C2315 The God Hiding in the Holy Temple
Under the watchful eyes of many, the grand Evil Temple gradually rose from the Spring of Death.
Upon its emergence, it seamlessly merged with the World of Darkness.
Deep within the shadows, the wild and tumultuous strange power of the Abyss and the pure, rich Soul Power began to gravitate towards it.
This flow extended towards Deichakeon and Xaplica, and the presence of the temple noticeably slowed the current of dark energy within these two realms.
Long ago, it had been perched above the Abyss of Truth, towering over the expansive Genesis Continent and receiving the adoration of all Evil Gods.
It stood as a beacon of the Abyss, crafted by Yu Yuan under the guidance of the Primal Soul during his reign as the Lord of the Abyss.
It was once a formidable Divine Artifact wielded by Yu Yuan to command the Evil Gods!
The bones and massive pillars that made up the temple were derived from the Evil Gods who once dominated the Abyss, each piece imbued with the cosmic rules they had discerned.
It was clearly no stranger to this dark, limitless world brimming with Abyss energy.
With its might, it influenced the World of Darkness, easing the burden on Deichakeon and Xaplica.
Far away in Zionidall, the Protector fixated on the scene displayed by the Banner of Duality. The Holy Temple Protector's throat made a guttural sound as he swallowed hard.
His flesh-and-blood body instinctively drew nearer to Zionidall, yearning to be closer to the Banner of Duality.
"This..."
Loong Jie's face was blank, his lips murmuring words that remained unknown to those around him.
The emergence of the Evil Temple caused a fleeting look of bewilderment to cross his face.
The churning Maw of Oblivion, under his divine command, was poised to strike any Otherworld beings upon their arrival.
Yet now, it was not a deity from the Otherworld or an unfamiliar mighty being that emerged, but the Evil Temple he had consecrated.
Naturally, he would not hastily obliterate the Evil Temple he had consecrated with the Maw of Oblivion without understanding the circumstances.
Thus, the Maw of Oblivion, enveloping the Spring of Death, came to an abrupt halt. All the forces he had marshaled to confront the extraterrestrial gods were momentarily withheld due to the temple's appearance.
He, alongside Yu Yuan and the others, gazed upon the Evil Temple, attuning himself to the strange presence within.
The towering structure, akin to a dark divine mountain, spanned millions of acres and hung silently in the dark Star River.
Imposing and solemn, it exuded a profound aura, continually drawing in dark energy like a ravenous demon feasting after eons of starvation.
Standing atop the eye, his majestic form cast a shadow, and his expression darkened.
For within the Holy Temple, he could not detect the spiritual sense that was his own.
His scheme to consecrate the Evil Temple and step into the Underworld in demonform seemed to have utterly failed.
Yu Yuan's Undead Sovereign body had returned, but without his spiritual sense, and the Evil Temple he had consecrated also lacked his essence.
"Death God, Kurkova."
He remained silent, his pervasive spiritual sense marshaling the psionic power from the darkness, which surged toward the Holy Temple he had forged.
Two immense wings of darkness coalesced on either side of the Holy Temple, morphing into myriad tendrils resembling black serpents as they neared.
Whoosh!
Beneath him, the Dark Anima within the eye's depths emerged quietly, taking the form of an enchanting woman.
"Otherworld."
The Dark Anima let out a cold snort.
The vines and black serpents, honed by his divine might, transformed into the dark magic that he commanded upon contact with the Evil Temple. They sought to drag the hidden foreign deities into an even deeper Mysterious Realm of his own making.
The Primal Soul had called him forth from the Genesis Continent.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, innumerable grayish-white symbols of death materialized on the walls of the skeletal Holy Temple, twinkling like stars.
The death symbols moved through the Holy Temple, penetrating deep into the bone, overlaying the power and cosmic order familiar to Yu Yuan and inscribing the unique Death Intent of Kurkova.
Crack! Crack!
The grand Holy Temple emitted sounds of bones misaligning, and before the eyes of all present, it began a startling transformation.
It resembled the Death God, Kurkova, forcefully claiming a monstrous vessel, wrapped in gray-white ethereal lightning, as it slowly contracted and reshaped itself.
Before long, the mountainous Holy Temple had transformed into a colossal gray-white skeletal giant.
