Song Ci's pupils constricted.

The moment the youth looked at him, he felt the blood in his whole body run cold. The boiling, burning solar furnace within him was extinguished with a single glance…

Countless chains materialized from thin air, binding him tightly. He couldn't dodge, couldn't move, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of the youth on the Iron Throne.

In this spiritual world,

Dionysus was the one and only ruler.

The youth in the moon-white robe looked utterly calm. His fingers gradually closed, until he held the keepsake in his palm. Then, he withdrew his hand from between Song Ci's eyebrows.

After the keepsake was removed,

Song Ci lost consciousness.

In fact, from the moment the purple radiance burst forth and spread, all the transcendents within the divine domain who weren't blessed with divine power were plunged into a state of mental stagnation.

Even Zhou Jiren, Gu Zhi, and Gu Nanfeng, these titled powerhouses, were no exception.

Beneath a god's throne, all beings are like ants.

They were just slightly larger ants.

It was only because their mental strength was far greater than other transcendents that the speed at which they fell into stagnation was much slower.

Gu Zhi didn't even have time to look up, his stagnant eyes filled with bewilderment.

Gu Nanfeng's expression was grave, his gaze fixed firmly on the Iron Throne.

Zhou Jiren was the same, but his pupils reflected the final, primordial radiance of the divine advent… He was the last of these three titled individuals to have his mind frozen in the spiritual world.

After the divine advent, Qin Ye released the burning of his own keepsake, and so, inevitably, his mental strength was also frozen.

…

…

The whole world fell into absolute silence.

Dionysus carefully scrutinized the keepsake before him. The face, composed of transcendent source matter, rippled constantly, now displaying a hint of worry disproportionate to his age.

Because of the "Multivision" of many years ago, he had paid a heavy price.

Now,

Gu Changzhi's keepsake lay quietly in his hand.

He was only one step away from the truth.

He wanted to know if the man in Qing Qiu was still alive. He only needed to disassemble the keepsake and personally sense whether Gu Changzhi's divine power still existed within it…

Because of the birth of transcendence, many phenomena in this world could no longer be distinguished by the naked eye alone.

He didn't trust the Apostles' eyes, so he decided to come in person.

But, should he really dismantle it?

As he hesitated,

The keepsake, which had been quiet all along, suddenly erupted!

The wisp of divine power contained within surged out in an instant, more dazzling than the sun. Dionysus, who was extremely close, was caught off guard and struck in the eyes by the blinding light. He grunted and frowned.

In that instant of closing his eyes, the keepsake escaped from his palm on its own—

"Trying to escape?"

Dionysus regained his senses in an instant.

His brow furrowed.

The youth in the moon-white robe sat on the Iron Throne and reached out a hand to grab the keepsake.

What a joke!

This was his spiritual world… How could he let a dead object escape from his grasp?!

"Rumble, rumble—"

In the void, countless thunderous sounds echoed. A giant hand condensed and reached for the keepsake's destined landing point. After escaping, the keepsake plummeted towards Song Ci's brow.

Lacking the keepsake and the blessing of divine power, the snow-white wings on Song Ci's back transformed into a rain of light, gradually withering and falling.

Dionysus grabbed Song Ci's body abruptly,

But the next moment—

The keepsake actually changed direction, making a sudden sharp turn in the air and fleeing into the distance!

Dionysus had never seen such a phenomenon before.

Keepsakes were of course guided by the god's throne… But once sent out, they would recognize their master. Even if forcibly stripped away, they would not change masters, unless the master holding the keepsake abolished the Apostle's status.

After the grab failed, the keepsake successfully soared hundreds of meters in the spiritual world, finally reaching the roof ridge of an old building.

The keepsake landed on the brow of a youth…

Dionysus narrowed his eyes.

What did this mean… He was already finding it difficult to understand what was happening…

However, even more interesting than the keepsake choosing a second host was something else.

The Iron Throne slowly descended.

The youth in the moon-white robe rested his cheek on his hand with interest. He looked at the youth with the keepsake's insignia on his brow, and then… his gaze swept past that youth.

Behind that youth, there was a pallid shadow, stretched long by the moonlight. Even he, if he didn't "look" carefully… would have missed the shadow's existence.

And in this world of frozen mental strength, that shadow moved without wind, swaying slowly like a candlelight.

Clearly, it had not been mentally frozen.

This was the world of a "god."

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes… I wouldn't have believed… someone could do this…"

After the Iron Throne descended,

That pallid shadow no longer concealed itself, but slowly emerged.

With the shadow's manifestation, this silent spiritual world gained many chaotic sounds. These were the layers of storms around Mr. Bai's body, desperately resisting the divine power in the "Fire Seed."

Even if separated by thousands of miles,

Even… if it was just a spiritual descent,

This kind of resistance was beyond what mortals could achieve.

"To resist a god with a mortal body."

Dionysus praised softly, "How powerful must your mental strength be to remain conscious in my divine domain?"

The tall, pallid shadow replied in a soft voice, "A slightly larger ant is still just an ant."

As the voice fell,

The shadow was torn apart layer by layer by the divine domain, revealing a pale, decadent, emaciated face.

"Bai Shu…"

Dionysus recognized the withered man before him. He was one of the few people whose names he remembered, "So it's you…"

He smiled, "I remember your name. The most promising genius in Dongzhou besides Gu Changzhi. So you're still alive."

"If you are willing to walk with a god, then you will no longer be an ant." The youth on the throne reached out his hand and smiled softly, "If you are willing to become my Apostle, then you will possess the most powerful divine power in this world… This power is enough for you to fulfill all your wishes."

"Really? Can I have any wish?"

"Of course," Dionysus smiled.

"Then…" Bai Shu smiled, "What if my wish is to kill gods like you?"

The youth stared at the shadow.

He said with some regret, "Are you sure you want to refuse me?"

Bai Shu retorted, "Are you sure you want to make a move in front of Gu Changzhi?"

Dionysus paused.

He looked towards the keepsake in horror… He didn't know when, but a wisp of fire was burning in the eternally silent spiritual world.

"This is…"

A familiar aura emanated from the keepsake.

Dionysus's face turned pale.