Lord of Prayer

The elevator doors opened, revealing a familiar hotel corridor before Zhou Chen. The nearest rooms on either side were numbered 401 and 402, and the sequence of rooms stretched infinitely into the distance.

This was merely the facade Soul Rest Cemetery used to disguise itself.

Zhou Chen took a luminous pearl from his Storage Waist Bag. This was an Extraordinary Artifact Orlando had given him named the "Illusion-Breaking Pearl," which could shatter disguises and Illusions, making things revert to their true form.

He infused it with Essence, and the Illusion-Breaking Pearl instantly flared with white light. The surrounding scenery immediately distorted like a reflection on rippling water before finally reverting to Soul Rest Cemetery’s true form—a solemn and stately church graveyard.

Patches of flawless white flowers bloomed, swaying gently. A hallowed light bathed every inch of the graveyard, creating a sacred atmosphere suffused with an indescribable stillness and solitude.

’To sever the connection between the Ghost and Soul Rest Cemetery, I have to go deep into its core, cross the River of Death and the Underworld, reach the far shore, and erase the mark the Ghost left on the control center...’ Recalling the steps the Life Church had given him, Zhou Chen stepped into Soul Rest Cemetery and broke into a full sprint down the path, heading for its depths.

The next moment, a roar echoed from the distance as Darkness surged forward like a tidal wave. From within it, a venomous, murderous gaze shot out.

The Darkness squirmed like mire, revealing countless faces. Innumerable twisted and malformed figures rose up as a calamity from Hell instantly took shape, coalescing into dozens of snarling, savage demonic beasts.

Suddenly, a blinding light flared. The Cyan Flame in Zhou Chen’s hand gathered at a furious pace, growing inch by inch. Scorching tongues of fire danced and coiled, the inferno surging as if it were steel in a forge. In an instant, it condensed into a twenty-meter-long, incandescent white Flame Sword.

The blade’s body was formed from pure, pale white flame, covered in archaic, sprawling patterns of fire. The light it cast was blindingly brilliant, like a merciless, blazing sun.

He had used the Hammer of Forging’s "Forging of All Things" ability to forge the Cyan Flame into this massive Flame Sword.

The terrifying heat scorched everything, evaporating all moisture and twisting the very air. Even the patch of Darkness and the dozens of demonic beasts began to crack under the intense exposure. Yet, the white flowers in the graveyard were not ignited, continuing to sway in serene silence.

With a thunderous roar, Zhou Chen swung the twenty-meter-long pale Flame Sword down with overwhelming force. The calamitous Darkness was cleaved apart as easily as paper, and the dozens of demonic beasts were instantly incinerated. Amidst the boom, the fire howled as waves of flame shot out to either side, rolling onward like a river. The attack’s sheer power shook the entire Soul Rest Cemetery violently, yet it failed to cause the slightest damage to the ground.

A figure was blasted out of the Darkness by the Flame Sword. It was an Abyssal Creature with the head of a wolf and the body of a man. A gash so deep the bone was visible had appeared on its chest, nearly cleaving it in two. Its skin was scorched, peeled back, and blackened, and it reeked of a foul stench.

It crashed heavily to the ground. It struggled to rise, but the combined physical and spiritual agony robbed it of all ability to resist.

"Lang Xing, I told you not to be so rash."

Just then, a pair of wooden clogs came to a stop beside the Abyssal Creature known as Lang Xing. A deathly white frost condensed and spread from beneath them.

She was a woman of stunning beauty, with snow-white skin and a plain, wide-sleeved white kimono. Her long, light-blue hair radiated a bone-chilling cold. This was none other than the extraordinary creature from the Yingzhou Region—the Snow Woman.

At this moment, using his extraordinary perception, Zhou Chen "saw" the terrifying Darkness within the Snow Woman’s Soul. It was a will brimming with slaughter and tyranny, radiating the savage aura unique to creatures of Hell. In terms of corruption, hers ran even deeper than Lang Xing’s.

The Snow Woman waved her hand, scattering a cloud of crystalline ice dust over Lang Xing. The Cyan Flame that had been burning away at his body and Soul was instantly extinguished.

SWOOSH!

Just then, the Dream Light and Shadow transformed into a beautiful streak of light, piercing through the air with a sonic boom.

The Snow Woman calmly exhaled a breath of icy mist. It dispersed the scorching heat, froze the air, and encased the Dream Light and Shadow in ice. The frozen artifact fell to the ground with a CLATTER, sending shards of ice flying.

The next moment, the twenty-meter-long Flame Sword reappeared, cleaving straight down from overhead.

The Snow Woman thrust her palms upward. In time with her movement, an iceberg radiating a chilling aura erupted from the ground.

BOOM!

The shockingly powerful Flame Sword cleaved two-thirds of the way through the iceberg before exploding in a violent conflagration, shattering the entire mountain of ice from within.

Thousands of ice shards melted under the raging flames, only to be instantly vaporized by the intense heat. For a moment, the graveyard was filled with scalding white steam.

The Flame Sword had exploded into countless fireballs, creating a rain of fire that fell from the sky. One of these landed before the two Corrupters. A second later, the pale flame suddenly swelled, and a roaring Chainsaw Sword slashed out horizontally from within it.

Lang Xing darted in front of the Snow Woman, raising his arm to catch the high-speed, rotating Chainsaw Sword with a single hand. A shower of sparks erupted from his palm as if the blade had struck some ultra-hard alloy. It couldn’t advance a single inch, its razor-sharp teeth only managing to scrape a faint white line across Lang Xing’s palm.

At the same time, the Snow Woman conjured a sharp Ice Sword and thrust it forward. With a sickening squelch, it pierced the figure within the flames. Immediately after, countless icy spikes erupted from inside the figure’s body, instantly riddling it with holes. Yet, as the freezing aura extinguished the fire, the figure of Zhou Chen wavered and then dissipated. The Chainsaw Sword clattered to the ground.