The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

A dazzling red light exploded the moment the blade fell, instantly obscuring the vision of everyone on the battlefield.

The light did not illuminate everything, but rather burned everything.

Visual information was forcibly taken over at that moment.

Your eyes tell you there is only red, nothing else.

Red sky, red earth, red air, red sounds—yes, even the sounds have turned red.

It was an experience of complete sensory invasion.

However, faced with a blow that could instill despair even in a demigod, Gu Xu simply lowered his head.

It lowered itself just a little, as if trying to avoid a gust of wind.

"hehe……"

Then, Gu Xu smiled.

It's not mockery, it's not disdain.

It's more like a feeling of satisfaction—finally getting what you've been waiting for.

He slowly raised his head.

The red light had not completely dissipated, and the battlefield was filled with red afterimages left by the surging waves. In these afterimages, Gu Xu opened his eyes.

Something was spinning in his pupils; it was the pattern of a clock.

The watch face was dark purple with silver hands, which were slowly turning. With each turn, his aura intensified.

"alright."

Suddenly, Gu Xu spoke up: "I'm not playing anymore."

He stood up from inside the ghost sedan chair.

This was the first time he had stood up since the start of the war.

No matter what methods the Great God Huang Quanjin used before, he always remained crooked in the sedan chair.

Leaning back against the chair, chin in hand, he looked like he was watching a show.

Now he has stood up.

This action itself is a signal, and the signal means—I'm serious.

"Next."

Gu Xu stepped out of the ghost sedan chair, his gaze passing through the still surging red afterglow, through the flying fragments of wronged souls, through the thousand-meter-tall Dharma image, and landing directly on the face of the Great God of the Underworld.

"I'll show you what I'm made of—"

"The power of the ancient rulers."

The words fell.

Gu Xu moved.

It wasn't his body that moved, but his mental energy.

Gu Xu pushed his mental power to its limit.

"Buzzing!"

Suddenly, the Domain of Calamity let out a violent whisper.

The entire independent space of the Calamity Domain felt like a heart suddenly skipping a beat.

The black fog surged.

All the rules within the domain were tightened in that instant.

It was twisted to the extreme.

At this moment, Gu Xu's aura seemed to have been kicked to a completely new level.

The oppressive aura that I could barely sense before.

Now it has become a weight that is causing the space itself to collapse.

The black mist of the calamity domain surged and condensed beneath his feet, eventually forming a swirling vortex around him.

He was at the center of the vortex.

The edge of the vortex—is the entire Land of the Dead.

He is the core of this space.

He is the rule.

Opposite him, the Great God Huang Quanjin also felt this power.

Her expression suddenly changed drastically.

However, she had no way out.

The blade had already been drawn.

There's no reason to take it back.

Gu Xu neither dodged nor blocked.

He raised his right hand, just like that.

Spread your fingers wide, palm facing forward.

All the power of the realm of calamity gathered in his palm.

A dark light emanated from between his five fingers; the light was not dazzling, but rather somewhat dim.

next moment.

The two forces collided.

No sound.

All sounds within a radius of tens of kilometers—the sound of blood raining down, the wailing of wronged souls, the churning of bone dust, the sound of space shattering—all vanished.

The world turned into a silent film at that moment.

Then, the light came.

A light so blinding it numbed all the senses.

The light exploded from the point of impact between the two forces, spreading in all directions at an unreasonable speed.

The tip of the light is white, extremely white.

The back end of the light is black, extremely black.

The two colors coexist in the same light, as if creation and destruction have been blended together.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

It could be a second, it could be ten seconds, or it could be a century.

In the instant that black and white light engulfed everything, the concept of time in the entire Land of the Dead was completely shattered.

Without a reference point, without coordinates, it seems that even the concept of "direction" no longer exists.

Only light.

Endless light!

Then, at some point, the light began to fade.

Like the tide, it starts from the edge of the field of vision and gradually recedes.

The first thing to recover was the tactile sensation underfoot—the shattered earth, the powdered bone fragments, and the ruins crushed into dust.

Then there was the sound—the sound of the wind, or rather, not the sound of the wind, but the airflow caused by the breathing of some enormous thing.

The breathing was deep and slow.

With each inhalation, the air within a radius of tens of kilometers is slightly pulsated.

With each exhale, debris on the ground is blown dozens of meters away.

Finally, vision was restored.

And the moment when vision was completely restored—

The thousand-meter-tall spirit statue of the Great God of the Underworld is gone.

Thoroughly clean, completely spotless, as if it had never existed.

There weren't even any energy fragments left after the Dharma form dissipated.

Those dark red flames of resentment, those surging phantoms of wronged souls, that giant katana capable of slicing through the sky—all gone.

But the sky is not empty.

Quite the opposite.

There's something new in the sky.

Something much larger, more terrifying, and more oppressive than the necromancer.

That was an outline.

The first thing that comes into view is the tentacles.

Countless tentacles.

Each one is over 100 meters in diameter and its surface is covered with layers of dark purple scales.

A faint light, like stardust, seeped from the gaps between the scales.

Those tentacles extended down from the cracks in the sky, as if they had squeezed into this space from another dimension.

They were slowly wriggling.

With each undulation, the surrounding space distorts.

Then there's the head, a huge skull shaped somewhere between an octopus and a human.

The lower half of its head was covered with dense tentacles, each one as thick as a bridge pillar in the city.

The whiskers drifted through the air at an extremely slow pace, creating enough air currents to stir up sandstorms on the ground.

Above the head are a pair of eyes.

To describe it using eyes would be too inaccurate; to be precise... it's like two abysses.

And behind this enormous head.

It extends into an even larger torso.

Its trunk is covered with wing-like membranous structures.

Those membrane wings are translucent, with a dense network of veins on their surface, like a spider web.

Dark purple liquid flowed through each vein. It resembled blood, or perhaps liquefied starlight.

The membrane wings fully deployed.

The sky over the entire Land of the Dead was completely obscured, leaving no room for airflow!

The size of this thing can no longer be described as "large".

It is the sky itself.

The dark red sky that was just there has now been completely replaced by its body.

When you look up, you don't see the sky, but this.

The true face of the Lord of the Old Ones.