Long Ao’s abilities activated on their own, surging across his skin without his command. His body reacted before his brain could catch up, his entire form flickering with a red glow.
Hong Yuan was no better off. She bit her lip until blood ran, her eyes fixed dead ahead. The battle axe in her hands trembled twice before she steadied it.
An Changqing’s sword let out a crisp ring. Starlight burst in tiny fragments across the blade’s edge—the Stellar Shift had passively triggered its defensive state.
“What… is that?”
Hong Yuan’s voice forced its way out through gritted teeth.
Yin Chen said nothing. His Frostbone Wolf placed itself entirely in front of him, the massive beast’s limbs trembling.
Yin Tianzheng’s arms were braced, every muscle swollen to its absolute limit. He grunted, and blood flowed faster from the corner of his mouth.
“Chen Guan!” the old man barked.
“First wave is coming—brace yourself!”
The moment he spoke, the invisible will shifted direction. No longer spreading evenly in all directions, it was drawn by something, twisting into a single current, condensing toward Chen Guan’s position.
Because of the divine shard.
Because of the resonance.
That will had found it.
On Chen Guan’s forehead, the Heart-Calming Jade exploded with blinding green light. The radiance formed a barrier at the center of his brow, barely blocking the first mental onslaught.
The jade surface cracked.
At a visible pace.
Yin Tianzheng had been right: only one chance.
“Chen Guan, can you still stand?”
An Changqing’s voice came from the left.
Chen Guan nodded once, not wasting breath on words.
The jade had absorbed the deadliest first wave, but the residual ripples still battered the edges of his consciousness. Countless fragments flashed through his mind—not his own memories, but images from that thing.
Destruction. Devouring. Collapse. Seas of fire. Mountains of corpses. Boundless darkness and bottomless hunger.
It was all hunger.
It had been locked away too long.
Chen Guan’s right hand loosened from the coffin. His palm was scorched black by the cold iron, yet it healed rapidly under the power of creation and regeneration, leaving only lingering pain.
“Now.”
He stopped holding back.
The broken divine shard inside his body, he deliberately activated with his mental energy. A faint wisp of presence leaked from him, glaringly bright in the chaos.
The effect was instantaneous.
The chaotic will surging beneath his feet went utterly insane. All its savagery, all its craving, all the instincts that had slept for who knows how long, ignited in that single moment.
Baal’s voice rang in his mind, laughter and prophecy merging.
“Heh heh, what did I tell you?”
Chen Guan ignored Him.
The color of his pupils had changed completely. Gold-red patterns spread outward from the center of his irises—an external sign of the divine shard being pushed beyond its limit.
Yin Tianzheng shouted at the same time.
“The array eye has loosened—the soul has broken free! Guan Jinyue, now!”
Guan Jinyue didn’t hesitate.
Silver spatial energy poured from her ten fingertips, plunging straight into the deepest part of the seal’s breach, threading through layers of broken runes, reaching toward the soul that had slept for three years.
Her lips moved. No sound escaped. But everyone knew what she was saying.
Little sister.
I’ve come to take you home.
Su Yuehe’s Word Spirit activated simultaneously. A gentle glow condensed in her palm into the shape of a cradle, ready to receive the soul about to be pulled free.
“One second.”
Yin Tianzheng began counting.
“Two seconds.”
Guan Jinyue’s ten silver threads touched that soul.
“Three seconds.”
The soul began to loosen.
Then, the sleeping thing sensed it.
Its food was trying to escape.
No—no, it no longer cared about that food. Now, it only wanted the human radiating the divine shard’s aura.
But instinct told it that it could take both.
A force far greater than expected split from the chaotic will, bypassed Guan Jinyue, and transformed into a jet-black ray, shooting straight at Chen Guan’s forehead.
The Heart-Calming Jade was shattered.
There was no second chance.
“Four seconds.”
Yin Tianzheng’s voice rang in his ears, muffled and distant.
Chen Guan saw the black light.
Too fast. Too close.
The shattered jade fragments fell from his brow. There was no defense left.
His right hand lifted at that moment. Reached out.
“Five—”
Before Yin Tianzheng could finish counting the fifth second, the black light sank into Chen Guan’s palm.
The instant it entered his palm, Chen Guan’s entire right arm went numb.
From fingertips to shoulder, all sensation vanished instantly. That arm was no longer his.
Then, sensation returned—ten times stronger than before.
That power drilled up through the veins in his palm. Every inch of flesh it passed, something writhed inside his marrow. Itching. Burning. Carrying an inexpressible hunger.
That wasn’t his hunger.
It was its.
He was being influenced…
“Chen Guan!” An Changqing’s voice came from the left. Starlight blazed along his sword. He took half a step forward, but Yin Tianzheng’s shout stopped him.
“Don’t move!”
Yin Tianzheng’s hands were still embedded in the cracked metal plates. The veins on his forehead throbbed faster than his pulse.
“The divine shard has already linked with the remnant body. If you touch it now, you’ll break the link, and the remnant body’s focus will snap back to the array eye.”
An Changqing’s foot hung in the air before he forced it back.
Chen Guan was now bearing it purely by himself.
Baal seemed to be rambling something again, but it was hard to hear.
Dark-red patterns surfaced along Chen Guan’s right arm, from wrist to shoulder, spreading along the course of his veins. Something crawled beneath his skin.
In his mind, the demon-god’s will flooded in wildly.
The images were broken. The sounds were shattered. All of them were memories not his own.
Stars collapsing before his eyes. The earth cracking beneath his feet. The wails of countless beings crushed in a single hand.
Then, hunger.
Endless, bottomless hunger.
Baal’s voice gradually came through, the playfulness gone, his words rapid.
“Kid, what are you doing? Pull your mental energy back!”
This time, Chen Guan didn’t listen.
Instead of pulling back, he pushed his mental force forward and actively tangled with it.
Baal’s voice went high.
“Have you lost your mind? You’re willingly contacting its will?”
“This is mine,” Chen Guan replied in his consciousness, stubborn beyond reason.
Baal paused for a long time. Then the laughter crept back, though this time it carried a tension that even Baal Himself didn’t consciously recognize.
“Fine, fine. Keep contacting. By the time you forget your own name, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Chen Guan no longer had time to answer. His mental energy and that demon-god’s will were locked in a stalemate at the point of contact.
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