"It's been a long time since I last did this. I'm getting a little rusty."
Qian Chaoguang murmured under his breath as he silently constructed a Spell Model. With his left hand, he forcefully pinched Zhou Weiqing's divine soul.
A tiny spiraling column of Soul Power, like a tornado, formed and was drawn into the Sea of Consciousness by his vast Divine Sense.
The layers of firewalls Zhou Weiqing had set up within his Sea of Consciousness were violently shattered.
Before the God of Undead, who wielded Soul Authority, they were utterly useless.
Very soon, the memories of Zhou Weiqing's entire life played out before Qian Chaoguang scene by scene.
With his current Spiritual Power, reading memories was extremely fast.
Not long after, Qian Chaoguang opened his eyes. He had finished processing the memories.
Zhou Weiqing's divine soul no longer showed the slightest fluctuation.
Even Old Tree himself did not know.
Qian Chaoguang's ambitions were immense.
Qian Chaoguang's entire body began to stretch, gradually growing taller as a strange golden radiance spread from head to toe.
The nascent soul, which had already grown to nearly the same size as Qian Chaoguang's original body, opened its eyes.
Before truly beginning, he had already studied the Godhood Compendium left behind by Great Emperor Guangming countless times, rehearsing every detail until he knew them by heart.
"Roar."
It transformed into an embossed pattern that revolved around the nascent soul, continuously emitting wave after wave of heavy, majestic power of national fortune, shrouding Qian Chaoguang's divine body in a layer of purple mist.
The God of Destruction zombie let out a low roar and staggered away.
The deep-purple Dragon of National Fortune, edged in gold, was nearly condensing into a complete physical form. Its magnificent dragon scales were vividly lifelike.
At the shortest, it