The meeting room fell into deathly silence.
A wisp of decay bearing the same origin.
Those words carried tremendous weight—enough to make Dies Martin put away his usual carefree demeanor.
Alesha's expression had never been more solemn. She slowly began to speak, her voice heavy with the weight of history.
"A thousand years ago, I came into contact with the Black Death for the first time. With Mr. Shadow's help, I used Shadow Power to suppress it. At the time, I vaguely suspected that it wasn't a plague of the mortal world. It was a curse targeting 'Divinity' itself, a cancerous mutation of the Godhead, the withering of laws."
"Once entangled by it, a deity's Divine Essence will be continuously eroded and corrupted, transforming into meaningless necrotic matter. The more power a deity uses, the more intense the erosion becomes. To delay its onset, the only method is to use most of one's own Divine Might to suppress and seal it."
Her words provided the perfect footnote to Qin Chuan's deduction.
"So," Qin Chuan picked up the thread, "the reason the God of Light has remained stuck at the High God realm for the past ten thousand years isn't that he doesn't want to advance. It's that he can't."
"To break through to the Main God rank, he would need to mobilize all his Divine Essence and comprehension of the laws. That would instantly detonate the 'Black Death' within his body and cause his Godhead to completely collapse."
"So he can only maintain the status quo, like someone clutching a barrel of explosives and carefully maintaining his balance."
Dies Martin let out a low curse. He finally understood.
"So that's how it is! No wonder they've been so constrained ever since descending! No wonder the God of War and the