As the dark-gold radiance representing [Immovable Mountain Armor] slowly merged into Zong Shen's divine body, he clearly felt that heavy power rising from the depths of the earth.
This heavy armor was not worn upon his body in physical form.
Instead, it transformed directly into dark-gold law patterns, branded beneath his skin, still resonating with his Chaos divinity.
A mountain-like sense of steadiness emanated from the shoulder guards.
The relief of mountains and rivers across his chest seemed to rise and fall faintly with the rhythm of his energy.
Every heartbeat and pulse of divine power produced an exceedingly subtle resonance with the Ice Abyss wreckage beneath his feet.
Zong Shen clenched his fist.
He savored the feeling of another layer of solid defense within his body.
The smile at the corner of his lips deepened.
Then he raised his head and turned his gaze forward once more.
The dazzlingly magnificent Chaos Roulette still floated silently in the air.
Upon its hazy gray backdrop, seven-colored radiance flowed eternally.
Countless phantom images of divine artifacts within the seven corresponding regions flickered and leaped without pause.
It was as though it held countless sealed treasures in storage.
They were waiting for the one lucky person to lift the curtain and grant them a chance to reappear in the world.
The Chaos nebula at the center of the roulette turned slowly, like a lazy eye containing endless possibilities, silently watching him, the newborn God of Chaos.
"Three chances left."
Zong Shen murmured to himself.
His voice stirred faint echoes through the shattered space of ice crystals.
The excitement in his eyes did not diminish after his consecutive gains. Instead, it burned even hotter.
Now came the tenth draw.
Zong Shen took a breath.
The frigid air, carrying lingering fragments of laws, flowed into