I have a city in another world

Chapter 7024 Hidden Within the Divine Body...

The cultivators watching the battle were as if they had been collectively frozen in place, their eyes wide with disbelief, standing motionless.

They had witnessed the entire scene that had unfolded in the blink of an eye, but their brains refused to understand it, or rather, were unable to comprehend what had happened.

That was a false god, a terrifying being who was perhaps only one step away from becoming a true god!
From the moment it appeared, its oppressive aura, like the collapse of the heavens and the gaze of the abyss, made all cultivators clearly realize that this was an existence they could not contend with.

Influenced by the cognition and fear originating from their souls, they couldn't even muster the thought of resistance. Faced with possible killing, they were more like numb, closing their eyes and waiting for death in despair.

Who could have predicted that the terrifying existence that cultivators considered absolutely invincible, like the embodiment of a nightmare, would crumble and collapse in the blink of an eye?

Many cultivators' thoughts stagnated at this moment, as if time had been stretched out infinitely.

They stared blankly as the colossal object collapsed and disintegrated. Only when the muffled, thunderous sound of water crashing into the ground and the towering, turbid waves surged and spread did they suddenly realize what earth-shattering event had occurred.

In an instant, boundless panic and extreme shock, like a torrent of ice and fire, overwhelmed their minds.

When something is too incredible and far exceeds the boundaries of cognition and imagination, human instinct often drives consciousness to generate strong doubts.

Many cultivators felt the same way at this moment. They felt that the scene of the collapse of the false god was not real, but more like a collective absurd illusion, a misperception caused by the distortion of consciousness before death.

No matter how doubtful or confused they were, the facts before their eyes were undeniable. What they thought was impossible was now vividly presented before them, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

"The false god...is dead?"

Finally, one of the cultivators spoke up and asked.

He swallowed hard, his voice dry and hoarse, trembling with disbelief, and asked his companion in a low voice, his tone filled with a faint hope of surviving a disaster.

But his companion also looked bewildered, his eyes unfocused, unable to give a definite answer: "Maybe... I... I'm not sure either... but I think we... maybe... won't die here?"

"Hahaha... There's actually a chance to leave alive?!"

Another cultivator suddenly let out a few low growls that sounded like a mix of crying and laughing, somewhat neurotic, "I...I was prepared to die here!"

At this moment, the cultivators seemed to have been collectively freed from some kind of mental shackles. An unprecedented, almost exhausting sense of relaxation, mixed with a great sense of bewilderment, swept over their entire bodies in an instant.

Since the anomaly in the secret realm and the appearance of the false god, each of them has been like a bowstring stretched to its limit, their minds so tense they are almost about to break, daring not to relax in the slightest, even their breathing is filled with heavy pressure.

But at this moment, the string seemed to snap, replaced by a feeling of relief and lightness.

They spoke almost recklessly and vented their emotions, as if trying to confirm that they were still alive and that the nightmare seemed to be truly over.

"No, it's not dead!"

A serious and deep voice rang out, like a splash of cold water, instantly quieting the somewhat out-of-control scene.

The one who spoke was a ninth-level cultivator. His expression was solemn, and his eyes were fixed on the murky waters where the false god had collapsed.

The cultivators, who had just begun to feel warm, were instantly enveloped by a chill, and feelings of despair began to resurface.

Unexpectedly, the ninth-level cultivator spoke again, his voice carrying a strange, barely suppressed excitement: "But compared to dying, it's not much different!"

Not only him, but the faces of the other ninth-level cultivators also showed an indescribable excitement and exhilaration.

The outcome they were facing was completely beyond their expectations!

The moment the false god appeared, they envisioned all sorts of worst-case scenarios, including Tang Zhen's death and their subsequent annihilation, but they dared not imagine what was happening before their eyes.

The false god was severely injured by the attack, and his body was on the verge of collapse!

Despite their best efforts to overestimate Tang Zhen's strength, believing him to be virtually invincible among ninth-tier cultivators, they still held certain beliefs.

Faced with this false god who had touched the threshold of the divine realm, they judged based on their own realm and understanding that even Tang Zhen had no chance of winning.

They acknowledged that Tang Zhen was very strong, but even if he was strong, there should be a limit; he could not possibly cross the essential chasm between mortals and gods.

Little did they know that Tang Zhen's power far exceeded the scope of their own understanding.

It is precisely this huge gap in understanding that makes the "impossible" result before them so profoundly shocking, and after the shock comes a volcanic eruption of ecstasy and excitement!

Fortunately, this group of ninth-level cultivators were, after all, top-tier beings who had weathered many storms, and after a brief moment of loss of composure, they quickly regained their senses.

