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

Just when He was almost driven to the brink of madness by this absolute tranquility.

Change has finally occurred.

hum-

A barely perceptible hum suddenly resounded from the depths of nothingness.

Immediately afterwards, this originally pure white and lifeless space seemed to have been splashed with an extremely concentrated drop of ink.

Darkness began to spread at an illogical speed.

Zogra's countless eyeballs instantly shrank to the size of needles, staring intently ahead.

In the boundless darkness, a viscous shadow began to churn like boiling swamp. Then, a colossal phantom, so immense that even Zogra's spiritual form appeared small, slowly rose from the swamp.

That's... Cthulhu.

Or rather, it is an ancient lord who symbolizes the pinnacle of the past and represents the ultimate law of destruction.

The moment this colossal figure appeared before Zogra.

The entire space of Chuyun Ghost Domain seemed unable to withstand that terrifying pressure, and it emitted bursts of loud noises.

However, when Zogra saw the appearance of this "Cthulhu", a hint of astonishment flashed in his countless frenzied eyes.

Because this Cthulhu statue is in such a bizarre state.

He is not a complete entity, but rather exists between a phantom and a solid, presenting an extremely distorted and incongruous appearance.

In Cthulhu's chest cavity, an extremely solidified heart is pumping at a constant rhythm.

Each pulsation felt like a death knell tolling for the universe.

Inside his skull, the brain emitted a tangible, purplish-black aura that could shatter one's soul with a single glance.

Behind him, the pair of fleshy wings that blotted out the sky were real entities, each feather seemingly woven from a collapsing black hole.

Brain, heart, wings.

These three parts are completely solid entities, radiating a pure, ancient, and awe-inspiring aura.

But beyond these entities...

Cthulhu's skin, mouthparts, internal organs, and even the bones that support this enormous body are all transparent phantoms.

It's like an outline forcibly pieced together with a thin layer of mist, gathering and dispersing uncertainly in the darkness.

The blood vessels flow with tangible destructive essence, yet it is encased in illusory flesh and blood.

The thick tentacles, though just a dark shadow, were connected to a pair of solid wings.

This bizarre form, half true god and half illusion, can cause intense cognitive dissonance at first glance.

"Flawed...you are still flawed after all!"

After a brief moment of shock, Zogra, as if grasping at a last straw, roared madly, "You haven't restored the old authority at all! How could this battered shell possibly hold me back!"

At this moment, He seemed to see a glimmer of hope for a comeback, and all His tentacles tensed up once more, preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

However, the half-real Cthulhu made no response to Zogra's impotent rage.

It simply hovered there quietly, its illusory yet endlessly indifferent eyes looking down at the insect struggling in the mud.

Just then.

A soft footstep suddenly rang out in this sea of ​​consciousness.

"Da, da, da."

Zogra stiffly raised his trillions of eyeballs and slowly looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Above the head of that colossal Cthulhu. The place that represents the ancient, supreme throne.

The figure of the human boy had appeared there at some point.

And that human boy was naturally Gu Xu.

At this moment, Gu Xu still maintained that seemingly ordinary mortal appearance, without those nauseating deformities, nor exaggerated tentacles and scales.

He was wearing a slightly tattered coat, with one hand in his pocket, looking casual and relaxed.

Yet this seemingly harmless appearance, combined with the half-finished Cthulhu statue at his feet radiating an aura of extreme destruction, created a sense of oppression that made Zogra's soul tremble.

The feeling was like a king casually strolling through his backyard with a world-destroying beast on a leash.

"you……"

The transmission of Zogra's spirit came to an abrupt end.

At this moment, He realized that He could no longer even transmit His thoughts.

Because He saw no trace of fear or apprehension in the boy's eyes.

There was also no sense of gravity regarding the challenge that transcends class boundaries.

Some of it was mockery, and condescending...pity.

"Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Gu Xu stood atop Cthulhu's head, tilting his head slightly to look down at the enormous mass of flesh composed of countless mental tentacles.

"You're right, this body isn't completely repaired yet."

"But so what?"

Gu Xu gently pulled his hand out of his pocket and snapped his fingers crisply.

Snapped!

With that crisp sound, the laws of the entire Chuyun Ghost Realm instantly boiled over.

Those once peaceful spaces have transformed into countless invisible shackles, tightly binding Zogra's spiritual body.

The authority of "Judgment of Calamity" is fully activated at this moment.

Zogra was shocked to discover that his already dwindling mental strength was being weakened at an alarming rate.

10%, 50%, 80%...

In just a moment, His authority could not be responded to; His power had been completely sealed!

Of course, not only did his authority disappear, but his spiritual power also gradually calmed down.

At this moment, Zogra truly panicked.

Unfortunately, He could do nothing but silently accept this silent oppression.

As Gu Xu looked down at the false god who had been completely crushed into a lump of dead flesh, the mockery in his eyes gradually faded.

He slightly opened his arms, and the black and white crown behind him shone with dazzling light in the darkness.

"The old days are indeed over."

"But I... am the new ruler."

Gu Xu looked down at Him, a chilling smile appearing on his face: "So... Your Excellency, the False God, welcome to..."

"My home turf."

The moment the words fell, Cthulhu's illusory giant hands slammed down.

Of course, this is within the spiritual realm "Izumo: Ghost Domain," which is absolutely controlled by Gu Xu.

There is no such thing as dodging, nor is there any spatial displacement.

After all, the mark of the past has locked onto Zogra's spirit, and the action of this giant hand striking down is an absolute law that cannot be defied.

"roar--!"

Seeing this, Zogra let out the most desperate roar of all those long years.

The enormous chunk of flesh, formed from countless intertwined spiritual tendrils, began to vanish the instant the giant hand struck it down.