Victory of the Godly Thought

Under the assault of this power, the Godly Thought had no choice but to draw on his fundamental power. Otherwise, the force of distortion would kill him.

The Godly Thought knew Chen Cheng and the others were forcing his hand. They wanted Chen Cheng to seize the instant he drew in power, find its source, and sever his connection to it.

But even knowing it was a trap, he had no choice. The attack unleashed by that wretched beast Song Dragon truly could inflict grievous harm on him.

He might not die, but his escape after a thousand years would have been for nothing. The Great Wall where Lyka had suppressed him all those years ago would seal him away again.

And being sealed away once more was something he absolutely could not accept.

"Since you want to see it, I shall let you see your fill."

The Godly Thought's power surged like a flood through opened gates. The towering wave it raised rushed straight into Song Dragon's mental attack.

At the same time, Chen Cheng closed his eyes and looked inward. He entered his Consciousness Void, connected with the Eyes-Closed Deity formed from his Consciousness Body, and used the Godly Eye to look at the Godly Thought.

The world before Chen Cheng changed in an instant. He no longer saw a world of distinct shapes, but an abstract painting made of bands of color.

Against that painting, the Godly Thought looked like a glaring drop of black ink that had appeared out of nowhere.

Countless black threads were attached to that inkblot. The thickest ran to the statue in the central square beneath their feet.

He had looked at the Godly Thought for only an instant when the Godly Thought sensed his gaze. The thick thread suddenly became a