Stronger with Crimson Modifier

As an Overlord Level being of the Spirit Realm, it had never seen a True God.

But it had inherited memories and instantly recognized what that was.

That was the radiance of Divinity, which only a True God could possess.

A True God.

A being symbolizing immortality.

Before a True God, all creation was but ants.

It was currently at the Apostle Level Peak, just one step away from the True God Realm.

Once it accumulated enough of its core essence, it could attempt to ascend.

But the gap between the two was like an impassable chasm.

A True God, as the name implies, was a true Divine Spirit.

They were incomparable to the deities who fed on incense and faith.

For such a being, annihilating it would be no more difficult than crushing an ant.

Remaining here...

was no different from courting death.

Realizing this,

it didn't dare hesitate for a moment and immediately manifested its true form.

Then, the figure on Zalasos's right flank brandished a pair of purple scissors, snipping at the air around its body.

As the scissors cut through the air,

threads of fate appeared, only to be instantly severed.

With each thread that was severed,

its authority over the Cangzhou Realm weakened.

These threads of fate were the very bonds connecting it to this world.

As a Weaver of Fate,

it could weave the strands of destiny to control the world, absorbing the profound power of fate to strengthen itself.

However, all of this was predicated on one thing:

To completely seize a world's power of fate,

one had to fully permeate the world itself.

It was like a spider weaving a great web. If it were to leave, all its hard work would be undone, and everything it had accumulated would vanish like a bubble.

The Cangzhou Realm before it was extremely powerful.

It had spent ten thousand years to bring it almost entirely under its control,

and was on the verge of completely controlling the realm's fate.

It was only because of this

that it could borrow the realm's authority to temporarily resist Hu Qi.

But now that its opponent had stepped into the True God Realm,

all of that was useless.

It had no time to worry about such things.

'Fate, my status as the ancestor of the Immortal Court, ten thousand years of accumulation—all of it is now just smoke in the wind.'

If it didn't leave, only death awaited.

Even with its control over the realm's authority, it could never contend with a True God.

Soon,

all the threads of fate connecting it to this world were severed.

The moment the final thread of fate was severed...

CRACK... CRACK... CRACK...

The Heaven-Sealing Stele standing in the center of the Immortal Court began to make cracking sounds.

Looking up,

it saw cracks appearing on the Heaven-Sealing Stele—the very monument that Zalasos had woven and refined, fusing it with the realm's Extraordinary System to suppress its Celestial Mandate.

Seeing this,

it was horrified.

Its form flickered as it prepared to flee.

But in the next moment,

a colossal shadow fell over its body.

At the same time, a hoarse male voice sounded:

"Where do you think you're going?"

A chill ran through its entire body, as if it had been plunged into an endless abyss.

This feeling...

reminded it of the fear it had felt when it inadvertently neared the border between the Deep Dark Zone and the Infinite Dark Zone.

The sensation made it shudder from head to toe.

It looked up.

There, having appeared in the Immortal Court at some unknown moment, was Hu Qi, who had just been entangled in the threads of fate.

Now,

the giant snake form Hu Qi had taken on had changed even more dramatically.

Its body was vaster and more serpentine, seeming to stretch on without end.

Its once black-and-white scales had lost all their black. In their place were scales of a stark, pale white, like the deathly gray-white of the cosmos, exuding a cold and deathly still aura.

Within its enormous, down-gazing Crimson pupils, a hint of dark gold now swirled,

making them seem even more sacred and aloof.

At this moment, Hu Qi's gaze was fixed silently on Zalasos, the Weaver of Fate.

With Hu Qi's arrival,

Zalasos stood frozen in place, its expression rigid, unable to move an inch.

It wasn't paralyzed by fear.

Rather, it was simply unable to move.

Under Hu Qi's gaze,

it felt its very body groaning under an unbearable pressure.

"Don't kill me! I am willing to submit to you, O newly ascended True God, Your Excellency, the great Snake of Destruction!"

Zalasos's soul sent out ripples of thought, spreading outward like waves on water.

However, in the face of Zalasos's plea for mercy,

Hu Qi paid it no mind.

His cavernous maw snapped open, swallowing Zalasos whole.

However, no prompt for Modification Points appeared,

nor did Hu Qi feel any energy from digesting his foe.

Once inside his stomach, his foe seemed to have vanished into thin air.

"It's useless! I am a child of destiny, protected by fate itself! You can never truly erase me!

I cede this realm to you, Your Excellency. This is far from over!"

Zalasos's voice echoed in the air, then dissipated without a trace.

It seemed to have already left the realm.

"Is that so?"

In response,

Hu Qi's expression remained placid.

His massive serpentine body coiled,

and with a flash of light, he returned to his human form.

On his forehead,

a golden cloud-like marking began to shimmer.

He glanced down.

The next moment,

the world in his eyes was suddenly filled with strange new things.

They were wisps of smoke and cloud, each with a unique form, swirling around all of creation.

These wisps were a dazzling array of brilliant colors.

Most, however, were merely thin, gray-white wisps.

These gray-white wisps

mostly originated from common creatures and ordinary people.

As for the more colorful and prominent plumes,

they belonged either to powerful emperors and officials,

or to Cultivators and members of the Demon Race.

If Zalasos could have glimpsed what Hu Qi was seeing,

it would have been utterly astounded.

For those wisps of smoke were the very manifestation of the fates of all living beings in this realm.

Even a Fate Weaver, hailed as a child of destiny, could only perceive them faintly.

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