Who is it?
Qin Ze's expression was strange.
The president's words sounded strange.
Five parts surprise, three parts relief, and two parts resentment.
"You're Resonator too?!"
Qin Ze recalled Jiuyou's final warning.
Do not expose yourself.
Clearly, he has now been exposed.
So that was the chairman's ultimate goal.
He wasn't there to rescue Leo, nor was he there for any Demon Suppression Hall.
The old man's real target was Qin Ze.
He first used the Source of Jiuyou on the White Hair body to test the waters.
If Qin Ze can absorb Fusion, it will prove that he is definitely Resonator.
The president said calmly, "What? Are you surprised?"
"I noticed you as soon as you started to stand out at the Haidu Academy."
"But you were too weak back then; you needed to grow."
Qin Ze asked the same question he had asked Jiuyou before, "Who exactly are we?"
The president's tone was filled with melancholy and regret. "We are gods, we are the head of all gods."
Qin Ze blinked.
Wow, I'm actually from a very powerful background.
"Will Resonator always remain Resonator? Is it possible that they suddenly become Resonator midway through their cultivation?"
If Qin Ze hadn't absorbed the Desolate God Bloodline and hadn't come into contact with the Divine Tree, would he still be Resonator now?
The president said calmly, "Time is limited, let's not waste time on these meaningless topics and get down to business."
This is pointless?
Qin Ze felt this was extremely meaningful.
Ever since he came down from the World Tree, he has struggled with the question of "who am I" more than once.
Qin Ze said, "My Resonator friend, are you going to eat me?"
The president replied, "Using the word 'eat' is inappropriate; we will only become stronger together."
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth. Why did that sentence sound so familiar?
"You just gave me a huge blood pack from the Jiuyou. Even though I'm like a dog skin plaster on my body, it's enough to deal with a wisp of divine thought."
If the guild leader himself were to come, Qin Ze would think twice.
A wisp of divine thought descended; are you pretending to be a market trader?
Qin Ze summoned Miss Sword Case with his right hand, and the best friends duo completed their combined attack.
Resentment was frantically pulling Qin Ze back; they were the ones who most wanted to see Qin Ze die, and all sorts of trash talk kept echoing in his ears.
Qin Ze said expressionlessly, "Your attack power needs improvement. You can learn from the old folks when you have the chance in the future."
The president remained calm and composed, saying lightly, "Since I gave it to you, I can take it back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a black, humanoid phantom materialized behind the guild leader.
From the blurry outline, Qin Ze could vaguely make out that it was Jiuyou, whom he had just met once.
The president began, " The Fusion of the Source of God is a long process, during which the condensation of the Divinity will be accelerated."
"What you perceive as the Fusion being complete is merely your perception."
Qin Ze thought of the progress bar of the Source of God.
So, does that progress bar actually represent the progress of Divinity's formation?
Buzz--
An invisible wave emanated from the Jiuyou Netherworld phantom behind the guild leader, and Qin Ze once again uncontrollably resonated with it.
Qin Ze could clearly feel something being gradually peeled away from the Source of God.
This process was both painful and lengthy.
Qin Ze felt as if his whole body was being torn apart, and every cell in his body was trembling in pain.
"First you, then it's the turn of the noisy ones."
After saying that, the president clapped his hands lightly, and ripples appeared on the spatial barrier above.
An open bronze coffin descended from the sky and landed steadily in front of Qin Ze.
"Although the coffin lid is broken, it can still be used once more."
Layer upon layer of intricate patterns spread out from the bottom of the coffin, completely covering the six walls of the space.
Qin Ze was still fighting against the resentment and the gradually emerging Source of Jiuyou.
He knelt on one knee, completely unable to move.
Miss Sword Case noticed the unusual nature of the coffin and, along with Fire Child and Water Child, charged towards it.
However, before they could even get close, Miss Sword Case and her child were simultaneously imprisoned in mid-air.
The guild leader said calmly, " The Mystic Coffin is a divine artifact of considerable quality, possessing powerful sealing and suppressive abilities. Your incomplete state is not something you can contend with."
Miss Sword Case threw out a Daydream Seed, which shattered above her head, Yangyang powder flying towards the president.
"It's no use, my main body isn't here."
"You've only hypnotized a shell."
"This body is merely a vessel for me; I have not used the power of this vessel."
Miss Sword Case felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
Is this... the end of the story?
Suddenly, Brother Devour's voice rang out on the Local Area Network.
I'm on your right.
Qin Ze forcefully turned his head to look to his right rear.
The Brother Devour, in its monstrous form, burst through the spatial barrier like a high-speed train, hurtling towards the president.
However, this space had already been encircled by the coffin, Brother Devour's speed slowed down more and more. In the end, he, like Miss Sword Case, was stuck in the "mud" and unable to move.
The guild leader began, "I've waited almost an entire era for this day."
"No one can stop me, not even the Desolate God himself."
The barrier on the wall grew brighter and brighter, and the suppressive force grew stronger and stronger.
Brother Devour let out a muffled groan as he was pinned to the ground.
Qin Ze was lifted up by an invisible force. He was like a white mouse on the experimental table, his body unfolded into the shape of "Tai".
The coffin then slowly rose and hovered in front of Qin Ze.
As the Source of Jiuyou was slowly stripped away, the resentment on Qin Ze's body also transformed into wisps and strands, which were gradually placed into the coffin.
"Wanla! We have to go inside again!"
"You little thief, you're such a waste! Even if I gave you the Origin of Jiuyou, you still couldn't stand up straight!"
"Whether someone's in charge or not, the villains are about to achieve final victory."
"I feel like we're being played like puppets."
Be confident, and let go of your feelings.
"..."
The resentful spirits initially grumbled and cursed, but then gave up resisting.
At worst, I can just keep outliving the old man; it's just that the one I'm outliving has changed.
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "He still wants the Demon Suppression Hall."
The spirit of the artifact was protected by resentment in a special way.
Only by suppressing the resentment can the guild leader touch the spirit of the artifact.
Qin Ze stared at the guild leader not far away. "You really want it all. I think the title 'God of Greed' is more fitting for you."
The president replied emotionlessly, "I'm just taking back what rightfully belongs to me."
Qin Ze sneered, "Not only is he greedy, but he's also shameless."
The president said calmly, "Relax, take a deep breath, it will all be over soon."
Qin Ze looked at the blurry phantom of Jiuyou: "The ancient god's remains you obtained, that's Jiu You, is Jiuyou?"
This time, the president did not answer him.
Blood seeped from Qin Ze's Divine Markings; he was about to physically split open.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on all six spatial barriers simultaneously.
Immediately afterwards, one clone after another crossed the barrier and arrived in this space.
" Pretty God, we've come to save you!"