Qin Chuan stood before the throne woven of crimson and shadow. The entire valley floor pulsed to his will.
The mountain-sized Heart of Divine Remains had grown as docile as a tamed beast. With every beat, it sent the purest Divine Blood power through the Blood Divine Throne in a steady stream to the "False Blood God" seated upon it—a figure identical to Qin Chuan.
The "False Blood God" sat with its eyes closed, divine light flowing over its body as its aura climbed visibly higher.
It drank in the Heart of Divine Remains' vast energy like a whale swallowing the sea. The Divine Patterns of shadow and blood covering its body grew ever more intricate and arcane, while its pressure drew closer and closer to that of a true god.
"What a work of art!" Dies Martin exclaimed. "He didn't just fool a god's heart. Now he's using its power to 'feed' a counterfeit he made himself? He's taking Deception all the way!"
Ripples stirred in the Night Power around Alesha. She gazed at Qin Chuan's back, then at the "False Blood God" rapidly growing stronger on the throne. "I knew Mr. Shadow could work miracles," she said softly.
Qin Chuan had seized control of the Heart of Divine Remains and, through the perfect medium of the "False Blood God," turned this region's power to his own use.
It was a shot in the arm for both Dies Martin and Alesha, bolstering even these two gods.
But this was only the beginning.
Qin Chuan knew one thing with absolute clarity: if he walked out of here safely with such a staggering prize,
the gods would meet him with thunderous fury and an endless hunt!
The Undead and the Abyss had yet to make their real move.
More chilling still