Ferocious pollution and twisted murderous consciousness filled He Ao’s mind; at this moment, his consciousness had already split in two, one part in the dark, sealed abandoned building and another part in the glittering Bling City. In fact, long before He Ao had exchanged for the [Usurper] Character Card, he had been contemplating how to utilize the power of the [Usurper]. After using the Character Card to fully understand Nell’s condition, he had more time to verify his own ideas. Firstly, it was impossible to directly control Nell’s movements; doing so would detonate the balance of power within Nell, causing him to lose control of his body, and beyond that, He Ao could no longer control the situation. Since it was impossible to utilize these powers directly through Nell’s body, he changed his approach, pondering how he could "absorb" Nell’s power—or to be exact, through Nell, "absorb" the power of the deceased War God. The Divine Being highly related to Nell was the War God, but directly praying to the War God would certainly yield no results. Yiluo, and possibly other identities of He Ao in the future, were unlikely to be related to the War God. Almost entirely dead, the desire for resurrection of the War God clearly couldn’t sustain a complex ritual structure. But if one didn’t pray to the War God, and Nell himself did not possess a High Positional Grade, then how could one establish contact with Nell through a ritual? At that moment, He Ao thought of something else, ’K.’ He had already verified that in terms of Mysticism Knowledge, ’K’ could refer to him, regardless of his identity. ’K’ should accurately point to him. So conversely, could ’K’ point to an ’identity’ he had used before? Thus, while using the ’Nell’ Character Card, he continuously borrowed high-grade Mysticism Knowledge conveyed by the War God, studying which symbols could refer to Nell. Usually, the directional symbols of a Divine Being’s retainers contain the transformed symbol of the Divine Being, indicating that they are a follower of a specific Divine Being. But ’Nell’ was not like that. After several attempts, He Ao finally discovered that incorporating elements from the War God into ’K’s symbol obtained a transformed ’K’ symbol that could successfully point to ’Nell.’ Therefore, the symbol He Ao eventually obtained was a complex ’K’ character that resembled both a weapon and a tentacle. This symbol, although several orders of magnitude more complex than ’K,’ was still a transformation of the ’K’ symbol. Hence, it still pointed to ’K,’ but at the same time, it also pointed to ’Nell.’ It felt to He Ao as if ’K’ pointed to some kind of operating system, while this complex version of ’K’ added a multitude of modifiers, pointing to a specific hardware device running this operating system. It pointed both to the operating system and the hardware device. However, as it currently seemed, this type of ’special directional’ symbol could only merge the ’K’ symbol with some kind of high-grade symbol to be effective. This meant that probably only characters who meet a certain ’High Positional Grade condition’ could have such special directional symbols. And because He Ao himself was ’K’, he did not need a complex ritual to communicate with this symbol and could instantly connect with ’Nell.’ But merely communicating through the symbol could only achieve basic communication and the brief borrowing of power. It couldn’t bear the advent of Angelic Tier strength unless some ’High Positional Grade’ power served as the base for this symbol. Thus, when using the ’Usurper God’ ability, He Ao briefly employed High Positional Grade strength to engrave this directional symbol onto his body. However, this was his first time operating so concretely, so from the very beginning, he had been communicating with Nell’s body through the symbol on a small scale to adapt to this connection. And now, he had fully activated this ’connection.’ After activating the ’connection’, although he was still controlling Yiluo’s body, a part of his spirit had ’descended’ upon Nell in response to Yiluo’s prayers. This feeling was strange; he was both the petitioner and the responder. However, this operation turned out exactly as he had predicted from the start; he could directly "absorb" the War God’s power through ’Nell.’ Even more, because this "absorbed" power did not reside in Nell’s body and did not affect Nell’s balance, the amount of power he could mobilize was slightly more than what Nell could muster. Although these powers were not tightly controlled by the balance within Nell’s body, they were still influenced by He Ao’s soul capacity. As the ’gifted’ power continued to increase, this vast strength also reached the limits of what He Ao’s soul could currently control. Since the ritual had no ’sacrifice’, the energy maintaining the transmission channel also came from Nell’s side. Even at this close distance, there was still a high level of loss. He Ao estimated that the power that could ultimately descend into Yiluo’s body was roughly at Incomplete Angel Tier and that it couldn’t be maintained for a long time. This made He Ao more profoundly understand why Divine Beings didn’t easily ’self-fund a Divine Descent’; even at this close distance, the loss was so high, and those Divine Beings often resided beyond the bounds of time and space where the losses must be frighteningly high. However, this was also enough to illustrate the ’enthusiasm’ of a good friend self-funding a Divine Descent. Of course, although He Ao’s actual operation was very complex, everything translated to reality was, in fact, very quick. A dazzling red brilliance filled the sky, laden with golden thunder in an instant, and then the entire crimson sky began to fall, forming an enormous vortex that eclipsed the sky, pouring into the body of the young man held aloft by the illusion. "What is this? Some kind of Grace? The ’Divine Being’ you worship?" The massive White Robe Phantom raised its head, its writhing geometrical features looking toward the sky. With one hand, he continued to pin down the young man as the translucent space solidified into an illusionary geometry, sealing off the space around the young man’s body. At the same time, he raised his other hand and reached for the crimson glow in the sky. The space under that crimson radiance instantly quieted down, coalescing into a series of odd, semi-transparent geometric shapes, like dancing ice crystals in the air. These ethereal geometrical bodies were quickly linked together, resembling an invisible palm covering the entire city, reaching out to grasp the crimson light in the sky. The dense crystals grew larger and larger until they covered the entire sky. The enormous red funnel connected to the youth was severed in a very short time due to the ’obstruction’ of the expanding geometric crystal space. A faint chewing noise came from beneath the golden sky. The White Robe Phantom looked down just in time to see the ’youth’ clamped in his illusory giant hand, already tossing a sparkling ’crystal eyeball’ into his mouth and rapidly chewing it. "Did you eat the Eye of Annihilation? Are you insane?" Geometric patterns on the cheek of the White Robe Phantom wriggled rapidly, and a humming, somewhat surprised voice echoed through the void. At this moment, the youth seemed not to hear his words. As he chewed the crystal eyeball, he reached out, touching the ghostly geometrical bodies that locked the space around him. The crimson glow enveloped the youth’s body, and from his eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth, it streamed out ceaselessly. The entire world in He Ao’s field of view transformed rapidly, with endless overlapping and twisting patterns unfolding before him. Terrifying and twisted ’calls from the Truth’ continually resounded in his mind. Endless Strength spread to every inch of his body, trying to utterly tear his flesh apart. This was the power from the ’Eye of Annihilation’, the power of the B-level Talent Sequence corresponding to the path of the ’Secret Watcher’. He Ao didn’t even know the name of this Talent Sequence or its ritual. He had taken the craziest, most brutal approach for his ’promotion’. But he wasn’t worried in his heart. When Yiluo was promoted to ’Secret Watcher’, he had no ritual either. This was the simplest and most brutal way of promotion in this world, suitable for those who survived, but not for those who perished. A normal C-level body couldn’t withstand the Angelic Tier’s Strength, not even an Incomplete Angel’s, let alone Yiluo, whose physical state was even worse. Therefore, He Ao had to be promoted. Since it was already on the verge of collapsing, why not let it collapse even more thoroughly? That was also the reason he reclaimed the Eye of Annihilation. The power of the crimson radiance converged inside the youth’s body, this external Strength forcibly utilized by the youth to pull at his body, maintaining the basic structure. Yiluo’s body had an affinity for the ’Secret Watcher’ path Talent Sequence, which was the foundation for promotion. It allowed the unknown B-level Talent Sequence’s power to transform Yiluo’s body, making it a suitable ’container’ for ’Divine Descent’. This