Phanes Won the War but is Dying! Sky Island Becomes Ruins, Divine Body Cracked Like Broken Porcelain

"He succeeded."

He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it made everyone's hearts sink.

"From today onwards, any living being on the Teyvat continent, upon entering this desert and seeing this Heavenly Nail, will remember the majesty of the Heavenly Principles. Fear will become the most stable cornerstone of his rule."

Huo Yuhao's lips were a little pale. His spiritual power could faintly sense that beneath the giant nail, the Dragon King called Apep, His consciousness was still clear.

Clearly enduring decay and torture, every minute, every second.

"He's still alive..." Huo Yuhao's voice trembled, "He... can feel everything."

The dead silence of the desert seemed to transcend the light screen, seeping into everyone's bones. Huo Yuhao's trembling words, "He... can feel everything," were like an invisible needle, piercing everyone's hearts. To clearly endure eternal torment, what kind of despair would that be.

Just as the oppressive atmosphere solidified to its peak, the scene in the light screen changed without warning. The camera no longer focused on the giant nail piercing heaven and earth, nor lingered on Apep's contorted body. It began to rapidly ascend, passing through the withered yellow desert, over the thin clouds, all the way up, and up, as if to take everyone to the abode of the gods.

"Where are we going?" He Caitou couldn't help but ask, breaking the dead silence.

No one answered him. Everyone's gaze was locked onto the light screen. They saw an island floating in the sky. It should have been sacred, majestic, and radiant. But what appeared before them now was a... crumbling ruin.

Yes, a ruin. The Sky Island, which should have been the cornerstone of the Divine Kingdom, was now extremely dim. The massive island itself was covered in a web of hideous cracks, as if it would completely shatter in the next second and fall from the heavens to the mortal world.

"How could this be?" Ning Rongrong covered her mouth, her face full of disbelief. "The victor's Divine Kingdom... why is it so dilapidated?"

"This... this doesn't make sense!" Dai Hao frowned. As a Duke, he couldn't understand the scene before him. "They won the war, but their own nest is about to collapse?"

Emperor Xueye's face, which had just regained a hint of color, turned pale again. He had just despaired at the power of the "Heavenly Principles" god who could kill gods and buddhas, but in the blink of an eye, the god's home had become like a dangerous building. This huge contrast made his already fragile nerves tense again.

The camera in the light screen did not stop. It passed through the broken shield of the Sky Island and entered the interior of the floating Divine City. Finally, it stopped before a grand but silent throne. Seated on the throne was a figure. That should be "Heavenly Principles," the new god who had just nailed the Dragon King to the Earth, Phanes.

But when everyone saw His appearance clearly, all the boiling anger, all the fear, all the reverence, froze in an instant, replaced by a more extreme, soul-deep shock.

The god on the throne did not have the triumphant spirit of a victor. His body was like a piece of porcelain that had been shattered and then clumsily pieced back together, covered in hideous cracks. Those cracks were deep enough to see bone, and what seeped out was not divine radiance, but a heart-stopping, abyssal aura filled with decay and ill omen.

That violent power of the Abyss was constantly eroding the Power of Order within His origin, like maggots gnawing at the bones. The four pairs of Light Wings behind Him, which should have blotted out the sky, were now completely extinguished, hanging powerlessly like withered branches.

The light was fading. Gasping for breath. This was no majestic new god, but a dying god who had suffered a fatal blow and could fall at any moment!

"He... he..." The Dragon Prince pointed at the figure in the light screen, unable to even form a complete sentence due to extreme shock.

In the Dragon God's crimson eyes, the surging killing intent instantly solidified, then transformed into a cold scrutiny tinged with a hint of ecstasy. "So that's how it is... So that's how it is!"

"The Throne War... although he won, he paid a price we can't imagine," Rong Nianbing murmured. He finally understood why the Dragon King's desperate storm contained a trace of unwillingness and a mad curse. It turned out her enemy was also at the end of his rope.

Ji Dong and Lie Yan exchanged a glance, seeing the same shock in each other's eyes. They had faced the enforcers of the God Realm and knew how powerful deities were. But this one before them, who was powerful enough to suppress a Dragon King, was himself on the verge of death. Just how tragic was that "Throne War"?

"The curse of the Abyss..." A'Dai, the God of Death, had a blank expression. The twisted look on his face due to Apep's fate now turned into understanding. "He played with life and death, but was also caught by death and decay. Truly... a brilliant irony."

"A dying god dares to insult my Dragon King like this!" The Dragon God's roar sounded again, but this time, within the rage, there was an undisguised killing intent. The enemy was not invincible. He was very weak!

Chang Gongwei, Lei Xiang, and the others exchanged glances. The reversal was too fast, catching them off guard. "So, he nailed that Dragon King there and extracted its life force to... save himself?"

"Not just to save himself," Tian Hen shook his head. The trace of pity on his face had disappeared, replaced by a coldness that saw through the entire situation. "It was also to deter. He had to use the most cruel and bloody methods to conceal the fact that he was dying. He wanted the entire Teyvat continent to live under his terror, so that no one would dare to challenge a Sky Island that was about to fall."

"An empty shell..." Ye Yinzhu opened his eyes and said softly, "A god who used fear and brutality to disguise himself, an empty shell."

Zi tightly hugged his arm, her body no longer trembling. Once the source of fear revealed its weak nature, the fear itself was no longer so terrifying.

The members of the Tang Sect and Shrek Academy fell into a dead silence.

Bei Bei opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time. Xu Sanshi and He Caitou exchanged glances, seeing the absurdity in each other's eyes. Xiao Xiao and Tang Ya breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy stone had been lifted from their hearts.

Niu Tian and Titan, two men like iron towers, were also stunned. They had just been terrified by that divine punishment-like power, only to find that the god himself was about to die.