They knew exactly what to do at that moment.

Therefore, he immediately spoke out to remind the lower-level cultivators who had become somewhat complacent because they saw hope that the false god was not completely dead and the crisis had not been completely resolved. At this moment, they must not let their guard down and must be more vigilant to guard against any possible accidents.

Several ninth-level cultivators suppressed their joy, exchanged glances, and instantly reached a consensus. What they needed to do now was to cooperate with Tang Zhen to "finish off" the severely injured pseudo-god.

We must go all out, strike while the iron is hot, and kill this terrible creature completely.

Otherwise, once they recover, everyone will be killed without a burial place.

Tang Zhen single-handedly delivered a fatal blow that could only be described as a miracle; they could not and would never dare to stand idly by.

Filled with deep awe for Tang Zhen, several ninth-level cultivators attempted to contact him, cautiously inquiring if they needed anything.

The current situation seems very favorable, but without Tang Zhen's permission, they dare not participate rashly, for fear of disrupting the other party's plans or causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

This is both a gesture of goodwill and a test.

Even at this moment, a dark thought, like a venomous snake, quietly rose in the minds of some ninth-level cultivators.

If Tang Zhen was severely weakened by that attack and in bad shape, could they...?

Seize the opportunity to make a move and grab the unimaginable huge benefits that the fall of this false god may bring?

For example, what about the core that contains divine power?

But as soon as the thought arose, they forcibly suppressed it themselves.

The risks were so great that they trembled, and even thinking about them a little more would cause them panic.

Tang Zhen's methods were too bizarre and unpredictable; who could guarantee that he didn't have a backup plan?
Looking at Tang Zhen in the air, he was still quietly suspended, silently watching the scene of the false god collapsing below.

His expression was calm, and although his breathing was restrained, there was no sign of disorder or weakness.

It seemed that the earth-shattering blow had not caused him much damage, and he remained in full combat readiness.

From the surface alone, there is indeed nothing unusual to be seen.

This unfathomable calm was like a bucket of ice water, completely extinguishing any侥幸心理 (侥幸心理 refers to a sense of luck or侥幸心理) of those with ill intentions.

The crowd's averted gazes then turned to the massive collapsed sinkhole.

The once calm and mirror-like sinkhole is now covered with a sticky, black and red foul-smelling substance produced after the collapse of the false god.

The murky water was covered with large patches of bloody foam, mixed with unidentifiable debris and skeletons.

There were broken weapon fragments, twisted metal components, and even more broken bones belonging to different races and in different forms.

Before this, all these things had been forcibly incorporated into the body of the false god, forming that awe-inspiring, twisted mountain.

As the forces that maintained the balance collapsed, these mountains of debris were scattered like garbage.

An intense, almost tangible stench rose into the sky. It was a deadly smell, a mixture of billions of rotten substances, pus, blood, and highly toxic energy. Just a whiff of it would make one dizzy, and those with lower cultivation levels might even die on the spot from the poison.

The scene before them seemed to definitively prove that the false god was dead and the great crisis had been averted.

However, the still-closed secret realm space barrier, and the constantly writhing scene at the bottom of the pit, as if something was struggling to emerge from the filthy slime, clearly told everyone.

This is far from over!
"You ant, you deserve to die—!!!"

A roar filled with endless resentment, carrying anger and a sense of ancient desolation, like the dying howl of a wounded beast, suddenly erupted from the pile of foul-smelling slime at the bottom of the pit.

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, a figure about the same height as an ordinary person, yet exuding an unsettling, twisted aura, suddenly stood up from the filth.

Its entire body is corroded, seemingly composed of some kind of dark gold dust and charred bones. Its shape vaguely retains some humanoid features, but many joints are reversed, and its body surface is covered with shadowy tentacles that wriggle like living creatures.

Its head was tilted back, and its face, which had no specific features but only two pale, leaping soul flames, was fixed on Tang Zhen in the air. The resentment and hatred it contained were almost tangible, as if it wanted to devour Tang Zhen alive, tear him to pieces, and scatter his bones to ashes.

Tang Zhen, however, silently observed his opponent, showing no intention of making a move.

Upon closer inspection of certain details of this figure, especially the emblem hanging around its neck that is already broken but still reveals strange vine and star patterns, it seems to be exactly the same as the pattern in the journal in the secret room that Olivia discovered.

Tang Zhen had read the log and knew that this kind of identity badge was equivalent to an identity certificate and was a unique symbol for every cultivator.

A startling, chilling guess flashed through my mind like lightning.

This twisted figure crawling out of the remnants of the false god is very likely the original owner of the secret chamber that Olivia discovered, and may even be the true source of the anomaly in the secret realm back then.