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In the void, the high priest's aura continued to rise.

The gray power of rules flowed slowly around him, no longer violent or chaotic, but orderly, like a series of precisely operating gears.

His divine kingdom unfolded completely at this moment.

That was no ordinary divine kingdom, but an ancient kingdom that had existed for hundreds of millions of years.

A gray mist swirled within, and countless decaying buildings appeared and disappeared in the mist.

The buildings were dilapidated, yet they still exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

In the deepest part of the kingdom of God, there is a huge altar.

The altar houses a statue of the god of mist, its surface shimmering with a faint gray light, blending seamlessly with the entire divine realm.

The high priest stood in the center of the divine kingdom, looking down at Lin Xiao.

"Lin Xiao." His voice was terrifyingly calm. "You are the first person in hundreds of millions of years to have injured me at the eighth rank."

"This talent and this strength are truly worthy of respect."

"But that's all."

"The difference between the ninth rank and the eighth rank is beyond your imagination!"

He raised his right hand, and the gray mist in the divine realm began to condense.

The mist transformed into countless fine threads, each thread containing the power to corrupt everything.

The threads came from all directions, coiling around Lin Xiao. They weren't fast, but there was no way to avoid them.

Lin Xiao's pupils contracted slightly.

The omniscient rules operate at full power, capturing the trajectory of every single thread.

But there were so many threads, so dense and overwhelming, that there was nowhere to hide.

He gritted his teeth, unleashed his miniature universe at full power, and a seven-colored barrier condensed around him.

The threads collided with the barrier.

This time, there was no violent explosion, no dazzling light.

There was only one kind of silent erosion—those threads clung to the barrier, frantically corroding its surface.

Lin Xiao could feel that his miniature universe was being eroded.

Those gray threads, like countless leeches, greedily sucked up the power of the miniature universe.

His strength is rapidly diminishing.

"It's useless." The high priest's voice came from the divine realm. "My corrupt rules can even erode the rules themselves. Your miniature universe may be strong, but it is, after all, a nascent universe with an unstable foundation."

"It won't last long against my decaying power."

Lin Xiao did not speak.

He gritted his teeth and activated the rules of the Myriad Realities to the fullest extent, trying to resist the erosion of those threads.

But as the high priest said, his miniature universe was too young.

When faced with this decaying force that has existed for billions of years, its resistance is far less than that of mature universes.

The barrier is getting thinner and thinner, and the cracks are increasing.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lin Xiao's mouth again.

But he did not give up.

His omniscient rules continue to operate at full capacity, capturing every detail within the High Priest's divine realm.

That altar, that statue of the god of mist, the patterns of the flowing gray mist—

He's looking for it.

Find an opportunity.

Find an opportunity that will allow him to launch another attack.

The high priest seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"Trying to fight back?" he said softly. "You're really overestimating yourself."

With a wave of his right hand, the gray threads suddenly tightened.

Lin Xiao's barrier shattered instantly, and countless threads wrapped around his body.

The moment those threads touched his skin, they began to erode it relentlessly.

His power of rules was repeatedly defeated by the silk threads, and his body was rapidly weakening.

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth and unleashed the full power of the Myriad Realities True Self Rule.

A seven-colored light surged from his body, momentarily shaking apart the threads.

It was in that very moment.

Lin Xiao's figure disappeared from the spot.

His omniscient rule detected an extremely subtle fluctuation in that instant—in the High Priest's divine kingdom, the connection between the statue of the God of Mist and the entire divine kingdom would experience an extremely brief fluctuation every so often.

That fluctuation was the only flaw in the High Priest's power cycle.

Lin Xiao appeared at the edge of the divine kingdom and punched the statue.

The high priest's expression finally changed.

"You dare!"

He roared, and the gray power of the rules surged wildly, trying to stop Lin Xiao.

But it was too late.

Lin Xiao's fist had already slammed into the statue.

boom--!

The entire divine kingdom trembled violently.

A fine crack appeared on the statue.

The high priest's body jolted violently, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned deathly pale.

That statue was the medium through which he connected with the god of mist, and also the core of his divine kingdom.

If the statue is damaged, his divine kingdom will also be damaged, and his power will also be diminished.

Lin Xiao's figure was thrown back by the force of the divine kingdom's recoil, tumbling dozens of times in the void before he could barely regain his footing.

His body was covered in wounds, and the corrosive marks left by the gray threads continued to spread.

But a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Because he saw it.

A crack appeared in the High Priest's divine realm after the statue was damaged.

A tiny, but real, crack.

The high priest wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and looked at Lin Xiao.

Anger and calmness intertwined in his eyes, creating an extremely terrifying expression.

"Lin Xiao." His voice was as cold as frost. "How dare you touch His Majesty's statue."

"You deserve to die."

He raised his hands, and the gray power of rules condensed once more.

But this time, he didn't rush to attack.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, the anger in them had completely disappeared.

Instead, he wore a calm, almost cold expression.

He calmed down.

Lin Xiao could sense that the High Priest's aura had changed once again.

It was no longer the furious rage, nor the calm composure of before, but something far more terrifying—

That was genuine killing intent.

It is a pure, unadulterated killing intent accumulated over hundreds of millions of years.

"Very good," the high priest said softly. "You've successfully made me take this seriously."

His divine kingdom began to shrink, from its original size covering the entire star field to a mere tens of thousands of miles in radius.

But the shrunken divine kingdom became even more solid and terrifying.

The gray mist no longer surged, but remained still, like a gray ocean.

In the deepest part of the ocean, the damaged statue is slowly being repaired, but unlike before, the cracks on the statue have not disappeared, but have turned into strange runes.

Those runes exuded a chilling aura.

Lin Xiao's pupils contracted slightly.

He could sense that the High Priest's power had become even more terrifying after the divine kingdom shrank.

This change immediately put Lin Xiao on alert.