way, He Ao could use the power of Divine Descent to pull at this cracked ’container’, keeping it from shattering. In a sense, his ’promotion’, which wasn’t actually complete, was a special method of merging the Eye of Annihilation with his body, maintaining a sort of twisted ’balance’. And this balance was dangerous and fragile; he already stood on the edge of Hell, ready to destroy himself in the flames of madness at any moment. The youth’s hand wrapped in red brilliance pressed against the solidified spatial geometry, against the crevices in the patterns of the Spiritual Vision, and he pushed with great force. "Open for me, NOW!!!" At that moment, the radiant red light ignited like roaring flames, surging and burning with intensity. The geometric spatial bodies that seemed invincible were suddenly torn apart like a ripped curtain. The surrounding space twisted at that instant, filled with constantly appearing and disappearing mottled black spots, which were high-mass ’singularities’ that formed and annihilated in a very short time due to the distortions of space and time. The White Robe Phantom quickly tried to fill in new geometric bodies, but the crimson figure had already leapt from the torn space. Without any hesitation, he soared upward, passing through the ’crystal’ hand in the sky and rushing into the crimson radiance that filled the heavens. The dazzling radiance, like a surging storm, spun and gushed into the youth’s body. Then, this radiance spread out from the youth’s skin into the sky, outlining the form of a colossal crimson giant that reached from earth to heaven. In that instant, He Ao looked up, sweeping a glance at his Personal Attribute Panel. [Authority Level: Advanced Player] [Physical Fitness: 1230 (1072930)] [Skills: Talent Sequence 272: Super Memory (B-level), Basic Firearms Mastery (Soul part), Talent Sequence 72: Secret Mage (C-level) (Unavailable)] [Mechanical Modification: None] [Martial Arts: Qi Refinement and Spirit Transformation (C-level) (Partially usable)] [Character Skills: Talent Sequence 199: Disordinate Master (B-level) (Incomplete), War God Projection (Metamorphosis)] Ten million and seventy-two thousand, this was still the strength of an Incomplete Angelic Tier. Do humans and angels differ that much? No, this hasn’t even taken into account the inherent contamination of angels and their various special structures and abilities. Between A-level and B-level, they are already entirely different types of beings. The White Robe Phantom raised a hand, geometrical shapes on its cheeks swiftly shifting as an invisible wall of geometry gathered in front of it. At the same time, it opened the palm of its hand as if accumulating some power. At that moment, the Crimson Giant in the sky took a step forward, placing both hands on the wall of geometry. The thick wall of geometry was suddenly torn apart, and the Crimson Giant stepped forward, slapping the White Robe Phantom across the face. Along with the scattering fragments of geometry, the body of the White Robe Phantom lost its balance, toppling backward, crushing several buildings behind it into crumbling golden pieces. So, angels can be knocked over by a sturdy punch as well. Lying on the ground, the White Robe Phantom blanked out for a very short moment, as if its brain had been whited out by that slap. However, He Ao didn’t give it time to think; his Incomplete Angel experience card was time-limited. The Crimson Giant reached out, trying to grab the White Robe Phantom on the ground. At this time, the White Robe Phantom finally reacted. It lifted its hand, and the space in front of it twisted instantly, forming a barrier much thicker than before, blocking the hand of the Crimson Giant. Then the Phantom raised its hand, and a translucent shield composed of countless geometrical shapes instantly condensed in its palm. Following that, the shapes on the shield suddenly flipped, reflecting a myriad of colors. In the flickering of these colors, He Ao’s thoughts, which had been about to pierce the barrier, slowed down as if hitting multiple walls. In that instant, the White Robe Phantom stood up, lifting the shield in its hand and thrusting forward, colliding with the red radiance surrounding He Ao. In the briefest of moments, He Ao felt the smooth operation of his power swiftly grow sluggish. Some invisible ’barrier’ was dissecting his body, separating all his physical parts. Using his last bit of conscious thought, he forcefully retreated, instantly increasing the distance from the White Robe Phantom. Then, his body hit an invisible ’geometric wall‚’ and came to a