The cosmic god corpse before him was no different from the one Gao Gong had seen before.
It lay sprawled across the sea of stars, like a self-contained pathological wonder on a cosmic scale.
At the same time, it resembled a colossal coffin wrapped in layers of cosmic membrane, formed from countless aged and necrotic things forcibly maintained in a state of "existence."
Relying on the power of the Rotten God System, Gao Gong charged straight into the outermost "cosmic corpse-wax layer" of the god corpse, followed by the "corrupt blood layer."
The ultimate concepts of "death," "silence," "annihilation," "nothingness," "the end," and "demise" once again surged into his senses like a flood.
This time, he did not resist. He allowed the flood to seep into every inch of his existence. Within a few breaths, the vibrant aura of life on his body rapidly withered and faded away, replaced by a dense, decayed corpse aura of the same origin as his surroundings. It was as though he had always been part of this coffin and had merely just returned.
Just as the transformation was nearly complete but not quite finished, a point of dazzling light tried to break free from his body. It shot out like a miniature dying star.
But before it could fly far, the half-solidified temporal corpse wax around it silently enveloped and swallowed it. Its light dimmed instantly and fell silent, like a tiny insect forgotten in amber.
Gao Gong cast an indifferent glance at the direction where the light had vanished. He knew what it was, but it was irrelevant.
The remnant of an eighth-order Beauty God ultimately could not withstand a ninth-order god corpse.
``` [Ding ding, your Rotten God System has advanced from a small-to-medium god system to a medium god system]
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