"Come out!"
Within a twisting expanse of ever-shifting, multicolored light, a deity sat imposingly atop a towering platform that pierced the clouds, his expression calm.
"This is a space forged from the union of this god's Domain of Law and Divine Sense. Here, only I call the shots; only my will can span heaven and earth. A petty fiend like you has nowhere to hide."
The collision between Divine Sense and the Heart Demon had forcibly formed a space of consciousness. It was like martial arts masters exchanging blows, their true qi clashing until they reached a stalemate. Yet a stalemate on the level of consciousness formed a stable structure, becoming an illusory world.
As the deity's voice fell, the light and shadows ahead twisted, and a black silhouette emerged. It transmitted a thought, but it was blurry and ever-changing, like the speech of some foreign land.
"So it truly is an evil fiend, lacking complete intelligence and acting only on instinct. It must have been nurtured within this chaotic little world. At its level, it might rule supreme in its own small world, but having fallen into this god's hands, it cannot stir up any waves."
As he thought this, he raised a hand and grasped. Surging thoughts howled forth, all suffused with the radiance of the Divine Path and entangled with Karma. There were even traces of blood sacrifice. They condensed into a cage within the illusory world, covering the black silhouette.
A First Rank deity could already turn thoughts into reality, scatter beans to create soldiers, sever Karma, and condense all of it into Divine Abilities—powers beyond imagination. Though this deity had only recently advanced, such abilities were like instinct, deeply imprinted upon his divine talisman, ready to be unleashed with a thought.
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