The atmosphere instantly fell dead silent.
Whisper's pupils contracted sharply, the composure and arrogance fading from his eyes.
The Flame Vein Earth Dragon, which he had considered one of his trump cards, was currently lying in the palm of Ian's hand, shrunk down to the size of a palm. Its dragon scales were still incredibly lifelike, the fine magma patterns clearly visible.
"No... this is impossible..."
Whisper's voice trembled.
He took a step back, stumbling slightly.
The scene before him completely shattered his understanding of reality. That terrifying giant dragon, capable of easily destroying a city when fighting on its home turf, had been subdued so effortlessly.
There was no fierce battle.
There was no earth-shattering clash of divine arts.
Not even a single second had passed.
He suddenly recalled the previous intelligence reports: Emperor One was an existence who took pleasure in hunting gods, indiscriminately targeting male gods, female goddesses, and divine beasts alike. He was a taboo existence that struck terror into the hearts of the entire foreign divine realm.
His survival instinct instantly overpowered his fear.
Whisper's eyes darted around frantically as his brain began to calmly analyze the situation.
*Fight head-on?*
*That's just courting death.*
*Even the Flame Vein Earth Dragon couldn't last a single breath; with my strength, I'd last a few seconds at most.*
*There is only one chance of survival—escape.*
*I must leave here alive.*
*I have to bring the truth of Emperor One's identity and terrifying strength back to the church. This is top-tier intelligence that concerns the very survival of the Old God Church.*
Whisper forcefully steadied his expression, maintaining the majestic facade of a founder of the Old God Church. Secretly, he began burning his soul, preparing to unleash his ultimate escape art.
"I see."
Whisper's voice regained its calmness.
"No wonder Qianmo fell by your hands."
His right hand silently moved toward the patterns on his chest, where his life's strongest life-saving measure was engraved—Dream Escape.
It was an ultimate secret art that burned his soul as a price to shatter his consciousness into billions of fragments, merging them into the void's rifts to flee instantly.
"However, if you want to make me stay, you're still far from capable."
Whisper shouted fiercely.
The entire magma world instantly exploded.
Flames and magma scattered into countless specks of light, disappearing along with Whisper's figure. In their place were billions of shimmering spiritual fragments, scattered across the entire space like a galaxy.
Every single fragment carried a portion of his consciousness.
They frantically searched for microscopic rifts in the void, preparing to slip inside and make their getaway.
This was his proudest ultimate skill. He believed that even a god would be helpless against an escape technique that completely dispersed one's consciousness.
"Yawn."
Ian let out a yawn, a hint of boredom in his expression.
He raised his right hand and casually drew a circle in the air.
"Who said you could leave?"
As soon as the words fell, the entire space suddenly solidified.
An invisible golden barrier rose from all directions, completely sealing off all dimensional rifts. The spiritual fragments attempting to escape crashed into the barrier and bounced back one after another.
"No!"
Whisper let out a roar of despair.
His consciousness fragments began to forcefully converge, condensing back into a human form. But the golden barrier had already completely locked down the space.
A massive golden hand that blotted out the sky descended from above.
Whisper desperately channeled his spiritual energy to resist, but it was as laughable as an ant trying to shake a tree. The giant hand ignored all of his defenses and grabbed him in its palm.
"Let me go!"
Whisper struggled madly, his divine power surging within the palm.
However, the giant golden hand slowly began to close.
*Crack.*
The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.
Whisper's body let out an overwhelmed wail as it was forcefully compressed. He could feel himself shrinking, losing control over his physical form.
Agonizing pain washed over him, and the shadow of death completely enveloped him.
"If that's how it is..."
A flash of resolve crossed Whisper's eyes.
He activated his final secret art, peeling a sliver of his divine soul and will away from his collapsing spirit. A streak of gray light shot out from his shattering body, hurtling toward the only "weakling" on the battlefield with lightning speed.
Lin Qiye.
*This Ocean Realm brat is the breakthrough point.*
*His willpower shouldn't be very strong. As long as I can successfully possess him, I can gain a new physical body and then look for a chance to escape.*
Whisper's divine soul successfully plunged into the center of Lin Qiye's brow.
*I did it!*
He was ecstatic, immediately preparing to destroy this Ocean Realm brat's consciousness.
However, the fragile spiritual sea of consciousness he had expected did not appear.
Whisper found himself floating in a bizarre, vast space with no end in sight.
In the distance stood a massive, heavily guarded complex of buildings.
One of the buildings was entirely white, yet its architectural style was unsettlingly eerie. The plaque above its main doors bore five large characters written in blood-red font—[Asylum for the Gods].
From inside the building, he sensed several powerful and bizarre divine auras.
Some were maddened, some were dead silent, and some were brimming with malice.
Every single aura made him tremble in fear.
"What... what is this place?"
Whisper muttered to himself, his eyes filled with confusion and terror.
*How could an Ocean Realm human have such terrifying existences within his spiritual sea of consciousness?*
Before he could recover from his shock, an even deeper, more chaotic, and more terrifying aura emanated from the other side.
Whisper stiffly turned his head.
It was a pitch-black prison exuding endless evil and madness. Its heavy doors were shut tight, and the chains were wrapped in nauseating tentacles. The plaque bore blood-red lettering—[Evil God Prison].
The aura radiating from the depths of the prison made Whisper's divine soul tremble.
Whatever was locked up in there was absolutely no ordinary entity.
"Are you the guy trying to possess me?"
Lin Qiye's spiritual body appeared beside Whisper, his tone tinged with curiosity.
"You've got quite the nerve."
Whisper snapped back to reality and immediately lunged at Lin Qiye.
"Brat, your body is mine!"
However, Lin Qiye simply raised a foot and accurately kicked Whisper's divine soul.
"Get in there."
Whisper's divine soul turned into a shooting star, kicked directly toward the doors of the [Evil God Prison].
*Boom!*
The heavy prison doors burst open on impact.
Whisper crashed into the gloomy interior of the prison, struggling to get back on his feet.
Just then, a voice echoed from the depths of the prison.
"It's yard time. I even brought you guys a new toy to relieve your boredom."
Whisper suddenly felt waves of coldness creeping up his back.
He stiffly turned around and beheld a "welcoming" scene that would make even a god's sanity plummet.
In the depths of the prison, the previously dormant evil gods were awakening one after another.
Slaanesh twisted her "alluring" figure, a scarlet tongue licking her lips, her eyes brimming with a thirst for new "entertainment."
Nurgle let out a grandfatherly chuckle, countless plague spores fluttering around him, eager to share his "thick soup" with his new friend.
Hastur's figure faintly flickered in the corner, a silent madness spreading out like a tidal wave.
Cthulhu's massive shadow was slowly cast down, countless tentacles writhing restlessly in the darkness.
And there were even more unnamed, terrifying entities, all turning their attention toward this uninvited guest.
Whisper's pupils contracted violently. He finally understood exactly what kind of existence he had provoked.
This was no ordinary human's spiritual sea of consciousness; this was a hell that imprisoned countless evil gods and maddened deities.
And he had just willingly thrown himself right into this hell.
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