The skeletal giant stood as if in the realm of the Death God, its form shrouded in gray-white lightning. Deep within its eyeless sockets, there was nothing but a void and the stillness of death.
Anyone who dared to gaze into its hollow eyes would find themselves peering into a world utterly devoid of life, as if a macabre painting were slowly unraveling before them.
That silent world, seemingly nestled within the depths of its vacant gaze, stirred in onlookers a profound desire for death.
The skeleton's body was adorned with symbols of death, scattered across it like stars across the night sky, emanating an aura of ultimate demise.
Ballo, Green Willow, and Yuan Lianyao, all sovereigns of the eleventh level, felt the vitality in their flesh and blood stifled by its transformation, their blood struggling to flow.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
The power of the Dark Anima first took shape as Dark Wings, then morphed into a multitude of vine-like black serpents, only to be obliterated by the gray-white lightning that wreathed its form.
As the giant moved its massive limbs, its empty, deathly eye sockets shifted towards the Dark Anima within the darkened pupils.
The Dark Anima fell silent, no longer boasting of its might.
Having just witnessed and felt the power of this foreign Death God, the Dark Anima sensed a rule supreme and distinct from its own.
Yet, it gained no advantage.
"How dare you seize the Holy Temple I have consecrated?"
The Primal Soul soared toward the skeletal giant that concealed Kurkova. The rules of the World of Darkness resonated with its presence.
Whoosh!
Paths of the Undead materialized one by one. A piece of golden land, razor-edged and formed from the Primal Soul's power, emerged from nothingness. Thunderstorms coalesced, and icy spires sprouted spontaneously.
Surrounded by the All Spirits Ban, the Primal Soul manipulated the deep secrets of many Primal Animas from within the darkness.
Standing upon the golden land, it targeted the gray-white skeleton with the same devastating force that had once grievously wounded the Dark Phoenix Zhiya.
Terrifying powers that could twist souls, shatter the heavens, and cleave through the cosmic wall and Star River surged around the skeleton.
One by one, the gray-white strands of lightning, brimming with death force, were extinguished as he drew near.
Far surpassing the Dark Anima, he needed only to exert a fraction of his power to subject the Death God's consecrated form to overwhelming pressure.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Within the vast skeleton, a pair of hollow eye sockets suddenly revealed the Wraith Trees.
These leafless trees, rooted in various realms of death, caused the skeleton's death force to surge dramatically as soon as they appeared within its eye sockets.
The rampant waves of death emanated from the giant skeleton's eyes, repelling the pervasive soul corruption and preventing the entity from seizing control once more.
The skeleton giant's form was etched with patchy symbols of death, from which fierce flames erupted.
Raising its arm high, the giant conjured a ghastly white blade of light, cleaving through the chaotic void with a mighty slash aimed at the slowly advancing deity.
Crack!
The dark firmament was rent asunder, revealing a slender, starlit fissure amidst the profound darkness.
The many rules that structured this realm were severed by the deathly giant's white arm bone, causing a momentary rift between the deity and the World of Darkness.
The golden, sharp-edged continent and the thunderstorms that had been shaped by the deity were shattered by the skeleton giant's strike.
The deity paused mid-approach, eyeing the crack in the darkness with a hint of surprise, sensing the power of Kurkova.
"You've actually discerned the hidden power of this Holy Temple."
His expression chilled, he turned his head in annoyance and gazed at Yu Yuan above the patch of multicolored flesh, saying, "In this world, only you and I are privy to the construction methods of the Evil Temple. My spiritual sense in the Otherworld will not be consumed by such an Evil God. They cannot glean the temple's secrets through me."
"It's you!"
He was absolutely certain that the Death God, Kurkova, had learned the mysteries of the Evil Temple through Yu Yuan.
The disappearance of his second spiritual sense in the Otherworld was due to Yu Yuan's assistance!
The Death God, having arrived from the Otherworld, could only withstand the onslaught in this dominion of darkness because of Kurkova, who had grown well-acquainted with his power through the Holy Temple.
She had also become familiar with the cosmic order he had established in the World of Darkness, enabling her to mount a targeted response.
In essence, Kurkova's ability to act through the Skeleton Giant was all thanks to Yu Yuan's aid!
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