I have a city in another world

Chapter 7020 Twisted False God
The sudden collapse of the massive sinkhole, revealing a deep and mysterious realm, did not surprise Tang Zhen at all.

It's only a matter of time; once the prelude ends, the main character should take the stage.

However, this is a battlefield, and the battle that will determine life and death is about to begin.

Tang Zhen stood still, his eyes deep, silently watching the sinkhole where the corpse energy surged.

"Gululu..."

He is coming.

As the grating sounds of rocks grinding and water surging came from the depths of the sinkhole, a massive, terrifyingly twisted figure was slowly lifted up by the turbid, rolling water and emerged from the depths of the sinkhole.

Like a hideous evil creature descended from an ancient nightmare, finally revealing its true form to the world.

Ugly, insane, twisted...

What a blasphemous and irrational existence this is!
His body was forcibly pieced together from countless indescribable organ remnants, like a clay sculpture glued together by a clumsy child with the most wicked imagination.

The junctions between those organs were covered with pustules of all sizes, constantly swelling and rupturing, from which thick, foul-smelling pus and blood dripped continuously.

The once crystal-clear water, comparable to pure water, was now stained with pus and blood, turning it into a filthy mess.

A closer look is even more chilling: within this enormous and twisted body, countless cultivators' bodies are fused and embedded!
Those countless heads, their expressions frozen in extreme pain and fear, were like ornaments among the flesh and bones.

A rough estimate puts at least six or seven thousand people!
The clothing worn by the merged individuals was completely different from the style of modern astral explorers, bearing obvious characteristics of otherworldly cultivators.

Perhaps these unfortunate individuals were the original owners of this secret realm, but were reduced to becoming part of the monsters in an unknown catastrophe.

Looking closer at the haphazardly pieced-together limbs, the twisted and broken hands and feet, the enormous snake tail covered in dark scales, the broken yet still faintly glowing horns, and the tattered yet still vaguely discernible feathers or fleshy wings...

These organs are no ordinary objects; they are clearly fragments of divine remains of different grades and qualities, all pieced together onto the body of the false god.

Upon seeing such a large number of fragments of divine remains, even Tang Zhen, with his composure, couldn't help but feel a hint of shock in his eyes.

He simply couldn't imagine what kind of origin the original creator of this secret realm had that would allow him to collect so many divine remains, enough to drive any power mad!
Could it be that they were extremely lucky and accidentally discovered the ruins of an ancient battlefield where gods fought, and unearthed these forbidden items from it?
Or perhaps... they unearthed more than one silent tomb of a deity?

In either case, this should have been an incredibly valuable treasure, enough to lay the foundation for a vast and lasting power.

However, fortune may be lurking within misfortune.

In Tang Zhen's view, possessing so many forbidden objects containing the remnants of gods and immortal power is itself a source of great calamity.

The fact that this secret realm eventually became ruins and ended up in its current bizarre and terrifying state is perhaps inextricably linked to these uncontrollable fragments of divine remains.

It is unknown what happened that led to the birth of this forbidden false god, but it is certain that it was a terrible and deadly disaster.

He destroyed the original order of the secret realm, fused all the cultivators here into one in an extremely cruel way, and then hid in the deepest part of the secret realm, quietly lying dormant.

Like parasites, they steal and devour the fragmented authority and power contained in the remnants of the divine remains, silently waiting for the opportunity to condense a divine spark.

The changes of the world, the rise and fall of dynasties, and even the conquest and assimilation of the world by the astral wizards have not affected this being in the secret realm.

The astral explorers and wizards were completely unaware of the anomalies in this place, continuing to regard it as a treasure trove waiting to be discovered. Little did they know that the core area of ​​this secret realm actually concealed an exceptionally terrifying being.

If they knew the truth, the Wizarding Alliance would never have opened the secret realm; instead, they would have done everything in their power to clean it up and destroy it.

As explorers continue to delve deeper, one day they will awaken this sleeping nightmare.

Tang Zhen's entry was merely a coincidence that caused him to awaken prematurely.

Faced with this false god, nearly a hundred meters tall, pieced together from countless remains and tormented souls, and radiating a suffocating and terrifying pressure, the cultivators who had initially gained confidence and hope after defeating the water monster felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their minds seized by an unprecedented despair!

Previously, when they fought the ferocious water monster, the cultivators thought it was a hellish level of difficulty, and that the most dangerous situation was nothing more than this.

But it wasn't until this moment, when they witnessed this false god mutated from a divine corpse, that they realized with horror that the previous battles were nothing more than a trivial "appetizer"!
The hideous presence before us is the ultimate terror that devours hope and light!
Such an indescribable false god, exuding a tangible evil divine power, turned the faces of those ninth-level cultivators who considered themselves top experts deathly pale.

The vast difference in their level of life and the nature of their power made them feel a deep-seated sense of powerlessness and fear, as if they were facing a terrifying creator.

In fact, compared to the Creator, the false god before them was far inferior, but still not something a ninth-level cultivator could contend with.

As for the lower-level wizards, they couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance, like ants looking up at a mountain.

Tang Zhen let out a cold snort, which made the cultivators' hearts skip a beat. He said in a clear but firm tone, "What's there to be afraid of? At worst, we'll just die!"

"Besides, it's not certain who will win or lose until the very end. The wizards of the Star Realm have succeeded in slaying otherworldly evil gods in this glorious war more than once!"
Why can't you recapture your glory and become legends who slay gods?

Upon hearing this, the wizards perked up, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

Slaying gods—what an alluring prospect!
The path of cultivation is inherently defying the heavens, and those cultivators who can reach this stage possess a will far beyond that of ordinary people.

It is absolutely impossible to make them accept their fate, surrender and wait to be slaughtered.

Since there is no way to avoid it or retreat, let's gather our courage and strength and fight back!
In a short time, the wizards were freed from the influence of fear, and their eyes revealed a resolute determination.

Go all out, fight to the death!
They silently adjusted their breathing, urging the little remaining magic power within their bodies to make final preparations for the battle that was destined to be extremely fierce.

The atmosphere inside the protective array became extremely tense at this moment, as if the air itself had frozen due to the killing intent.

The nine ninth-tier wizards all turned their gazes to Tang Zhen, their eyes filled with anticipation.

At this moment, Tang Zhen had become the backbone of everyone, their only and last hope in leading them to fight against this unprecedented calamity.

Tang Zhen remained silent, his deep gaze calmly fixed on the distorted false god. The terrifying pressure emanating from the other party, enough to shatter the minds of ordinary cultivators, seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

He stood like a reef amidst the raging mental storm, continuously defusing and resisting it.

Although the two sides have not yet made a move, the confrontation has already begun.

Without a sound, Tang Zhen once again used the last of his divine essence to open that incomparably profound rule vision.

In an instant, the world before his eyes once again shed its appearance and transformed into a strange scene composed of countless Heavenly Dao runes.