Qin Chuan sat upright on a throne woven entirely from pure Divine Blood and deep shadow. Crimson and black, two utterly opposing colors, blended perfectly across his body in an uncanny, majestic balance.
Power surged through every limb and bone. Every inch of flesh and every bone seemed to rejoice, greedily absorbing the vast energy pouring from the Divine Throne.
Qin Chuan lowered his gaze to the transformed Death Shadow Suit.
All eight pieces, once merely Lower Divine Artifacts, had advanced to Mid-Rank Divine Artifacts.
The shadows hanging from the edge of his hood had deepened, as though they could swallow all light; the Shadow Runes engraved on his breastplate intertwined with newly formed blood-red patterns, radiating a chilling aura of destruction; his gauntlets and boots fit more closely than ever, their flowing light almost alive.
This was more than an improvement in quality. The suit had fused deeply with his own powers.
He could clearly feel every part of it resonating subtly with the trace of Blood-and-Space Authority he had just gained.
I won the gamble... but this is only the beginning.
Qin Chuan considered his next move with a cool head.
He had seized control of the Divine Throne's construction and gained an initial grasp of its power, but the Heart of Divine Remains was far greater than he had imagined.
He had no intention of becoming an appendage of the heart. He meant to become its true master.
At the bottom of the valley, the mountain-sized heart still beat rhythmically. Each pulse resonated with the Blood Divine Throne beneath Qin Chuan, as though the two were communicating without words.
Even the chaotic Law Nebula around them seemed much calmer now. Wisps of Law Fragments were drawn toward the Divine Throne and slowly absorbed into it.
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