Watching the master and disciple "conspiring" so openly, Bibi Dong's mouth twitched slightly.
According to what that black soul-body demigod said, it seemed he could control her and even transform her into that young man's... servant?!!
Like some kind of tool.
"A mere mortal dares to dream of enslaving a god?" Bibi Dong sneered coldly, her entire being exuding a stronger and stronger murderous aura. "Though I've fallen from godhood, my body destroyed, my divine sense fragmented and trapped in this artifact, I am still a god!"
As the former Pope, she had nearly unified the continent over ten thousand years ago.
Later she even ascended to godhood. Even if only a sliver of her divine sense remained, it still exuded the pressure of a true god.
"You two lowly commoners—kneel!"
An overwhelming pressure, vast as the ocean, surged toward the two.
Yet Xu Cheng only smiled slightly as he looked up at the imposing Rakshasa God in midair, as if he were simply observing prey.
"Heh... Rakshasa God, had you retained your full power, perhaps I could do nothing to you. But now, you're just a remnant soul, barely sustained by an artifact. And you think you can shout before me?"
Electrolux said calmly.
He raised his hand, and the world itself seemed to shift. Countless tendrils of black mist coalesced into thread-like strands, converging at the center to form a massive, pitch-black palm.
"This is my world."
In the next instant—
Bibi Dong's expression turned horrified.
"This is… the aura of death? Authority over death? Impossible! I remember—before my fall, there was no God of Death in the Divine Realm! Who exactly are you?"
"There wasn't one before. But now there is," Electrolux chuckled lightly.
"Holding sun and moon, plucking stars from the sky—none in this world can match me. My name is Electrolux…"
As he spoke, the giant black palm formed from mist came crashing down. Bibi Dong's divine sense couldn't bear the pressure, letting out a mournful cry. Cracks began to appear—her once world-shattering divine might vanished in an instant.
"Elder Yi is a demigod now," Xu Cheng commented at the side, smacking his lips. "Even without a body, he can reach such a level and even master the authority of death. Can't imagine how terrifying he'll be once he has a body again…"
"Ahhh! How dare you?! I am a god! You want me to become a human's servant?! The Divine Realm's authority cannot be defied! If they become aware of this, with your mere demigod power, you'll be erased in an instant!"
Bibi Dong panicked.
"I've already explained—it won't be detected by the Divine Realm..." Electrolux replied calmly.
With a wave of his hand—
The black palm above continued its descent. Bibi Dong's divine sense shattered with a boom, scattering into countless twinkling fragments.
"Trying to escape?"
Electrolux grinned.
The giant palm reached down, releasing an immense suction force. The scattered fragments of divine sense were pulled back, reassembled, and fused together, forming a pitifully weak wisp of divine sense—like the Monkey King trapped under the Five Elements Mountain, unable to escape Electrolux's grasp.
Held firm—without the slightest difficulty.
Black mist surged around Electrolux, his black robes flapping like a storm, but his expression remained calm.
Was this the composure of an old master?
Then again, with Electrolux's vision and former strength, he wouldn't have been much weaker than Bibi Dong even at her peak. How could she expect to scare off these two by relying on a sliver of lingering divine might?
She thought being a god meant she deserved worship and reverence.
Little did she know—in front of a fearless transmigrator and a true powerhouse who once stood at the world's peak—she was like a posturing wildcat, utterly laughable.
The misty black hand gradually shrank, becoming a compact cloud of dark mist.
Like a prison, it firmly trapped Bibi Dong's divine sense. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape.
"The rest is up to you," Electrolux said, turning to Xu Cheng.
The latter nodded solemnly.
The meal had already been brought to his lips—if he didn't know how to eat, could he still call himself Elder Yi's disciple?
He pressed two fingers together, his blood-colored pupils narrowing sharply.
A vast spiritual force surged out, instantly wrapping the mist-formed cage, then drawing it into his spiritual sea.
"As expected of Elder Yi…" the Ice Silkworm muttered as he peeked out.
"No need to praise me if you don't mean it," Electrolux raised a brow. "Fat bug, suppressing a wisp of soul so fragile it could break from a breeze—what's the big deal?"
"Well, I couldn't do it," the Ice Silkworm coughed awkwardly.
"If I were as weak as you, the title 'Plague of the Dead' would be wasted," Electrolux chuckled.
Ice Silkworm: "…"
He knew the old man was telling the truth—but damn, it was still annoying.
"All right, quiet down. Ah Cheng's about to begin," the Ice Empress reminded indifferently.
"Oh, oh… That kid's got all sorts of tricks to woo women. Wonder if this goddess who fell ten thousand years ago will fall for one," Ice Silkworm muttered.
Ice Empress: "Just shut up."
Ice Silkworm: "Aye aye!"
Above the Spiritual Sea
Xu Cheng didn't continue imprisoning Bibi Dong with Elder Yi's power. Instead, he dispersed the black mist, letting her divine sense drift freely through this mental world.
"Bibi Dong, how about we make a deal?" Xu Cheng looked at her—still flustered—and smiled sincerely.
"Speak," Bibi Dong replied coldly.
"I'll help you kill Tang San—and once I become a god, I'll assist you in regaining your physical body. But in exchange, until I ascend, you must follow me and serve me. How about it?" Xu Cheng said.
In truth, Elder Yi could have wiped this divine sense clean—turning it into a mindless undead puppet. But that wasn't what Xu Cheng wanted.
A former god—regardless of aspect—possessed tremendous experience. Xu Cheng still wanted to learn about the hidden rules of the Divine Realm through her to confirm his own theories...
In other words, if he truly "brainwashed" her, her combat power would be less than a third of what it could be. A divine sense fragment like this was a genuine treasure.
"Kill Tang San?!!"
Bibi Dong froze, then burst into laughter: "Ahahaha—You? A mere brat wants to kill Tang San? You yourself said it's been ten thousand years. Tang San has inherited two god positions, and Shura God is a Divine Realm enforcer. His successor couldn't possibly be weak. If you'd said an ordinary god, maybe I'd barely believe it. But Tang San? Hmph… Better wait till I get out and take my own revenge."
"You're not wrong. Tang San is now a God King, one of the highest beings in the Divine Realm, also one of the enforcers of the Divine Committee. Even if you regain your peak body, you'd still have no chance at revenge… Just his subordinates alone could finish you off again," Xu Cheng said, pouring a bucket of cold water over her.
(End of Chapter)