At this moment, the starry sky beyond Earth had vanished.
If there were still any survivors on the space station looking outward, they would surely see the entire planet seemed crammed into a world of flesh and blood!
All around were dense clusters of eyes, and translucent, pulsing tissues slowly writhed in the mist, like countless layers of stomach walls pressing against the barrier, squeezing inward bit by bit.
Space was warping; coastlines and mountain ranges blurred at the edges of vision, as if about to be kneaded into a shapeless mush. The power of the Outer Gods was relentlessly eroding this place!
Under such terrifying force, Earth was now no more than an egg—one that would shatter with the slightest pressure.
“Tch… damn it. If only I could recover a little more power. To be pushed to this state…” Lilith hovered in the stratosphere. The azure-violet magical array of the Stellar Barrier rippled densely under the pressure of the Outer Gods’ power.
It’s easy to strike, but hard to protect.
Lilith was not weak—far from it, she was a pinnacle existence. But right now, her power had yet to recover, and she struggled greatly facing the situation before her.
Blasting a mountain into rubble only took one spell.
But protecting an entire planet—its space, its laws, its billions of people—and resisting the pervasive erosion from all directions: that was thousands of times harder.
Those void forces slipped through gaps in space, through loopholes in the rules, seeping into the very foundations of the barrier, into the core of her soul—penetrating everywhere.
“Tch.” Lilith pressed her staff of light heavily against the void and poured all her mana without reservation into the barrier.
“Arise—”
Violet light surged violently, forcing the encroaching mist back tens of thousands of miles.
But the price followed closely.
Her fingertips began to turn transparent, like fading light, and the effect crawled up her forearms.
She was not a complete entity to begin with—merely a fragment of a soul carrying the memories of her original self, surviving in this world by lying low.
At her peak, she could have torn this universe apart with ease and was familiar with these powers. But now, sustaining a global barrier meant burning her own soul.
As the Wrathful Witch, she had originally been worn down and killed by the endless tide of the Void.
“Whatever. I’ve already died once. Ye Chuan…”
The transparency crept past her elbow, and she didn’t even blink. Her azure-violet eyes held only cold determination.
“You want to get in?”
“Then step over me first.”
Stellar lattice arrays locked together around her like countless precisely interlocking gears. Lilith unleashed her full power. She touched her staff again, and another beam of fundamental force pierced the clouds, plunging deep into the densest part of the blood mist, blasting a massive hole.
But the hole was instantly filled by the surrounding gray mist. Countless eyes opened again in the fog, and their icy gazes pressed down from all sides once more.
Endless. Inexhaustible.
Lilith took a deep breath and fired another wave of fundamental energy.
With each blast, her body grew increasingly translucent from the extreme strain.
“…”
“Vermin. Vermin, vermin—die, all of you!” Lilith’s emotions grew more violent, and with her fury, her power surged—but so did her consumption!
Her form flickered; she could barely sustain the drain.
“Wuummm—”
At that moment, the Outer Gods’ forces seized the opening to counterattack, slamming hard against Earth’s barrier!
Just as the barrier’s light began to tremble, a black-gold torrent erupted from the surface, spreading along the patterns of the Stellar Barrier.
Chaotic energy collided with the magical membrane, and the previously wavering barrier instantly stabilized—even expanding outward by a notch. The fleshy tissues that clung to the surface hissed and were purified into ash.
Lilith froze for a moment, then looked down toward the direction of the island.
On the high tower, Ye Chuan withdrew his hand.
His divine sense had already swept across the entire planet, and he understood the situation: Earth had been dragged into an alternate space, surrounded on all sides by void forces slowly grinding down the world’s laws.
“Old lady, I’m here to help!” Ye Chuan teleported beside her. “I’ll charge out!”
Lilith was startled at first, then snapped, “Don’t go!!!!! Chaos power won’t work!”
Ye Chuan was about to launch himself out of the atmosphere when the whispers in his mind suddenly exploded.
Countless overlapping screeches echoed in his head:
“Fo…und… him…”
“Found him… found him…”
“The core of the Celestial Realm…”
“It’s here!”
The moment Ye Chuan teleported into the cosmos, he noticed the surrounding space twist. Countless eyes blazed with light!
Ashen tentacles slithered from the cracks in the void, wrapped in viscous fluid, tightly coiling around his limbs and torso. The tentacles were covered with tiny, crawling eyes—all staring at him!
“Ye Chuan!”
Bai Qianshuang, who had flown out of the atmosphere right behind him, turned pale. Her spirit sword left its sheath and slashed out an aqua-green sword aura, but the moment it touched the tentacles, it corroded into green smoke.
Luo Xi raised her hand and conjured an ice wall. The wall instantly cracked and shattered with a loud crash.
They couldn’t even touch these things from the Void.
Ye Chuan’s eyes turned cold. But a pulling force far beyond anything he could imagine seized him, dragging him away by force!
The world spun.
For an instant, everything seemed to vanish.
When his vision finally steadied again, Ye Chuan found himself standing in a chaos with no up or down, no boundaries.
There was no light, no sound, not even the concept of space existed.
All around him was dense, sticky gray mist, embedded with countless eyes and tentacles—some weeping, some laughing, some rifling through his oldest memories, some weaving false images to shatter his perception and corrupt his soul.
The intensity of the spiritual contamination was far greater than any Outer God Ye Chuan had ever encountered!
"Hmm?" Ye Chuan released his chaotic power to resist the erosion, then extended his spiritual sense to find a way out.
"Domain Expansion —" His black-gold chaotic domain instantly expanded, vaporizing the gray mist for tens of thousands of meters around him.
But when Ye Chuan looked up, he froze. His chaotic domain had been torn apart, and a vast, boundless black shadow slowly emerged before him.
It had no fixed form.
It was a mass of rotting flesh, twisted limbs, and stacked eyes, squeezed into a single entity that filled the entire horizon.
Its body writhed and deformed endlessly—sometimes splitting open into a maw filled with jagged teeth, sometimes sinking into bottomless eye sockets, sometimes stretching out tentacles that spanned tens of thousands of kilometers, each inch oozing with nauseating decay.
An Outer God...
This was a true manifestation of an Outer God, crawling directly from the depths of the void.
A consciousness immense enough to suffocate slammed into Ye Chuan's mind through the very space itself!
"What?!?"
Ye Chuan felt a sharp pain in his brain as countless environments flickered before his eyes. He quickly steadied himself, realizing that even his chaotic power could not directly face this [Existence]!
"Hmph." Ye Chuan snorted coldly. Feeling his body continuously decaying, he directly slapped his own heart.
His heart was shattered.
Giant wings of an immortal fire phoenix appeared. Revived through his resurrection armor, Ye Chuan stepped out again, his decayed state completely refreshed.
He summoned the World-Suppressing Banner, called forth countless avatars, and pointed his sword at the Outer God.
"No matter what you are, die!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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