The Holy Spirit Cult! Gu Yue's Fury: You Ruined My Chance to Cuddle My Wife-You Deserve to Die!

The Black-Robed Person stood with his hands behind his back.

He watched Lin An bow his head and stroke the girl's hair, then nodded in satisfaction.

So, he really had sunk into his grief and couldn't pull himself out?

"For ten thousand years, the gods' bestowed Soul Rings have ceased to appear, and the divine oracles have gone unanswered."

The Black-Robed Person lifted his head and gazed at the dark-red horizon. His voice was steeped in the weight of the ages.

"Do you know what exactly happened to the Divine Realm?"

Lin An raised his eyes to look at him.

As someone who had crossed over, he knew more about the Divine Realm than anyone.

But he said nothing.

He merely watched the Black-Robed Person in silence, waiting for his next performance.

The Black-Robed Person felt a little unsettled under that pair of overly clear eyes.

This kid... was he really only ten?

He cleared his throat and swept out a sleeve.

The scene changed in an instant.

The ruins vanished.

An endless starry sky unfurled beneath their feet.

Stars flickered in the distance, and at the edge of sight, a force beyond description devoured everything.

A black hole large enough to contain an entire continent was slowly turning.

It swallowed the glorious Divine Realm, along with the endless stars around it, and annihilated them.

"This is the last sight of the Divine Realm that the lower world could observe."

The Black-Robed Person's voice was solemn and heavy with grief.

"The Divine Realm has been shattered. This world has no protection, no divine power. Order has collapsed, and the future is cut off."

He waved his hand again.

The starry sky shattered, and the ruins reappeared.

Lin An lowered his head.

Gu Yue, in his arms, seemed even weaker now. She gazed up at him pitifully with those damp, violet eyes.

He rolled his eyes inwardly and unconsciously gave her waist a gentle pinch.

Hm?

Softer than he'd expected.

The girl in his arms gave an almost imperceptible shiver.

Lin An's hand paused.

Had he imagined it?

Had she just moved?

The Black-Robed Person didn't notice anything amiss. He spread his arms, his voice rising with fervor.

"But you are different. Lin An, you possess a talent we do not."

He lowered his head, eyes shining as he stared fixedly at Lin An.

"In just a few years, you turned an obscure little merchant guild into a behemoth the world looks up to. Could that have been mere luck? You are the child of destiny, cherished by this world, born to face its calamity."

He extended a hand, palm up, in a reverent gesture.

"Come, join us. Together, we will create a new world. We will build a new divine kingdom on earth, and we will become the new gods."

His voice was low and full of seduction.

"And you will become the cornerstone of that new world."

"You will become—"

"The Child of the Holy Spirit."

The four words echoed over the ruins, wrapped in the solemnity of a sacred rite.

Then.

The corners of Lin An's mouth slowly curled up.

He tilted his head, undisguised scorn rising in his eyes.

"Are you serious?"

The Black-Robed Person's movements faltered slightly.

"Child of the Holy Spirit?"

Lin An's voice was soft, but every word rang clear.

"Wasn't it your Holy Spirit Cult that showed the Abyss Plane the way into Douluo, allowing it to invade so easily?"

The Black-Robed Person's hand, still suspended in the air, went rigid.

"You haven't offered me a single benefit, yet you expect me to join you? You even want Universal Group at your disposal?"

Lin An looked at him with an almost-smile. "Do you really take me for a fool?"

Dead silence.

The wind over the ruins suddenly stopped.

The Black-Robed Person slowly lowered his hand.

The gaze beneath his hood shifted from reverence to greed, from compassion to murderous intent.

"Since that's the case—"

All solemnity drained from his voice, leaving only naked savagery.

"Then I'll have to ask you to disappear."

He raised his hand, fingers curling into a claw.

Inky black mist gathered in his palm, writhing like a living thing as it let out a piercing shriek.

"I'll completely obliterate your mind, then take control of your body. I may lose most of your memories, but with your status, you'll be more than enough to take over Universal Group."

He licked his lips, his voice brimming with greedy excitement.

"A god-tier mecha, an empire of wealth—when I think of the profits, it hardly seems a waste to deal with you personally."

Lin An stood where he was.

He didn't even take half a step back.

His clear eyes rested calmly on the Black-Robed Person, without fear, panic, or anger.

Only a kind of indifference so faint it was almost boredom.

The Black-Robed Person's movements stopped.

"You..."

He stared at Lin An, searching his eyes for even the slightest sign of pretense.

There was nothing.

Not a thing.

The ten-year-old boy looked at him as if he were a street performer clown, not even worth a round of applause.

An inexplicable chill rose from the depths of the Black-Robed Person's heart.

Something was wrong.

There was no way a ten-year-old child could stay this calm when threatened with death.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed his unease.

"Quit your charade."

Pfft.

A soft sound rang out.

The Black-Robed Person froze.

He slowly lowered his head.

A pale hand had pierced straight through his chest.

Its fingers were long and slender, its knuckles sharply defined, and a few drops of black liquid clung to its tips.

The liquid slid down the fingers and dripped onto the charred ground, where it hissed and sizzled.

"Have you finished babbling?"

A cold voice rang out from behind him, each word forced through clenched teeth and wrapped in bone-chilling killing intent.

Gu Yue had appeared behind him at some point.

The gusting black mist whipped her silver-white hair into a wild flurry.

Her violet eyes had turned into icy vertical pupils, narrowed to thin slits and gleaming with a frigid light.

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for this chance?"

Her voice was so low that only the Black-Robed Person could hear her.

"I finally made it into An'an's dream, and I'd even planned out my lines."

"The apocalypse descends, I take a fatal blow for him and fall gravely wounded. He holds me and cries, and then I can take the opportunity to—"

She drew a deep breath and said no more.

But her hand tightened abruptly.

"Then you came along."

Crack.

Fine fractures spread from the wound in the Black-Robed Person's chest, branching out like a spiderweb. Each one shimmered with silver light.

"Babbling nonsense."

Crack.

"Going on and on."

Crack.

"And ruining the whole mood."

Gu Yue's eyes reddened slightly, whether from anger or grievance.

"You even made me give myself away."

She'd just been enjoying the warmth of Lin An's embrace. The boy's body heat seeped through their clothes, and his cool, clean scent lingered at the tip of her nose.

She'd been thinking she should snuggle closer, and had even started planning how to wrap her arms around him more tightly—

Then this damned Black-Robed Person had appeared out of nowhere and ruined everything.

The Black-Robed Person's body trembled violently.

His dream projection began to shudder unsteadily, its edges rippling like water.

"How... how is this possible?"

His voice was full of disbelief.

"Impossible! This is a dream created by my Soul Skill! I'm invincible here! You're nothing but a sliver of subconsciousness. How could you—"

Gu Yue didn't let him finish.

She clenched her hand.

Silver-white light burst from her palm, like a cold moon rising above the ruins.

The Black-Robed Person's body was swallowed by the light in an instant.

There was no scream.

No struggle.

Like a sheet of paper tossed into a furnace, he silently vanished in the searing blaze of light.