Holy Spirit Cult! Gu Yue's Fury: Delaying My Cuddles With My Wife Is A Death Sentence

The figure in the black robe stood with his hands behind his back.

He watched as Lin An lowered his head to stroke the girl's hair, nodding in satisfaction.

As expected, he is trapped in grief, unable to pull himself out?

"For ten thousand years, the God-bestowed soul rings have been severed, and the divine oracles have fallen silent."

The black-robed man looked up toward the dark red horizon, his voice steeped in the vicissitudes of time.

"Do you know what truly happened to the God Realm?"

Lin An raised his eyes to look at him.

As a transmigrator, he knew more about the affairs of the God Realm than anyone else.

But he said nothing.

He simply watched the black-robed man quietly, waiting for his next performance.

The black-robed man felt somewhat uncomfortable under that gaze, which was far too clear.

This brat... is he really only ten years old?

He gave a dry cough and flicked his sleeve.

The scene shifted abruptly.

The ruins vanished.

A boundless starry sky spread out beneath their feet.

Stars flickered, and at the edge of their vision, an indescribable force was devouring everything.

A black hole, vast enough to contain an entire continent, rotated slowly.

It swallowed and annihilated the glorious God Realm, along with the endless stars surrounding it.

"This is the final image of the God Realm that can be observed from the lower realms."

The black-robed man's voice was sorrowful and solemn.

"The God Realm has shattered. This world no longer has protection, no longer has the power of gods; order has collapsed, and the future is severed."

He waved his hand again.

The starry sky shattered, and the ruins reappeared.

Lin An lowered his head.

Gu Yue in his arms seemed to have grown even weaker, looking up at him pitifully with those wet, purple eyes.

He rolled his eyes in his heart, his fingers subconsciously giving her waist a light pinch.

Hm?

Softer than expected.

The girl in his arms trembled almost imperceptibly.

Lin An's movements paused slightly.

An illusion?

Did she just move?

The black-robed man did not notice the anomaly. He spread his arms, his voice filled with fervor.

"But you are different. Lin An, you possess talents that we do not."

He lowered his head, his gaze burning as he stared fixedly at Lin An.

"In just a few short years, you forged an obscure little merchant guild into a behemoth that the world looks up to—how could that be mere luck? You are the Child of Destiny favored by this world, born to face this calamity."

He extended his hand, palm upward, in a gesture of reverence.

"Come, join us. Let us create a new world together. We shall establish a brand new Kingdom of God on earth, and we shall become the new gods."

His voice was low, filled with temptation.

"And you shall become the cornerstone of this new world."

"Become—"

"The Child of the Holy Spirit."

The four words echoed over the ruins, carrying a sense of solemn ritual.

Then.

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

He tilted his head, his eyes filled with undisguised mockery.

"Are you serious?"

The black-robed man's movements faltered slightly.

"The Child of the Holy Spirit?"

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

"Isn't it your Holy Spirit Cult that paved the way for the Abyss Plane to invade Douluo so easily?"

The black-robed figure's finger, suspended in mid-air, froze.

"You want me to join you without offering a single benefit? And you want to use Universal Group for your own ends?"

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

Dead silence.

The wind over the ruins suddenly stopped.

The black-robed figure slowly withdrew his hand.

The gaze peering from beneath his hood shifted from pious to greedy, from compassionate to murderous.

"In that case—"

His voice shed all solemnity, leaving only naked ferocity.

"Then I shall simply have to make you disappear."

He raised his hand, curling his five fingers into a claw.

Ink-black mist condensed in his palm, twisting and writhing like a living thing, emitting a harsh, piercing shriek.

"I will completely annihilate your spirit and take control of this body. Although most of your memories will be lost, your identity alone is enough to take over Universal Group."

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

"A god-level mecha, assets that rival a nation—think of the benefits; it is well worth me taking action personally."

Lin An stood where he was.

He did not even retreat half a step.

Those clear eyes gazed calmly at the black-robed figure, devoid of fear, panic, or anger.

There was only an indifference so faint it bordered on boredom.

The black-robed figure's movements faltered.

"You..."

He stared fixedly into Lin An's eyes, attempting to find a trace of pretense.

There was none.

There was nothing at all.

The way this ten-year-old boy looked at him was like watching a street performer, not even worth the effort of clapping.

An inexplicable chill surged from the depths of the black-robed figure's heart.

Something was wrong.

A ten-year-old child, facing the threat of death, could not possibly be this calm.

He gritted his teeth, forcing that unease down.

"Playing tricks."

Puff.

A soft sound.

The black-robed figure's movements solidified.

He slowly looked down.

A pale, white hand had pierced through his chest.

The fingers were slender and well-defined, the tips stained with a few drops of pitch-black liquid.

The liquid slid down the fingers and dripped onto the charred ground, emitting a sizzling, corrosive sound.

"Are you done with your gibberish?"

A cold voice rang out from behind him, every word squeezed through gritted teeth, wrapped in bone-chilling murderous intent.

Gu Yue had appeared behind him at some point.

Her long, silver hair danced wildly in the airflow stirred up by the black mist.

Her purple eyes had transformed into cold, vertical slits, the pupils narrowed into thin lines that glinted with a ghostly, frigid light.

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

Her voice was pressed extremely low, low enough that only the black-robed figure could hear.

"I finally managed to enter An'an's dream, and I had even prepared my lines."

"The apocalypse arrives, I take a fatal blow for him, I'm mortally wounded, he holds me and cries, and then I can naturally—"

She took a deep breath and did not continue.

But her hand tightened abruptly.

"And then you had to jump out."

Crack.

Countless fine cracks spread outward from the hole pierced through the black-robed figure's chest, spiderwebbing across his body, each fissure glowing with a silvery-white light.

"Yapping on and on."

Crack.

"Endless chatter."

Crack.

"You've ruined the perfect atmosphere."

Gu Yue's eyes were slightly red, whether from anger or grievance, it was hard to tell.

"You even forced me to blow my cover."

She had just been savoring the warmth of Lin An's embrace, the boy's body heat seeping through their clothes, his cool, clean scent lingering at the tip of her nose.

She had been calculating how to press even closer, even contemplating how to hold him tighter in the next moment—

And then this black-robed bastard, who had crawled out from nowhere, ruined everything.

The black-robed figure's body trembled violently.

His dream projection began to vibrate unstably, ripples like water spreading across its edges.

"You... how could you?"

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"Impossible! This is a dream constructed by my soul technique! I am invincible here! You are merely a subconscious manifestation, how could you—"

Gu Yue did not let him finish.

Her hand tightened into a fist.

Silvery-white light erupted from her palm, like a cold moon rising from the ruins.

The black-robed figure's body was instantly swallowed by the radiance.

There was no scream.

There was no struggle.

Like a piece of paper tossed into a furnace, he vanished into silence within the extreme light and heat.