Chu Zi'ang

Li Qingxun spoke so softly that Tang San did not hear him clearly at all.

As Li Qingxun stepped forward, white mist quietly dispersed over his palm, and he charged straight at Tang San.

Seeing Li Qingxun dare to face him head-on, a flicker of confusion crossed Tang San's eyes.

Then towering killing intent surged through him. He abruptly raised the Asura Sword in his hand and charged in for the kill.

Nearby, Rong Nianbing, Lie Yan, and the other two God Kings hesitated.

But their awareness quickly locked onto the two fantasy bodies.

Yet neither the false Sea God nor the false Asura God moved.

They simply stood there casually, allowing Tang San and Li Qingxun to collide.

The terrifying power between them erupted wildly in an instant, without the slightest pause.

Immense power surged as the Asura Sword slammed into Li Qingxun's fist.

Yet not even the faintest scratch appeared on that fair, jade-like fist.

Standing in midair, Li Qingxun abruptly raised his palm.

An utterly illusory mountain suddenly appeared, then swept forward to crush Tang San.

Just as Tang San prepared to defend himself, he discovered that his body could not move at all.

He had no idea whether it had happened at this very moment or some earlier moment, nor could he pinpoint the exact instant.

With only a second's delay, the two of them had already entered the collective unconscious sea.

The abyss-like, immense mountain bearing down on Tang San was not a real mountain.

It was Li Qingxun's own mind island.

As the two mind islands collided, Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood.

His spiritual power began to weaken rapidly, and the trident mark between his brows abruptly transformed.

A terrifying blood-red color spread, shrouding his mind island.

Yet in the very next second, every defense was breached.

Li Qingxun was already standing outside his mind island. "The fantasy pathway truly isn't suited to head-on combat, but once you reach Sequence 1..."

"Combined with my own god king status, an ordinary God King would be rather naive to think he could fight me."

Li Qingxun's voice was soft, his gaze fixed directly on Tang San.

Tang San's eyes were now filled with terror. He did not know where he was.

This clearly was not his spiritual sea, yet it felt so real.

He could feel something within his mind disappearing as Li Qingxun stepped forward.

Those were his memories. His memories were beginning to be erased.

The sensation was so bizarre and terrifying that Tang San, who had already raised the Asura Longsword in reality, did not dare bring it down.

Seeing the two men's strange postures, the others' expressions shifted slightly as well.

Li Qingxun still stood there calmly.

Nothing about the young man had changed. He remained as unruffled as a light breeze beneath drifting clouds.

Only his once-calm black eyes had turned pale gold.

Under that pair of eyes, Tang San, who had once stood high above everyone with the dual godhood of Sea God and Asura God, remained silent.

At this sight, all four God Kings fell silent as well.

No one moved. For a moment, everything was quiet.

Then Tang San came to his senses and staggered backward.

The Asura Sword fell from his hand to the ground, and he nearly collapsed.

Only when Xiao Wu rushed over from behind and supported him did he barely manage to steady himself.

Tang San stared at Li Qingxun, his eyes already filled with crazed killing intent and fear.

His memories had been rewritten in that instant. He had come close-so very close.

He, Tang San, had nearly forgotten who Xiao Wu was, who Ah Yin was, and who his own father, Tang Hao, was.

The sensation was deeply unpleasant, yet so bizarre.

Li Qingxun merely gave Tang San a calm glance.

Within his mind-or rather, upon his island in the collective unconscious-

A quiet book had been continuously writing its contents. Only after it had written that Tang San was too afraid to muster even the slightest thought of resistance did it slowly stop.

Once the writing stopped, Li Qingxun calmly turned and left.

Having witnessed a peak God King defeated and the ruler of the Divine Realm brought down, quite a few people began to look rather peculiar.

When Tang San was powerful, everyone naturally had to obey his orders and hail him as the lord of the Divine Realm.

But now Tang San had fallen so far.

Whether they still had to obey him, or continue to acknowledge him as their leader, was no longer so certain.

Noticing the strange expressions of the gods around him, along with the hesitation in the four God Kings' eyes-

Tang San stood there calmly, his fists clenched tight.

Then he swiftly turned and returned to the Sea God Court.

Morning sunlight spilled down. Li Qingxun yawned and stood up.

Another beautiful day, and the fantasy power within me has finally been fully replenished.

As he pondered, Li Qingxun raised his hand and checked the condition of his clones.

After confirming that all his clones were in reasonably good condition, he slowly closed his eyes.

Seven had now arrived in the central Federation, carrying some of the money Li Qingxun had given him.

Besides operating within the Federation, he was also observing it as a whole.

Toji Fushiguro had quietly returned to Eastsea City the previous night, gone back to his residence, and settled in.

Meanwhile, Sasuke Uchiha had entered his second year and begun studying as normal.

He was also preparing to compete with Yuanen Yehui for the position of class monitor at Shrek Academy.

After joining Dark Phoenix's faction, Sunday had swiftly consolidated all of Eastsea.

Even many ordinary people had quietly come under his authority.

On the surface, they spread the faith of the Holy Spirit Cult, but what they actually believed in and spread was Sunday's Seven-Day Church.

This faith lay hidden beneath the Holy Spirit Cult's beliefs, leaving no roots to trace or evidence to follow.

Never mind uncovering it-even detecting it was difficult.

Now, sensing that his fantasy power was once again fully replenished, Li Qingxun raised his hand.

Before him, the mist of fantasy continuously shifted and transformed.

Then a figure appeared before Li Qingxun, likewise kneeling on one knee with a calm expression.

This figure had long blue hair and a pair of placid black eyes.

His expression was actually somewhat cold, but Li Qingxun did not mind.

"Chu Zi'ang greets you, boss."

"Mm. Go to the War God Temple and join the Federation's military directly."

"You don't need to worry about anything else. Just keep strengthening your foothold in the War God Temple."

As Li Qingxun spoke, he tapped his chair with his hand.

His gaze shifted slightly as he thought, and he softly snapped his fingers.

As a strange word spirit condensed in his hand, Sovereign Flame appeared within Chu Zi'ang.

At the same time, his martial soul took the form of a flame body.

This was itself a high-grade martial soul, and in truth, it differed greatly from a word spirit.

But it was already enough for Chu Zi'ang. With this martial soul-

Chu Zi'ang would have no trouble infiltrating the War God Temple.

Seeing the four soul rings likewise appear around Chu Zi'ang, Li Qingxun stretched.

In the next second, Chu Zi'ang's figure vanished, erased by fantasy power.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the southernmost edge of the Federation.

Realizing that he had materialized, Chu Zi'ang calmly headed toward the nearest War God Temple.

He intended to find someone and formally apply to join the War God Temple, becoming one of its members.