"Wasn't Izisha dead? How is she resurrected again?"
On Goddess Peak, the crowd erupted; for a while no one knew what to do.
Soon some with ulterior motives shouted fanatically: "Right — Izisha is the Goddess; she has a resurrection technique. She must have sensed the Parthenon turmoil and come back to turn the tide."
"Exactly — a demon rises, the Goddess returns, and calms the chaos."
Most people exchanged glances, got swept up, and blindly cheered.
The High Matron was not deceived. Her face was calm as she looked at Izisha and said slowly: "So all this was your scheme."
As the real power behind Parthenon, she knew divine souls and resurrection rites intimately. She declared with certainty: "This is absolutely not Parthenon's resurrection technique."
"The Divine Soul Resurrection only works on those who died very recently and whose body and soul remain intact. You have been dead nearly twenty years; how could you come back now? The heavy aura of death around you cannot be concealed."
Izisha ignored the Matron's taunt. She disregarded the blood and corpses across the peaks and walked step by step to Xin Xia's side.
She gazed at that peerless divine-soul apparition and smiled: "After scheming so long, I finally have you."
Then Izisha smiled at the Matron: "What can you do now that you know? With all four candidates dead, I have obtained the Divine Soul — the Goddess seat will rightfully be mine."
With that she opened her arms and stepped forward, embracing the Divine Soul from behind; the two gradually overlapped and fused.
From afar, Lu Jun watched this scene and shook his head regretfully. Xin Xia and Mo Fan had failed — he felt helpless; Mo Fan alone could not withstand Parthenon.
"But Izisha… hahahaha, I still have a final reckoning to settle!"
Lu Jun's eyes turned into fathomless black. In his spiritual world the Curses Star River, deep in the black-red torrent, thundered, and a majestic black-gold armor quietly broke its seal — boundless, overwhelming energy poured out.
The essence of death quietly suffused every limb and bone. The six star rivers expanded ceaselessly, transforming into one dark starry cosmos after another.
On the surface Lu Jun remained motionless, but as his cultivation rose he gained ever better control over the Ancient King Armor.
At an instant, with a thought, the power of imagination stirred. A phantom detached from his true body, forming a mirror-image that remained where he had been, while he himself ascended step by step into the sky, alone climbing straight into the holy mountain clouds.
No one perceived any of it — it was like a mirage.
On the plaza, Izisha continued to fuse with the Athena Divine Soul; her levels in Healing, Plant, Mind and Blessing rose rapidly — she was on the verge of breaking through into Forbidden Curse across nearly every magic.
Even someone of her temperament could not hide her ecstatic joy.
"Ah—"
At that moment a faint sigh seemed to come from the deepest Nine Nether Underworld, startling Izisha; every mage on Goddess Peak felt a chill and heard it clearly.
Boom!
Izisha's delicate body trembled violently, struck by some irresistible great force. Her form was torn out of the Divine Soul's apparition as if unmolded — threads of supreme radiance broke apart but still clung faintly.
The next instant an invisible mighty force hurled her hard; she became a meteor streaking across half the plaza and with a thud smashed into the temple wall, leaving a full-body depression imprinted — stuck there and impossible to pry out.
"Who are you?!"
Izisha nearly went mad, like a raving hag. She had almost succeeded, but someone interrupted the Divine Soul's integration.
Suddenly everyone on Goddess Peak saw a towering figure: solemn black-gold armor, a red cloak whipping in the wind, standing on the summit like an unsurpassed sovereign — an ancient emperor whose presence could hold a single pass against ten thousand.
Rumble—rumble!
Lu Jun's eyes were pitch-black, his bearing as cold as the dead. His silhouette was thin, but his aura soared boundlessly; ten thousand black infernal glories shot into the sky.
Behind him, an endless realm of ancient black earth — full of despair, ill omens, and deathly silence — faintly emerged, mirrored on the horizon. Boundless might manifested as if an underworld had opened, turning this holy Parthenon into a demonic pit.
Wails — the formerly brilliant lights and pristine architecture of Parthenon were draped in a cold shroud with the Undead Emperor's arrival; every luminous thing seemed to lose warmth.
Under that supreme, overwhelming pressure everyone trembled like sifted grain.
Old Song, the High Matron, Haylon and other powerful figures all cried out in alarm: "An Emperor-level demon!"
Izisha's face was filled with terror. The appearance of Demon Mo Fan had already triggered a deep inner warning, a sense of extreme danger, the fear that everything would spiral out of control. Now this unfamiliar Emperor's descent made her panic even more uncontrollably.
Had she played herself to death?
No—why had this Emperor come?!
At the same time, the Haidai within the mountains was trembling all over, as though facing its natural nemesis; it even halted its attempt to drag Demon Mo Fan down into the Dark Plane.
At this moment Lu Jun was the focus of all beings. He suddenly reached out, grabbing toward the Divine Soul projection behind Xin Xia.
Boom!
The sky dimmed instantly. Vast, surging Netherglow converged, forming an enormous hand that blotted out the heavens, enveloping the slender, maiden-like Divine Soul entirely.
Layer upon layer of darkness wrapped around the Divine Soul, yet it stood firm within the deep blackness, radiating a hazy, eternal brilliance—immovable, and the energy overflowing from it constantly clashed with the deathly Netherforce.
Seeing this, Lu Jun felt stabbing pain through his palm, his brows tightening. Fortunately, the Lifan Blossom Mark of his Psychic Element shone, releasing a cascade of abundant Imagination Force.
Swishhh—
Threads of azure radiance descended from the void, like sacred blue silk dressing the Goddess's soul within the darkness.
Lu Jun's Psychic Element resonated with the Divine Soul, and with the oppressive might of the Undead Emperor, the Goddess's soul gradually shrank, forced along the guidance, and slipped into the dark-blue star-cosmos within his spiritual world.
Buzz—buzz—buzz!
At once Lu Jun's mind roared. The dull, gray color of his Psychic Element faded inch by inch, washing itself clean and restoring its brilliant sacred blue glory.
Within the boundless galaxy of the Psychic Star-Cosmos, the Goddess stood proudly amid the stars, surrounded by tens of thousands of starlights. She held a mysterious and noble Lifan Blossom, unleashing sacred might that expelled every trace of deathly darkness.
Then the Divine Soul quieted, like a well-behaved woman unable to resist. It simply settled in, occupying the nest and making itself at home.
In the neighboring Curse Star-Cosmos, the Ancient King Armor trembled, deeply wary of the Divine Soul. Its corrosion of the host slowed drastically—showing a "you stay in your lane, I stay in mine" attitude.
The two forces actually formed a perfect balance—Psychic and Curse, opposites; Life and Death, endlessly cycling.
Originally, Lu Jun's body had been gradually transforming into a living corpse. But after the Divine Soul possessed him, its vast life force flowed endlessly, locking him at the critical point—both sides pulling, creating a dynamic equilibrium.
"My Divine Soul!!"
Izisha could no longer maintain her icy composure. Her ample chest rose and fell violently—she was on the verge of going mad.
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