"Taixu!"
His furious roar echoed through the void, shattering the sky for thousands of miles. Watching Shi Lan's retreating figure, Lin Dou felt as if his insides were burning. His silver hair stood on end, and he wished he could follow her through the spatial passage, storm into the Divine Court, and fight her to the death.
But the last vestige of reason told him that doing so would be no different from courting death. He had nowhere to vent his hatred, and the resentment lodged in his heart until he nearly spat blood.
That silver lamp had been at his side since the moment of his birth. He had nurtured it step by step, from an ordinary divine artifact to a master divine artifact, and it had accompanied him ever since. Its significance to him was beyond measure.
He had only just taken it out after weighing the matter countless times in his mind. He had decided to trade it for a chance at survival for his subordinate deities and believers. Yet this was how it had ended. He couldn't accept it; his heart felt as if it had sunk to the bottom of an abyss.
"Please calm your anger, Divine Lord."
Suddenly, a figure appeared before Lin Dou. He wore a black robe and had a lean build, yet every movement brimmed with a force that seemed capable of smashing heaven and earth. His eyes were dark and bright, full of life.
"You're from another realm."
At a glance, Lin Dou had seen through the newcomer's origins. In this world, unless one was a deity sustained by incense offerings, no ordinary being could reach such a realm of cultivation. Moreover, from the moment they met, Lin Dou had felt an inexplicable aversion to him.
"I am Xu Cheng.