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Chapter 382. The Phantom Descends
"Om-"

All screens around the world froze at the same moment, and were then forcibly switched.

From the giant advertising screens on the rooftops of skyscrapers to the glowing cell phones in the hands of pedestrians, the same image appears on every illuminated surface—a dark conference room.

Under the watchful gaze of countless divine phantoms, and amidst the breathless gazing of billions of living beings, the pitch-black temple that stretched between the two realms and was submerged in the center of the Red Sea once again rang out with the sound of bells.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

The sound of the bell was like an ancient pulse, deep and slow, with a long echo.

It's less like a declaration and more like a confirmation—a confirmation that some supreme will has lowered its gaze and cast a shadow upon this place.

Inside the silent temple, Edric, who had been unable to communicate with his boss, excitedly looked up upon hearing this voice.

He ran quickly outside and sure enough, he saw a phantom image appear in the sky.

It was a deity wrapped in a wide black robe, with a somewhat thin figure.

There are no strange multi-headed creatures, no flamboyant thousand arms; it simply stands still, its outline completely that of a "person".

The long black hood was pulled low, the shadows swallowing most of his face, with only a sliver of his pale, almost bloodless chin showing at the edge.

He leaned on a black scythe, more silent than his figure, its blade silent yet seemingly having reaped countless clamors.

Just by existing here, a cold, damp aura, from the very end of all things, silently spreads out, permeating every inch of the air.

It was an end in itself that made the soul instinctively shrink back and made even divinity feel a chilling cold.

Although it was his boss, Edric was also afraid of the eerie aura of the Death Order. He dared not move forward, but that did not stop him from standing at the door, excitedly watching his boss unleash his power in the air.

Having not descended to earth in a long time, many gods speculated that something might have happened to the Chief of the Death Order, perhaps he was in a period of power transition, or perhaps he had fallen into some unfathomable long slumber.

But now, upon seeing the phantom in the sky, all doubts, all probing, and all restless thoughts were completely frozen the moment the phantom descended.

That familiar, chilling aura etched into my very soul.

The phantom of that scythe that had silently and precisely severed the crown of the gods.

A mere gaze is enough to awaken a collective tremor deep within the very core of the gods' consciousness.

And so, under the skies of the New World, one after another, the phantoms of gods, like dewdrops exposed to raging flames, vanished without a trace before they could even ripple with a "pop."

In the end, only a blood moon remained.

It hung alone in the sky, its color as thick as congealed blood, making the silhouette of the black robe appear even more sinister.

The slender and desolate divine figure in the air made a very subtle movement.

He slowly raised the scythe in his hand, a scythe more silent than the night itself.

The movements were not swift, but they carried an undeniable authority.

“Buzz————————————”

As the scythe was raised, the previously invisible void behind Him began to surge silently. The black, netherworld power condensed, piled up, and rose from nothingness, transforming into a gray-black barrier that stretched from the sky to the earth amidst a buzzing sound.

The barrier was exceptionally thick, like a dark curtain cutting through space, slowly and steadily extending towards the horizon on both sides, eventually closing to form a complete, inverted bowl-shaped, dark gray wall, isolating the area behind the deity from the other side.

Within the dome, the light seemed to have been subtly stripped of its vibrant energy, acquiring a constant, lingering gray hue, like the approaching end of twilight. Then, on the ground of this gray-toned world, a colossal emblem silently rose into the air.

It was a complex pattern of black and gold, with an intricate structure.

This means that this area has become the domain of the god of death and silence.

After the barrier was raised, the gods did not rush to leave.

She turned slightly toward a distant, empty sky, the shadow beneath her hood seemingly piercing through layers of void, locking onto an "existence" that ordinary people and even common gods could not perceive.

Without any build-up or fanfare, simply and effortlessly, towards that void, he raised his wrist and struck—the movement was understated and effortless.
“Buzz————————”

A pure, profound black ripple, seemingly capable of swallowing all light and sound, spread out from the blade of the scythe.

It silently rolled through space, and wherever it passed, even nothingness seemed to groan under its unbearable burden.

“Buzz——!!!”

The black wave abruptly collided with something somewhere. A sharp, shrill buzzing sound, as if the soul had been instantly torn apart, exploded outwards.

Clearly, Death was still ruthless. A sinful god lurking deep in the void had been killed by this seemingly casual but incredibly precise attack.

Having completed this strike, which was as easy as brushing away dust, the divine phantom in the sky began to fade, slowly dissipating like ink dissolving in water.

But in the last instant before His figure completely disappeared, that cold gaze, seemingly casual yet incredibly clear, swept across the void in all directions.

This single glance, without lingering, sent a chill through the very depths of the divine being into the hearts of all those hidden gazes in the void who had been fortunate enough to escape the impact of the previous attack.

Then, the sky returned to its empty expanse, leaving only the blood moon, which continued to cast its viscous light coldly upon the silent, gray-black barrier.

And in a room somewhere in the realm of revelry—

Jiang Jianxin abruptly put down her phone, her body swaying violently. Before she could even cover her mouth, she spat out a mouthful of thick blood onto the floor in front of her with a "pfft".

The blood-red color spread under the light, a shocking sight.

A sharp pain and intense dizziness swept over me, and my vision quickly blurred and went black.

She collapsed forward, unable to hold on any longer. Before her consciousness completely sank into darkness, she mustered her last bit of strength to squeeze out a few broken words from between her bloodied teeth:
"Help...help me...call an ambulance..."

The room was empty except for her.

The intuition in its mind remained silent for a moment, as if it were being spoken to, and it exclaimed in surprise:

"I...I don't even have a physical body, how can I call an ambulance for you?"

Just when the truth of the answer was at a loss, its omniscient power suddenly detected a subtle electronic signal fluctuation that was occurring.

Jiang Jianxin's phone, which had fallen not far away, lit up automatically.

A number that had been pre-set and marked as "emergency" was dialed directly.

"Drip... drip..."

A long, rhythmic tone indicating a wait for connection came through the receiver.

Oh, so that's not what you were talking about with me.

The answer, Truth, also breathed a sigh of relief.