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

An ordinary saint's forbidden spell can flatten a city, or even a small country.

And the source-level forbidden spell—

It could flatten half the planet!

Without a doubt, if this sun were to set, everything within a radius of hundreds of kilometers in the northern border of Shenxia would be reduced to nothing.

Cities, villages, mountains, rivers—everything will melt into lava under the sun's rays.

Terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

Even when Klose and Olivia were together before, they didn't get this feeling.

Although the attacks from the two Dragon Kings were fierce.

But at least it's still within the scope of "understandable".

Ignatius's move—it wasn't an attack, it was more like divine punishment.

The saints' faces were as white as paper; some could no longer hold on, their domains shrinking rapidly under the high temperature, like ice blocks thrown into a steel furnace.

However, it was in this suffocating despair that...

Gu Xu's voice rang out again: "Not a buddy? You're really rude!"

Inside the sedan chair.

Gu Xu pulled his leg back from the edge of the sedan chair and slowly sat up straight.

He looked up at the crimson sun in the sky, then looked down at the saints on the ground who were almost exhausted from the heat.

The expression on his face changed from impatience to coldness.

"I told you, don't disturb the neighbors so late at night, didn't you listen? Fine... then I'll teach you a lesson about the rules of Sherlock!"

The voice just fell.

An invisible force spread wildly in all directions around Gu Xu.

The Realm of Calamity.

launch.

Black mist surged from beneath Gu Xu's feet.

It was as if someone had opened a valve leading to an abyss underground, and endless black mist spread in all directions at a speed that defied the laws of physics.

Wherever the black mist passed, the high temperature on the ground instantly disappeared.

The cracked, scorched earth quieted down under the cover of black mist, and the fissures that had been emitting a dark red light closed up again.

The scorching heat in the air was like a candle being blown out in the face of the black fog.

The saints stared blankly as the black mist flowed past their feet.

The intense heat that had nearly roasted them alive disappeared, replaced by an indescribable chill.

That kind of cold wasn't a temperature-related cold; it was a chill that seeped into your very bones.

But this chill made them feel incredibly comfortable at that moment.

But the black fog did not stop.

After it spread out on the ground, it began to climb upwards.

Countless jet-black columns of mist rose from the earth and spiraled upwards toward the crimson sun in the sky.

Like countless giant black pythons, they opened their mouths towards the sun.

However, at the very moment the Domain of Calamity exploded...

Ignatius's body suddenly stiffened.

Then, a bone-chilling cold...

It truly surged up from the soles of my feet and rushed straight to the top of my head.

"Wha...what happened?"

Ignatius's vertical pupils trembled violently.

The fear in my heart was instantly activated.

Most importantly, he was all too familiar with the aura of this black mist.

It could even be said that it is so familiar that it is unforgettable and etched into one's bones.

Because the last time he felt this way was through that lord's messenger.

That deity who exists beyond the stars.

Simply by sending an envoy to their plane, the entire dragon race of that plane bowed down to them.

It almost caused his source-level dragon heart to stop beating.

He will never forget that feeling.

And now, the exact same feeling is back.

"Damn it! No... something's not right!"

Subconsciously, Ignatius's instinct kicked in and he screamed.

The muscles beneath each scale were tightening uncontrollably, and the dragon blood within his body felt as if it had been thrown into an ice cellar, its temperature plummeting rapidly.

This is unreasonable, absolutely unreasonable, and even absurd!

This broken planet, in a lower plane...

How could someone possibly possess the same kind of power as that lord's messenger?

What nearly stopped his heart was...

This aura is not only of the same origin as that great man's power.

Even stronger!!!

If that person's aura is like an undercurrent surging in the deep sea...

Then what is emanating from this human boy is the deep sea itself.

But... how is that possible?

What kind of being is that lord's messenger?

They are the right-hand men of the ancient gods!

It is a supreme being capable of replacing the gods, leading armies to conquer the entire divine realm, and trampling all beings above the Origin level under their feet!

And the aura emanating from this human is even stronger than that of the great one.

For a moment he even doubted whether his senses were malfunctioning, but the encroaching black mist immediately gave him the answer in the most direct way.

It's not an illusion.

And it was only for Ignatius that he paused for half a second.

When he came to his senses, the black mist rising from the ground was no longer "spreading".

Instead, it is "devouring".

The crimson sun in the sky, which he had released with his own hand, began to rapidly dissipate and extinguish the moment the black mist touched it!

The crimson light was powerless against the black mist, being destroyed layer by layer until it was completely consumed.

One second, just one second.

The artificial sun, powerful enough to melt half a planet, vanished from the night sky, leaving not a trace of residual energy.

It's as if it never existed.

"hiss……"

At that moment, Ignatius felt his blood run cold.

You must know, this is his strongest forbidden spell, the ultimate technique that he spent tens of thousands of years cultivating to its peak!

In past conquests, this move has burned continents, melted oceans, and set the sky of the entire plane ablaze!

But now, a second is gone?

But what truly made him despair was yet to come.

That is, at the moment the forbidden spell disappeared, he seemed to lose connection with his own body.

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening?"

Ignatius's dragon body shuddered violently as he attempted to forcibly activate the defensive mechanism of his source-level domain.

But... there was no response.

That eternally burning heart of dragon flame felt as if it had been doused with a bucket of cold water.

It's completely extinguished.

That feeling was very strange...

He could feel that his power was still within him, not a bit less.

But I just can't get it to work.

It was as if an invisible lock had sealed all his abilities inside his body.

But the key wasn't in his possession.

In that instant, Ignatius panicked completely.

He wanted to speak.

I want to question what kind of thing this human is.

Why does he have the aura of a divine messenger?

I want to know what he did to shut down all his abilities.

But when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound, like an ant trapped in amber.

It can see and think, but it can't move, can't make a sound, and can't do anything.

Then he saw the black mist begin to change before him.

It is no longer a disorderly expanse, but rather converges in a certain direction.

Countless pillars of mist surged in from all directions, intertwining, entwining, and coalescing directly in front of him.

An outline begins to take shape.