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Lynn didn't stop; he was studying the divine essence.

The rules of the plague are more complete than those of the seven divine beings.

It's not fragments, it's a complete set of rules.

He spent thousands of years refining this divine essence until it became one with His soul. If the rules were removed, the divine essence would shatter, and He would die.

But if it is not separated, it would be a waste to put this thing on the god of plague.

Seemingly sensing the impending death, the plague god desperately begged for mercy, but Lynn did not stop at all.

His spiritual power had already entangled that divine essence.

The grayish-green crystal is about the size of a fist and has countless tiny lines on its surface.

Those patterns are the soul imprints of the God of Plague, each representing His refinement over thousands of years.

Lynn's mental energy transformed into countless fine needles, piercing into those lines, picking them off one by one, dismantling them one by one.

The god of plague screamed in agony.

The sound was extremely sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, sending chills down your spine...

His body began to convulse, his limbs flailing wildly, but Lynn's mental power held him in place, unable to move.

His skin began to crack, and a grayish-green light shone through the cracks.

The boils on His body burst open, and pus splattered everywhere, but it evaporated into mist before it even hit the ground.

"No...spare me..." The voice of the plague god grew weaker and weaker.

Lynn grabbed the divine spark and pulled it outwards.

The plague god's body suddenly arched up, like a chicken being strangled.

The divine essence emerged from His chest, first as a pointed corner, then as the entire upper half.

A gray-green light illuminated the entire divine kingdom, and the organs hanging on the walls exploded simultaneously, sending blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The plague god's voice became shrill and piercing, his mouth opened to its widest extent, and a hoarse sound came from his throat.

His body began to wither and shrink, his skin clung to his bones, and his bones began to become brittle and break.

Lynn completely extracted the divine essence.

The gray-green crystal spun in his palm, emitting a cold light.

Besides the Plague rule, it also contains remnants of the seven other rules: War, Wisdom, Death, Harvest, Storm, Forging, and Lust.

Those rules were shrouded in the rules of the plague, like insects caught in a spider web.

To devour the other seven powerful rules with a plague—what a voracious appetite!

The god of plague lay paralyzed on the ground.

His body had shrunk to half its original size, like a dried-out corpse.

The skin was grayish-white, bloodless, and dull.

The abscesses had completely shrunk, and His eyes were still open, but they were no longer bright, like two dead fish eyes.

"My lord...my lord..." His voice squeezed out from his chapped lips.

"Help me...help me...I'll do whatever you say...be your dog...be your servant...help me..."

Lynn looked down at Him and nodded.

He raised his hand, and all things emerged from the void, standing beside him.

Wanxiang looked down at the shriveled lump on the ground, expressionless.

"Here you go," Lynn said.

Wanxiang crouched down and hugged the god of plague.

The plague god's body huddled in its embrace, like a frightened mouse.

He looked up at Wanxiang's blank face and suddenly understood something.

"No...no...I don't want to be eaten...I am a god...I am the god of plague...I don't want to..."

Everything opened its mouth.

Dark purple mist poured from its mouth, enveloping the plague god's body.

The god of plague struggled in the mist, kicking his limbs and opening and closing his mouth.

His voice grew softer and softer until it became a sigh. The mist retreated into the mouth of all things, and the god of plague disappeared.

Wanxiang stood up, and the dark purple mist around him thickened.

Lynn held the Plague God in his palm and closed his eyes.

[Analysis] Activate, begin disassembling the structure of this divine essence.

The Plague Rule is the core, with seven other rules—War, Wisdom, Death, Harvest, Storm, Forging, and Lust—as branches.

Like a tree, the trunk is plague, and the branches are the other seven.

He removed most of the rules from the seven divine entities, but the part that the God of Plague had refined himself remained.

Those rules have been assimilated by the plague rules and are indistinguishable from each other.

Lynn stripped the rules from God.

The gray-green chains of rules floated out from his palm, drilled into his body, and merged into his flesh, bones, and soul.

The plague rule is stronger than the other seven. When it enters the body, it's like a red-hot iron bar, but it's quickly absorbed.

His physical body became even stronger, and his resistance to the plague also increased significantly.

The rules of war, wisdom, death, harvest, storms, forging, and love that were assimilated were also incorporated.

Although they are only remnants, the seven together are not simple.

Lynn opened his eyes and tossed the emptied divine essence to Wanxiang.

Wanxiang caught it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

Its aura surged again, and its strength reached the mid-stage of the third ring.

Despite its rapid early-game progression, achieving the Stigmata milestone after crossing the third ring is not so easy.

The energy is sufficient, but all things lack their own thoughts and cannot comprehend the rules. Relying solely on eating, no matter how much they eat, they will never reach the level of a god-king.

Only by taking over the world rules in the goblin world, becoming the "spokesperson" for the rules, and becoming the "Heavenly Way" can one overcome this hurdle.

Lynn glanced at the Divine Kingdom.

A throne made of bones, a floor covered with rotting flesh, and organs hanging from the walls.

It is disgusting, but it contains a great deal of divine power; the accumulated power of the plague god over thousands of years is all contained within it.

"Eat this too," Lynn said.

The myriad phenomena spread out their arms, and dark purple mist surged from their bodies, spreading in all directions like a tide.

When the mist touched the bones, the bones turned to dust; when it touched the rotting flesh, the rotting flesh turned to dust; when it touched the wall, the wall turned to dust.

The divine kingdom began to shrink, its edges swallowed by mist, disappearing inch by inch.

The fog receded from all things, and the divine kingdom vanished.

It hovered in the void, and its aura increased significantly.

Lynn turned and flew toward the seven shattered divine kingdoms, with myriad phenomena following behind.

The fragments of the War God Kingdom still float there, their dark golden light already dimmed.

The universe opened its arms, and mist surged out, enveloping and swallowing the fragments.

Kingdom of Wisdom, Kingdom of Death, Kingdom of Harvest, Kingdom of Storms, Kingdom of Forging, Kingdom of Love and Desire.

One piece at a time, I swallowed them all.

The aura of all things is rising, from mid-level to high-level, and finally to peak...

It was just one step away from becoming a god-king, but it couldn't take that step.

The dark purple mist on its body was constantly churning, but no matter how much it churned, it could not break through that barrier.

It doesn't lack energy, it lacks rules.

It is merely a container; it can hold, absorb, and consume, but it cannot create.

Without rules, one cannot become a "God King" or advance to "Holy Marks".

Lynn looked away. "That's enough. Go back and continue absorbing the plague."

Upon receiving Lynn's order, Wanxiang opened its eyes and turned to fly towards the Plague World.