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121: Chapter 121 Consciousness IntrusionHowever.

Just at this moment when the people were utterly devoted,

Su Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

A completely unprovoked chill pierced the center of his brow.

Something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

He lowered his head and looked at the two stone caskets in his hands.

The Thunder Godhead and the Sun Fragment, which had been slightly vibrating just moments ago, attempting to break the Seal, had now fallen completely silent.

”What’s going on?”

An alarm blared in Su Yun’s mind.

He raised his head and looked out the window of the great hall.

It was noon, the sunlight was bright, and the sky over the capital city was clear blue. But in Su Yun’s vision with the Heavenly Eye activated, this sky... had changed.

It wasn’t blue.

It was a layer of grayish gauze.

This gauze enveloped the entire Earth’s atmosphere. It didn’t block the sunlight, but it obstructed the flow of some higher-dimensional Law.

”Comrade Su Yun?”

Long Yi’s voice came from beside him. The old man walked over, his face flushed with excitement. ”As of now, we have almost recovered the entire Blue Star. Now, perhaps we can try dealing with the remaining Gods...”

The voice stopped abruptly.

Su Yun looked at Long Yi.

Long Yi’s mouth was still moving, the expectant smile was still fixed on his face, and even his hand was frozen mid-air.

But there was no sound.

It wasn’t just Long Yi.

The entire command hall, the hundreds of operators, the flashing screens, the noisy telephone rings, the occasional birds flying past the window... everything had been paused in that instant.

Time had not stopped.

Su Yun could feel his thoughts still turning, his heart still beating.

It was this world that had ’spat’ him out.

Or rather, a tyrannical force had forcibly stripped his consciousness away from the material realm.

The surrounding light began to distort. The originally bright command hall rapidly lost its color, and the lines became blurred and dissolved.

Darkness surged over.

Regarding this,

Su Yun felt no panic. He stood calmly on the spot, even taking the leisure to straighten his cuff. Since physical methods wouldn’t work, they would surely resort to underhanded tactics; this was well within his expectations.

”Making such a grand spectacle, and not even sending an invitation beforehand?”

Su Yun spoke lightly to the Void Realm.

As the words fell,

”Boom!”

The darkness exploded.

When Su Yun could see his surroundings clearly again, he was no longer in the capital.

Beneath his feet was an endless sea of stars, countless celestial bodies slowly rotating, emitting a chilling light.

And before him was a massive, circular stone table.

This stone table was too magnificent, its surface carved with complex mythological totems: giant serpents swallowing worlds, staves parting the Red Sea, and scales weighing hearts.

Around the stone table stood towering stone pillars, and atop each pillar sat a vague, colossal figure.

This was not the Mortal world.

This was the council hall of the Gods, the Pantheon.

”Mortal, your tongue is even harder than your missiles.”

A grand, cold voice, carrying a metallic texture, exploded deep within Su Yun’s mind.

Su Yun looked up.

Sitting directly opposite the round table were three gigantic silhouettes of light.

The one on the left had twelve pure white wings spread behind him. He held a thick codex in his hand, his face perfect, his eyes filled with arrogance. The head steward of Eden, Gabriel.

The one on the right had a wolf’s head and a human body, entirely enveloped in dark Death Qi. He lightly tapped the tabletop with his scepter, the sound resembling the wails of Souls.

The gatekeeper of the Netherworld, Anubis.

And the one sitting in the very center...

Su Yun narrowed his eyes.

It was a man with blue skin. He sat cross-legged in the Void Realm, a spitting King Cobra coiled around his neck. The vertical eye on his forehead was tightly shut, yet it still gave off a sense of devastating pressure.

He wore no clothes, only a tiger skin draped around his waist. His four arms held a trident, a hand drum, and prayer beads.

The God of Destruction, Shiva.

”Is this what you call an invitation?”

Su Yun pulled out the chair reserved for Mortals in front of him, sat down confidently, ”The decor is quite retro. Is this where you old folks retire?”

Gabriel frowned slightly, his quill pen pausing momentarily: ”Mind your language, Mortal. This is the highest point of the spiritual Domain. Your east wind missiles cannot reach here, nor can your Industrial Barrier be deployed here. Here, there is only Law, not yield.”

”Indeed.”

Su Yun nodded. ”So? Since you couldn’t win on the ground, you dragged me here to try and win back the victory using mental triumph?”

”No, we are giving you an opportunity.”

Shiva, sitting in the middle, finally spoke.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was like a statement of some Universal Truth, compelling one to believe it involuntarily.

”We acknowledge your victory in the material realm. You exploited loopholes in the Law, using that crude method called technology, and indeed defeated that idiot Zeus.”

Shiva slowly opened his eyes, the depths of which seemed to contain the birth and death of the Universe.

”But have you ever considered why you won?”

”It is because we were restricted. Because when we forcibly descended into the material realm, we had to compress our own status and abide by the physical Law.”

”But this does not mean that a Mortal has truly defeated a God.”

Shiva revealed a mocking smile full of divinity.

”Now, we are moving the battlefield here.”

”Here there is no gravity, no air resistance, no nuclear fusion reaction. Here there is only the purest—a contest of Will and Concept.”

As Shiva’s words faded, countless beams of light suddenly illuminated the surface of the massive stone table.

It was a chessboard.

A gigantic chessboard using the entire Blue Star as its backdrop and the faith of billions of living beings as its stakes.

”Su Yun.”

Anubis spoke sinisterly, his eyes beneath the wolf-head mask flashing with greedy green light. ”We know you wish to advance, wish to become a Mythological Shaman, wish to be deified in the human world. But without our recognition, your so-called Pantheon will forever be an empty shell.”

”Why don’t we play a game?”

Gabriel closed the codex in his hand and said lightly: ”Since you enjoy expansion and conquest, we will use this world as the wager. We will reshape the mythological rules in the spiritual world, and you will maintain your industrial order in the material world.”

”Let’s see whether humanity’s dependence on matter is stronger, or their fear of the Gods runs deeper.”

”If you win, we Gods will offer up our Pantheon with both hands and assist you in reaching the pinnacle.”

”But if you lose...”

The third eye on Shiva’s forehead opened a tiny slit, and destructive light pierced straight into Su Yun’s Soul.

”Then you will spit out the authority you seized from us, along with your Soul.”

The hall fell silent.

This was an open scheme.

This was the final and most perilous counterattack launched by the Gods after admitting defeat on the physical plane. They were abandoning physical confrontation to engage in a far more bizarre conceptual war.

Su Yun looked at the three supreme figures before him.

He also smiled.

His smile was even more mocking than Shiva’s.

”Interesting.”

Su Yun leaned forward, crossing his hands on the tabletop, his gaze sharp.

”In the past, people always told me that Gods cannot be looked upon directly, that Gods cannot be fathomed.”

”But now I realize that since you couldn’t beat me on the ground, you want to change the rules to renege on your debt and try to win back—you’re no different from gamblers.”

”But have you ever considered, why should I play by your rules?”

Only Su Yun could see the System panel, where the sole skill icon, obtained right at the beginning and possessing pure offensive power, was illuminated—[Flame Totem].