At the summit of Tianyu Divine Mountain, clouds and mist swirl around.
Yu Luo, dressed in a moon-white robe, stood barefoot on the white jade platform in front of the temple, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, swaying slightly in the wind.
She was watching with great interest the "live broadcast" on the screen in front of her, where Zhang Wenhua and his group were deceiving the newcomers.
When Yu Luo saw the new transmigrator kneel down with a thud, shouting that he wanted to join the cult as an initial investment, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
Beside her, a palm-sized, glowing elf system flapped its wings and exclaimed in delight, "Host, you're a genius! Teleport, buff aura, earth wall—who could resist such anime-style superpowers?"
The little system flew around Yu Luo once, muttering to itself.
No wonder the recruitment of transmigrators has been going so smoothly lately; so many batches have been recruited, and hardly any have refused. It turns out that every soul, regardless of its world, harbors a burning, chuunibyou (delusional) heart!
Yu Luo extended a finger, letting the small system land on it, and said in a calm tone: "Special times call for special measures."
She paused, looking at the seven newcomers on the screen, their eyes shining with anticipation, and added, "Let's get them here first."
The little system lost its footing and almost fell off Yu Luo's finger. Its two eyes, made of light, widened in surprise, and it forgot to flap its wings. The whole system froze in mid-air.
To trick them into coming here? Host, is that really what you're thinking behind that compassionate, solemn expression?
Yu Luo ignored the petrified little system, turned his gaze, and the scene on the light screen switched to a dark and damp dungeon deep in the sacred mountain.
In the dungeon, the purple-eyed, black-robed envoy who had been interrogated by Ling Xian and Old Madam Gongsun was bound to the stone wall by several golden chains of divine power.
The black aura around him had become extremely thin, and his purple eyes were now dull and filled with terror.
As Zhang Wenhua and others brought the seven new believers back to the Divine Ship on the light screen, the seven points of light representing the coordinates of another world slowly extinguished on Yu Luo's global map and were replaced by a layer of soft white light.
The black-robed messenger in the dungeon suddenly trembled, as if his last bit of strength had been drained away.
"Impossible, this is impossible!" he roared hoarsely, struggling desperately, but the golden chains remained unmoved. "Why is my connection with my god weakening so rapidly! What have you done?!"
Yu Luo's figure silently materialized in the dungeon. She was still wearing that moon-white robe, and her golden eyes, devoid of any emotion, quietly gazed at him.
The divine light dispelled the darkness of the dungeon, but it made the black-robed messenger feel an even more biting chill.
The moment he saw her, the black-robed messenger seemed to have his throat grabbed, and his roar abruptly stopped.
Yu Luo smiled slightly, her voice clear and cool like a mountain spring: "What do you think?"
This laugh drove the black-robed messenger completely mad. He roared with a ferocious expression, "You false god! Just wait! My god will descend! I will crush you ants into dust and avenge me!"
Before he could finish speaking, he bit down hard.
With a soft "plop," a bloody piece of tongue fell to the ground.
Apart from the severed tongue, the black-robed messenger, along with his tattered black robe, instantly transformed into a pool of foul-smelling, black-smoke-filled water that seeped into the cracks in the ground and disappeared.
"Host, be careful!" The little system's anxious voice rang in Yu Luo's mind. "That is a wisp of divine essence from another world's god, an avatar of His. You must not let it fully take shape!"
However, Yu Luo simply watched quietly.
The severed tongue wriggled wildly on the ground, as if it were alive, rapidly expanding and deforming.
The skin was covered with pustules, emitting a nauseating odor.
Yu Luo turned to the system and asked, "If I make it fully take human form and then grind it to ashes, what will happen to that so-called God of Medicine?"
The little system paused for a moment, then quickly began calculating: "...It will suffer extremely severe damage to its soul! Host, although this is just an insignificant piece of its tongue, it carries a trace of its primordial essence. Once it is completely destroyed in this world, the divine power channel will suffer a reverse backlash, and it will have to sleep for at least a hundred years!"
"That's good." Yu Luo nodded in satisfaction, her tone calm.
"This is what I've been waiting for."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gently raised her hand, and a semi-transparent golden giant hand made of divine power appeared out of thin air.
He scooped up the bloated, fleshy monster that had swelled to the size of a person and tossed it lightly into the clouds above the sacred mountain.
Yu Luo's figure disappeared from the dungeon, and the next second, he was already standing above the sea of clouds in the sky.
The red, soft-bodied monster greedily absorbed the free energy in the air, rapidly growing rudimentary limbs and an ugly head, its size swelling to tens of meters tall.
A chaotic divine power began to spread.
The monster had just begun to form a vague consciousness when it opened its enormous, slimy maw and let out a roar that shook the heavens:
"Mortals! How dare you look directly at the gods!"
*Smack!!!*
Yu Luo's semi-transparent golden hand, carrying immense force, slapped the monster's newly formed face squarely.
The monster's roar instantly changed tone, and its entire body was sent flying like a spinning top, tumbling 720 degrees in the air before crashing into a distant mountain peak.
However, when it hit the surface of the mountain, Yu Luo pulled it back and slapped it again.
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