stop. He Ao looked at the White Robe Phantom, slowly rising, holding the shimmering geometric shield. He lifted his head, glanced around, and saw layer upon layer of geometric barriers sealing off all the surrounding space. Was the opponent’s power growing stronger as the battle waged on? Within his Spiritual Vision field of view, in the endless void, there seemed to be some invisible force continuously pouring into the body of the White Robe Phantom. He Ao’s gaze continued upward; the massive city reflection still floated in the golden sky, ever closing in on this ’Golden City,’ albeit obscured by golden thunder. And in the phantom of the city, all the figures were looking up into the sky. In their ’sky‚’ there must be a ’similar’ reflection. Ordinarily, ordinary humans wouldn’t be able to bear the contamination of the Angelic Tier, even if it was just an angel’s ’reflection.’ But this layer of ’reflection’ seemed to have some kind of ’filtering’ effect, filtering out the Angelic Tier contamination. This seemed to be some sort of extension of the power of the Eternal Divine Nation. From the start, He Ao had noticed this fact, hence he did not make any deliberate effort to conceal his figure. Yet with the cover of these golden thunderbolts, people reflected in the city’s mirror image probably couldn’t make out the specific events unfolding in the golden city. Countless thoughts flashed through He Ao’s mind. The barrier that obstructed the flow of power within his body had not disappeared as he increased the distance; it continued to grow stronger. If this continued, he would certainly be "torn apart piece by piece." In a sudden leap, he tore through the geometric barrier above him and plunged into the golden thunderbolts in the sky. He did not enter the illusion but flew directly above the golden city, reaching up to touch something, an invisible barrier. That city’s reflection was on this "barrier," and it seemed to be getting "closer" to the Eternal Divine Nation. He pressed his hands against the barrier, and a red glow surged out of his body. His furious power hammered against the barrier. The entire Eternal Divine Nation shook violently as if a severe earthquake had struck, trembling fiercely. Meanwhile, the figure in the white robe on the ground swiftly flew toward He Ao. The barrier that blocked his power was getting stronger. But He Ao’s movements did not halt in the slightest; the red glow on his body kept growing stronger to the point it resembled a fiercely burning sun. His massive fists pounded against the golden barrier. The first crack spread across the golden barrier, followed by countless others that branched out in all directions from that initial fissure. With a crisp sound, a small hole appeared in the golden barrier. He Ao stretched out his hand, forcefully gripped the small opening, and with a violent noise, tore it rapidly wider. Lightning over the Storm Sea lit up the pitch-black sky, as howling winds swept over the body of the Crimson Giant emerging from the breach. The Crimson Giant burst from the gap, lifting its head and flying in the sky, looked toward the heavens filled with thunder and brilliance, and slowly reached out its hand, "Thunder!!!" The dazzling lightning lit up the sky once again, and this time, it wasn’t distributed like a tree of light throughout the clouds, but descended from the sky, piercing through the entire sea of clouds and landing in the raised hand of the Crimson Giant. The cloud layers in the sky flickered intensely at this moment, as countless surges of electrical light in the sky converged along the bridge of brilliance between heaven and sea, gathering in the palm of the Crimson Giant. The storm and the sea lay beneath the giant’s feet, while the thunder and the sky were held in the giant’s hand. The giant stood in the sky, and the wild wind lashed against his body, like an eternal divine being. The shining thunderous radiance gathered in the giant’s hand to form a sharp spear. Then the giant, without any hesitation, threw the spear of light towards the ephemeral realm in front of him. The White Robe Phantom behind the barrier immediately raised a shield, constructing an illusory barrier, which was then instantly pierced by the dazzling Thunder Spear. Electricity continuously connecting the sky struck the golden barrier. With a crisp and immense crash, the thick golden barrier and the golden thunderbolts of the sky were shattered in an instant. It was as if a torn curtain of the sky had dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only the whistling of the storm blowing through the city.