divine Calamity Descends: A Decade Ahead of Global Dominance

Silence reigned before the precipice.

Su Zihan's trembling voice fell, "We are all sacrifices."

That sentence extinguished even the last shred of hope.

The faces of the stewed goose in the iron pot and Qi Qi instantly turned pale. They didn't understand anything about resonant frequency, but the word "sacrifice" made their hearts tighten.

The veins on the back of Zhuang Bugui's hand, gripping the short knife, bulged. He stared intently at the ground, his eyes burning with a desire to tear out whatever was 300 meters underground.

"Boss..." he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse and tinged with confusion.

However, Wang Yan did not show any of the expressions they had expected.

He remained silent for three seconds.

Then, a low laugh rolled down his throat.

"Heh...hehe..."

The laughter grew louder and louder, eventually echoing throughout the entire cliff.

Hahahahaha.

Everyone was a little stunned by his laughter.

Su Zihan looked at Wang Yan's abnormal behavior and couldn't understand his reaction. Her data model couldn't explain this emotional response.

"Are you... insane?" she asked instinctively.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

Wang Yan lowered his head, a certain light flashing in his dark eyes.

"Crazy? No." Wang Yan stared at Su Zihan, emphasizing each word, "I'm just... excited."

"You think this is a dead end?"

Wang Yan held up one finger and shook it.

"Wrong, this is the real way to play Eternal Plane."

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"It wants to sacrifice itself? It wants to use me and that level 45 judge as nourishment to complete its own transformation?"

"OK."

"I'll help it."

Su Zihan was completely stunned.

Wang Yan's gaze swept over everyone present. His voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable power: "Since we are all sacrifices, there is no such thing as high or low status. If it wants to eat the judge, I will be responsible for washing the judge's neck clean and serving it to its mouth."

"but……"

His tone suddenly shifted, and his voice turned icy.

"Wait until it opens its mouth and eats with the most relish..."

"I'll gut it."

"Take it, along with that judge who hasn't been digested yet, and turn it into my nourishment."

Everyone present couldn't help but shiver.

This man's thinking cannot be understood by common sense. He wants to turn the problem into a bigger trap that will drag everyone down with it.

"Your job hasn't changed." Wang Yan's gaze returned to Su Zihan. "I still need you to calculate the core point of the energy impact when the Inquisitor descends."

"This time, it's to find the location of that mouth."

"I need to know where it starts to bite."

Su Zihan's chest heaved violently, her heart pounding faster and faster. An urge to explore the unknown overwhelmed her instincts.

"Okay," she nodded, her eyes sparkling. "But I need more precise data. The energy exchange underground is accelerating, and my analyzer is being severely interfered with."

She had barely finished speaking—

hum.

A dull tremor resounded across the entire back mountain and even the entire starting village.

The energy resonance analyzer in Su Zihan's hand emitted a piercing shriek, the pointer spun wildly, and finally, with a "crack," it exploded into a pile of fragments.

"It... has discovered us!" Su Zihan's expression changed drastically.

Wang Yan's divine perception had already detected the unusual activity.

Beneath the ground, the massive energy source split into tiny strands of black energy, which spread upwards like a spider web.

Sizzle... Sizzle...

The soil beneath their feet began to move on its own.

Twisted arms made of dark gray mist struggled to extend from the ground.

Immediately afterwards, semi-transparent, humanoid silhouettes with indistinct features slowly emerged from the ground. They wore various tattered pieces of equipment, had empty eyes, and emanated energy fluctuations of LV20.

【LV20·Sacrificial Soul Remnant】

[Note: The resentful fragments of the souls of those who were devoured in past rituals are bound here, becoming guardians. 80% physical immunity, 50% energy resistance.]

"Holy crap! What the hell is that?!" The stewed goose in the iron pot yelled and chopped the remnant soul with an axe.

-21.

Where the remnant soul was struck, the mist merely trembled for a moment before instantly returning to normal. Its hollow face turned towards the iron pot, and a misty claw lashed out at its neck with lightning speed.

"Be careful!"

Zhuang Bugui flashed into the distance, appearing in front of the iron pot, his twin swords crossed to parry. The immense force forced him back half a step, his arm going numb.

More remnant souls crawled out of the ground, numbering thirty or forty, and surrounded the five people.

"Physical immunity..." Su Zihan quickly analyzed, "The energy core is in the chest, where the mist is densest. It requires high energy damage, or... a special attribute attack!"

Her gaze fell on the sword on Wang Yan's back.

"Zhuang Bugui, hold the left wing."

"Iron Pot, Qiqi, stand behind me."

Wang Yan's voice was calm as he slowly drew out the God-Slaying Aberration.

The longsword was drawn, and a chilling aura spread out.

The surrounding sacrificial spirits all paused in unison, and for the first time, a sense of fear appeared in their empty eyes.

"It seems you still remember the taste of being devoured," Wang Yan murmured, his figure disappearing from the spot.

He charged straight into the densest part of the encirclement.

puff.

The black blade easily tore open the chest of a remnant soul.

-1580.

A four-figure damage explosion occurred.

The remnant soul couldn't make a sound before its body instantly dissolved, turning into a wisp of black smoke, which was absorbed by the reverse barbs of the God-Slaying Aberration Sword.

Your attack triggered the Abyssal Brand, and the target is corrupted...

[You have slain the remnant soul of the sacrifice, triggering the Causality Plunder...]

Without even glancing at the panel, Wang Yan swung his sword and cleaved another charging remnant soul in half at the waist.

-1602.

It was still a sell-out in seconds.

The Godslayer modifier's effectiveness against divine units, combined with the Abyss Mark's effect on soul entities, makes these monsters with high physical damage reduction utterly vulnerable in his presence.

Wang Yan transformed into a black shadow, weaving through the encirclement of thirty or forty remnant souls. With each flash of sword light, a remnant soul was inevitably swallowed up by the abyssal aura.

Su Zihan stood inside the circle, watching the figure weaving through the ghostly shadows, watching those monsters capable of wiping out a hundred-man team being easily slaughtered by him. For the first time, her proud calculation ability went blank.

This is... a variable?

This is... his trump card?

Twenty seconds later, the last sacrificial remnant soul was pierced through the chest by Wang Yan's sword.

[...Special soul fragment detected. Plunder?]

Wang Yan paused.

Are they fragments of a soul?

"plunder."

A fragmented stream of information flooded into his mind.

That was a perspective of memory that belonged to no one else—

An endless dark void.

A throne built from piles of bones.

The throne was empty.

A vast will echoed in the void:

[...The Thirteenth Era...]

[...The trial begins...]

The ultimate victor will ascend to the throne of the Void Gods...

[...becoming the new...one...]

The video suddenly cut off.

Wang Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just as Wang Yan was processing this information—

Rumbling--

A loud thud echoed from the ground beneath our feet.

The ground where he had unearthed the primordial god-slaying embryo suddenly collapsed, revealing a bottomless black staircase spiraling downwards before everyone's eyes.

An evil aura surged forth from the depths of the earth.

At the same time, the countdown timer for the second sequence trial in the upper right corner of Wang Yan's system panel started jumping wildly without warning.

【09:17:45】

【05:30:11】

【02:00:00】

【00:59:59】

The countdown has been compressed to one hour.

A line of blood-red system notification popped up in front of everyone:

[Warning: The ritual offerings are ready in advance. Second-order Inquisitor Michael the Blasphemer is about to descend.]