Chapter 267

Chapter 267: The Divine Realm is Doomed!

You You had been focused on the departing god and only now noticed – except for Feng Rong whom she shielded, every immortal on the Floating Island stood frozen. Every flying creature above the island, every swimming being in its ponds, every crawling life upon its soil remained motionless.

Hmm…

Wasn’t this supposed to be a single-target attack skill? The range seemed excessively large. More importantly…

"If I said… I can’t undo this, would you believe me?"

The Heavenly Emperors: "…"

The Immortals: "…"

The island plunged into stunned silence. Are you gods-damned kidding me?!

You You truly couldn’t reverse it. This immobilization came from game mechanics, and as a damage-dealing class, she possessed invincibility but no cleansing abilities. Therefore… she literally couldn’t lift the effect.

"Perhaps… we needn’t panic." The Fifth Heavenly Emperor offered weakly. "Immobilization spells typically have durations. When time expires, we’ll regain movement. Wouldn’t you agree, Esteemed Elder?"

"There is… a time limit." You You confirmed, remembering her skills’ durations.

"That’s reassuring." The crowd visibly relaxed. "How long does this last?"

"Well…" You You mentally compared the immobilization duration with her Invincible Skill’s cooldown before hesitantly answering, "About… half a month?"

All Immortals: "…"

Screw this, just destroy everything already!

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The most silent Qian Sheng Ceremony in Immortal Realm history concluded two weeks early. Not due to lack of participation, but because… prolonged immobilization left everyone desperate to move. The promised Opportunity became irrelevant.

Perhaps through facing the skill directly, everyone’s paralysis eventually lifted – except the Divine Realm’s original spirit. He remained petrified mid-lunge: single-handed sword grip, one leg anchored, the other suspended, his rear embedded with sword shadows that required extensive excavation.

Post-extraction, whether from single-leg fatigue or buttock-perforation imbalance, the god couldn’t stand properly.

"Sin Clan conspirators! Kill me now! While I breathe, I’ll never let you plague this—OWWWWWW!" The man’s righteous declaration dissolved into howls as sword shadows shifted in his posterior. "Finish me properly! Cease this humiliation! Stop removing blades from my—"

"Can’t transport you with a sword-studded backside." You You reasoned, grasping another hilt. "You might not care, but what about the immortals moving you?" She yanked sharply.

"YEEEEOOOW!" His scream peaked as crimson fluid arced skyward. The blade had struck an unfortunate location, leaving him prone with his rear elevated, spraying blood like macabre fountain.

You You: "…"

Feng Rong: "…"

Heavenly Emperors: "…"

"AAAAAAAAH!" All divine dignity evaporated as the god shrieked. "Kill me! Just kill me! Even Heavenly Dao never shamed me thus! I refuse to exist! END MEEEE!"

You You felt faint guilt. How was I supposed to know you’d hemorrhage? Previous extractions caused no bleeding! Aren’t you just an original spirit? Why possess circulatory systems?!

She glanced questioningly at Feng Rong – Are all males this… delicate?

Feng Rong swiftly pulled her beyond bloodspray range. With a wave, he telekinically removed remaining blades. Whether from pressure redistribution or clotting, the geyser diminished to a trickle.

Now the scene looked even more absurd.

"…"

"Ahem… His original spirit forged this physical clone." Feng Rong explained, grimacing at the Swiss-cheese posterior. He cupped You You’s face toward himself. "Don’t look."

Freeing her chin, You You addressed the mortified deity. "Identify yourself. Why attack Feng Rong?"

"Pfah!" The god spat defiantly.

"Talk, or I reinsert every blade for extraction practice."

"You…" Rage and unshed tears contorted his face. "Vile wench!"

"Final chance."

His complexion cycled through hues before settling ashen. Through gritted teeth emerged: "I am Yu Hao, Divine Realm’s True God. Eliminating Sin Clan filth is my duty!"

"Yu Hao?!" A gasp erupted from the Elder’s vicinity as Old Divine Thought materialized. "The Divine Realm’s God of War?!"

You You blinked. "You know this guy?"

"By… reputation…" The Divine Thought stammered, eyeing the pitiful deity. "Yu Hao commands Divine Realm’s battles. His divine power ranks among the highest, hence the God of War title."

"God of War?!" The crowd appraised the buttock-mangled figure.

This?!

The Divine Realm is doomed!

"Silence!" Yu Hao barked, face flushing. "Were this not a weakened clone bearing but 10% power from descending to your wretched lower realm, you insects wouldn’t dare—"

Noticing Old Divine Thought, his fury redoubled. "Divine Realm-born thought! You consort with Sin Clan traitors?! Your creator would disown you!"

"I… I haven’t…" The Divine Thought quivered, retreating. "It’s not betrayal, I…"