Chapter 626: God Desecrator
They were as numerous as the stars, each occupying a domain of Law, large or small.
However, were these tens of thousands of authorities all manifestations of Dao Fruits?
Xu Yunfan never believed that. If that were truly the case, how could the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm even compete with its mere One Hundred and Eight Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends Dao Fruits?
This world, though vast, might not be able to contain such a staggering foundation of Dao Fruits.
He was more inclined to believe that these so-called Divine Spirits were merely unique forms of existence or powerful wills that leveraged the world’s Rules.
Take Delis, for example. She had only existed for a mere thousand years, her believers confined to the vicinity of this small town. What was her true essence?
It was worth pondering.
Zhang Ziyang had a sharp eye. With just a glimpse, he had already grasped the gist of this world’s Cultivation System.
God Ascenders, perhaps they merely used Faith Desire Force to condense an external Dao Foundation and cultivate a trace of Immortal Golden Nature.
At this moment, the young Divine Spirit’s fury was completely ignited.
"God Desecrator!"
Delis’s voice was no longer confined to Xu Yunfan’s ears. Instead, it suddenly exploded under the vast cathedral dome.
The voice carried a strange resonance. It wasn’t a pure roar of anger, but more like a sharp musical passage suddenly soaring to the verge of breaking, imbued with a sonic power that could tear the air.
Visible ripples of sound instantly spread out from the statue, and the intricate religious frescoes on the walls immediately cracked and peeled away under the sonic assault.
The first to bear the brunt were the stone guardian statues standing solemnly on either side of the cathedral.
They were carved by mortal artisans from ordinary materials.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
A series of muffled explosions erupted like a string of firecrackers, like overloaded clay pots bursting apart.
𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Several stone statues instantly exploded into dust.
The stone dust, mixed with the shockwave, surged toward Xu Yunfan.
Facing this divine sonic blast, powerful enough to rip through steel and shatter rock, Xu Yunfan didn’t even take a single step back.
He remained where he stood, the hem of his robe not even stirring.
Just as the sound wave, brimming with violent Divine Power, was about to hit him, the space around his body twisted imperceptibly in an extremely bizarre manner.
There was no earth-shattering confrontation, no dazzling explosion of light.
The divine sonic blast that had destroyed the stone statues was like a raging flood crashing into an invisible deep-sea whirlpool.
Less than three inches from Xu Yunfan’s body, the frenzied ripples of energy instantly collapsed, silently decomposed, and devoured completely.
The billowing stone dust rushed toward him, only to halt three inches from his body. It was as if it had been frozen mid-air by a layer of invisible, viscous glue before finally, reluctantly, rustling to the ground.
All this took time to describe, but the scene itself unfolded in the blink of an eye.
The cathedral fell deathly silent, with only the crisp sound of peeling fresco fragments occasionally falling onto the tiled floor.
In the statue’s crystal-like eyes, the indifferent condescension was replaced by a more intense fury, mixed with even a minute trace of astonishment.
She clearly hadn’t expected this strangely dressed being, whom she regarded as a mortal ant, to so nonchalantly neutralize the divine sound she had unleashed in her anger.
’This is a God Desecrator.’
’Many powerful Mages don’t believe in Divine Spirits. Instead, they try every means to capture them and study how to ascend to godhood.’
’Is he here to seize my divine status?!’
At this thought, Delis no longer relied on sound alone.
The surface of the statue, once mild and smooth as jade, now shimmered with light. A soft but undeniable radiance emanated from within it, like tangible moonlight, instantly filling the entire space.
Wherever the light touched, the air grew heavy and viscous, and space itself felt like frozen honey.
A vast will descended from the void, a tangible pressure that brutally seized every corner of the cathedral.
This was not mere physical pressure, but divine might.
It was a force that acted directly on the mind and soul, causing living beings to instinctively feel awe, submission, and even complete mental collapse.
This was the most direct manifestation a Divine Spirit could use to prove its status.
The core of this will locked firmly onto Xu Yunfan.
It wasn’t just oppression, but a declaration.
In the presence of a god, a lowly creature can only kneel.
Xu Yunfan’s eyebrow twitched upward almost imperceptibly, just for an instant.
Then, he let out a soft scoff.
To Xu Yunfan—who had just experienced the Perfection of reforging his own Dao Fruit and had struggled back from the ruins of a higher-level Great Dao—this pressure at the level of spirit and will was about as heavy as a gentle, insignificant breeze.
The tsunami-like will, enough to crush the spirit of an ordinary saint, crashed against his Divine Soul—which was as stable as an ancient Divine Mountain—without stirring so much as a ripple.
He couldn’t even be bothered to assume a defensive stance, allowing that immense will to sweep through his Sea of Consciousness.
His posture remained relaxed, and his gaze returned to its initial, intrigued expression. He looked back at the shimmering statue as if sizing up a novel and amusing toy.
After a while, seeing that the other party was still only using its divine might, Xu Yunfan finally began to feel bored.
"Is that all you’ve got?"
Xu Yunfan finally looked up and spoke, his voice not loud but unnervingly steady as it pierced through the stagnant air and the shroud of invisible divine might.
He met the statue’s crystal eyes, which were now flaring with light as if they were about to spew fire.
"A thousand years of incense and worship, and all it shaped was an empty shell? Your Divine Power is superficial, your divine might is scattered... but I will say, your appearance isn’t half bad."
He delivered the last part of his sentence with the tone of someone appraising an intricately crafted yet gaudy plastic flower at a street market.
’Honestly, the cultivation philosophy of Hundred Desires Peak emphasized having many Human Cauldrons. His Heaven and Earth Interchange Yin Yang Separation and Reunion Scripture was still only at the Minor Achievement stage; he still needed practice.’
That final comment about her "appearance not being half bad" was like a red-hot branding iron pressed viciously against Delis’s divine heart, which was already exceptionally sensitive and proud due to her few believers and small parish.
Her fragile pride was trampled.
Perhaps to mortals she seemed high and mighty, but in truth, among the countless Divine Spirits, she was genuinely weak, pitiful, and helpless.
The moonlight-like divine radiance, which had seemed somewhat gentle just a moment ago, suddenly blazed like a white-hot incandescent flame.
The blinding light illuminated the entire cathedral as if it were day. The mortal materials of the walls and dome seemed to groan and wail, unable to withstand the overflow of pure energy.
"You’re courting death!"
This time, Delis’s voice was no longer a simple, explosive roar, but a composition of countless sharp, shattered, and chaotically interwoven musical notes.
Every syllable transformed into a tangible attack.
Countless Sound Blades, gleaming with the cold light of the moon, appeared without warning around Xu Yunfan’s body, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of tearing silk.
These Sound Blades were not chaotic. Guided by some strange Divine Power, they instantly formed a rapidly spinning cage—a Sword Wheel made of pure sound and destructive energy.
This was Delis’s true form of attack.
Sound was no longer just a medium of transmission; it was the tangible blade of Divine Power.