Su Mu is a practical man. His ideas will not just remain on paper, but will be put into action immediately, so he decided to merge with the divine corpse.
He looked at the flesh and blood lotus and the mechanical heart in front of him, and finally reached out his hand to the mechanical heart.
He did not choose Our Lady of Mercy with a Thousand Flowers, because she was obviously not in the same system as the trolls. Forced fusion would not only increase the probability of failure, but even if successful, she would be weaker than the Holy Lord of the same level due to the conflicting attributes.
On the contrary, the Fallen Maitreya is much more suitable. It can be seen from the Lord of Yuanhuang that the Fallen Maitreya prefers the physical body.
He cut open his chest, revealing a scarlet heart connected by countless blood vessels, and then pressed the mechanical heart in his hand towards his heart.
The two hearts touched, the bronze gears on the mechanical heart slowly turned, and several tiny mechanical arms extended out and pierced deeply into the heart.
Then, the two hearts began to merge. Su Mu's expression remained unchanged. He blocked the pain with his mind. As his fingers moved across his chest, the hideous wound healed instantly.
"Is this the process of becoming a Holy Lord? It feels really amazing."
He could feel the evil Maitreya eroding him. The evil and overbearing power of the gods was trying to control his body. If he could not refine this power, he would completely become a puppet of the gods and become an existence like the mechanical Maitreya before.
"It seems that it is not that easy to be promoted to Holy Lord. It is not just about obtaining the corpse of a god."
Obtaining the divine corpse is only a prerequisite for promotion to the Holy Lord. If you cannot suppress the divine corpse, everything will be in vain.
However, this is an extremely difficult process for any saint, but it is easy for Su Mu.
Because he has already been the Holy Lord, and even merged with the True God Xuantian. Now he is using the power of nightmare to suppress the fallen Maitreya. It can't be said to be a small matter, but it can only be said to be of medium significance.
It's probably equivalent to an older brother who is already in high school stepping on his younger brother who is still wearing open-crotch pants and preventing the younger brother from getting up.
Under the suppression of the nightmare power, the fallen Maitreya quickly merged into the physical body. Suddenly, Su Mu's beating heart was completely replaced by a mechanical heart.
The thumping of the heartbeat was gradually mixed with the sound of metal gears turning.
A cold metallic light suddenly appeared around him, and the light penetrated the sky and earth, almost dyeing the entire dream world into metallic color.
Boom, boom...
The roar of the gears turned resounded, and the sound became louder and louder until it was deafening.
A few days later, the cold metallic light dissipated, and a figure, as if walking out of the chaotic intersection of ancient mythology and cyberpunk, appeared abruptly and shockingly.
An almost tangible sense of oppression erupted, and eight bronze mechanical arms were arranged neatly, like a sophisticated mechanical matrix, with knotted muscle lines on them, demonstrating the most primitive sense of power.
Beneath the surface of flesh and blood, one can vaguely see the criss-crossing mechanical gears, which are constantly meshing and turning, making a slight "clicking" sound, which is a wonderful resonance between mechanical rhythm and the vitality of life.
Su Mu looked at his six extra mechanical arms curiously. He clenched his fists slightly and exerted force with all eight arms at the same time. The air in his palms was instantly crushed, making a sharp explosion and even producing white airflow.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Who can tell the real Yuan Huang from the fake one now?"
If he pretends to be Yuan Huang now, it will definitely be more real than the real thing.
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Phantom Ash Realm.
In the white jade palace that is so white that there is not a trace of impurities.
The Lord of Phantom Ashes, dressed in a snow-white robe, was fishing by the lake. His white hair was scattered wildly, sparkling with tiny silver lights under the sunlight, just like branches covered with frost in winter.
He sat upright by the lake, the breeze causing ripples on the surface of the lake, the ripples were reflected in his crystal blue eyes, making him look like an immortal.
The Lord of Phantom Ashes seemed to be in a good mood, with a faint smile on his handsome face.
"I never thought that I would join the Temple of God Slayer one day."
Recalling the days before, when the mysterious person from the God-Slaying Temple extended an olive branch to him, promising him that he could become a member of the God-Slaying Temple as long as he passed the test, he couldn't help but smile.
The Temple of God Slayer is just an illusory legend to ordinary people, but a Saint Lord-level figure like him knows clearly that the Temple of God Slayer really exists. It is a terrifying existence that towers above this world. It’s just that they never interfere in worldly disputes and are focused on dealing with gods, so it is unknown.
Every Holy Lord who completes the puzzle of gods and is promoted to demigod will receive an invitation to the Temple of God Slayer.
The purpose of the Temple of God Killing is just as its name suggests... to kill gods!
The disaster caused by gods has made the world a hell, so people want to kill gods. Then some beings who have completed the puzzle pieces of gods and been promoted to demigods established the Temple of Killing Gods, vowing to wipe out the gods and let humans be the masters of the world!
The Lord of Phantom Ashes scoffed at the great ambitions of the God-Slaying Temple. In his opinion, perhaps the God-Slaying Temple was really established for the human race in the beginning, but now it is more for itself.
Eradicate the gods? They just want to become gods themselves.
Human desires are endless. After going through so much trouble to complete the puzzle and become a demigod, don’t those demigods want to get a glimpse of the realm of gods?
But none of this matters. He doesn't care about the true purpose of the God-Slaying Temple. As long as he can join it, that's enough. With the support of the God-Slaying Temple, he can easily put together the puzzle pieces he needs, become a demigod, and finally use the God-Slaying Temple as a springboard to become a true god!
This is his lifelong goal, although it seems ridiculous to outsiders, because even though the God-Slaying Temple has been in power until now, no true god has ever been born, as if there is an insurmountable gap between humans and gods.
But! He, the Lord of Phantom Ashes, is different! He knows that he is destined to be the one and only!
Many years ago, when he was still an ordinary person, he firmly believed this, and the reason for everything came from...that special dream!
The dream that gave him almost unlimited spiritual power!
With the help of this special dream, he rose from obscurity step by step until he became the Holy Lord!
After becoming the Holy Lord, he finally understood what that dream was. It was... the dream of God, part of the origin of a fallen true God!
As long as he gathers all the essence of this god, he will become a true god!
As soon as he thought of this, the smile on the Lord of Phantom Ashes's lips slowly disappeared. He was unable to completely integrate this special dream. After becoming a Saint, he wanted to integrate the dream and become a Saint Lord, but he failed. He had no choice but to integrate with the Lord of the Flame Prison.
How could he be willing to let the true god's origin not be integrated but to integrate the demigod's origin?
Now the appearance of the God-Slaying Temple has given him hope. Perhaps he can get a method from the God-Slaying Temple.
Just as he was fantasizing about a bright future, a young woman in snow-white armor hurried over.
"Master, something terrible has happened."
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