Having the genes of a demon king, I never intended to be a kept man.

"Calling it theft is too harsh."

Ye Ge shook his head: "How can scientific research be considered theft? This is for exploring the infinite mysteries of this extraordinary world."

The Mist Dragon Priest retreated in terror.

Gao Shenxue tapped her finger on the tablet, and two small, round flying robots flew over, came behind the Mist Dragon Priest, and grabbed his shoulders.

The Mist Dragon Priest still tried to struggle.

The two little robots displayed (╰_╯) expressions on their screens, then revealed electric needles that "zzzzed" a few times on his body. The Mist Dragon Priest's body twitched for a moment before he immediately became obedient.

The robot on the ground extended several mechanical arms and tentacles, grabbed him and pulled him onto its seat, whereupon a bunch of messy mechanical tentacles connected to his body.

"You...you can't do this..."

The Mist Dragon Priest, dazed from the electric shock, said, "And it's useless... You've severed my connection with the gods. I can't hear their voices, I can't pray, so I can't use my divine power..."

Ye Ge smiled slightly: "This is what I want to test."

If the Mist Dragon Priest can still wield divine power even when his connection with the gods is severed, it would mean that ordinary divine sorcerers in nature still have ways to bypass the gods and obtain divine power.

It was just that it had always been blocked, like a local area network being blocked.

"Lingling."

Ye Ge turned to look at Bai Xue Ling: "Let's begin, it's up to you."

"Hmm." Bai Xueling responded softly and slowly walked forward.

"No! No!!" The Mist Dragon Priest struggled in terror: "For doing such a heinous and defying-the-gods thing, you will be punished by the Great God!! You will die a horrible death!! You will pay the price!!"

Bai Xueling ignored it, her scarlet pupils flickering, gradually revealing eerie patterns.

"Illusion - Blood Spirit!"

hum!

The illusion was cast over a wide area.

The crimson flower was suddenly reflected in the pupils of the Mist Dragon Priest, and his eyes became empty and lifeless.

Night Song, Gao Shenxue, and the Mist Dragon Priest's eyes suddenly turned scarlet, and they all fell into the world of illusion.

......

Ye Ge, Gao Shenxue, and Bai Xueling opened their eyes together in the illusion scene.

Before him lay a blood-red ocean. The Mist Dragon Priest was bound to a cross in the middle of the ocean, his mouth slightly open, his chin slightly raised, his scarlet pupils unfocused, and most of the whites of his eyes rolled back.

Night Song came before him, her eyes calmly meeting his gaze: "In this place, the gods cannot monitor you. Let us try to explore the boundaries of divine power."

A slight change appeared in the empty, lifeless eyes of the Mist Dragon Priest, and his lips moved slightly: "Yes..."

"Snapped"

Ye Ge clasped his hands together in prayer.

Then, he formed a mudra with his hands, moved his lips slightly, and silently recited a mantra.

The Mist Dragon Priest also clasped his hands together, forming a mudra, and silently chanted incantations.

'I can use divine power, and so can my third senior sister...'

Ye Ge thought to herself: 'If Third Senior Sister doesn't have divine blood... then it means that even without divine lineage, even without being a priest, one can still use some kind of 'wall-climbing' technique to explore the power of laws sealed and controlled by the gods...'

Night Song stared calmly into the eyes of the Mist Dragon Priest, their eyes meeting.

Using the Blood Spirit Illusion Technique, he quickly entered a state of being in sync with him.

Sinking into the consciousness of the Mist Dragon Priest...

The scene before him was a chaotic blur, filled with countless cacophony, shrill, and frenzied sounds screaming. Twisted faces floated across Ye Ge's vision, like souls struggling in an endless abyss, their features constantly being pulled, twisted, and deformed...

Ye Ge thought his will, honed over a thousand years, was strong enough. Yet, when he heard those desperate, mournful cries, his heart still trembled slightly. He couldn't even fully distinguish whether what he saw before him was real or an endless illusion...

He frowned slightly.

What... exactly are these things?

As a priest, why did what he heard sound like a scene from hell?

Then, countless indescribable low murmurs rang in his ears.

Cold sweat trickled down Ye Ge's forehead, and his brows furrowed more and more tightly as he closed his eyes.

"Hey, are you... are you alright?" Bai Xueling hesitated for a moment after seeing Ye Ge's expression, and asked with a hint of worry.

"...It's alright." Ye Ge thought to himself, thankfully his mental strength had reached the demigod level; if it were even slightly weaker, he probably would have gone insane by now!

Ye Ge tried to calm her mind, ignoring the surrounding noise, and silently began to circulate the Azure Dragon Technique.

"Divine magic—"

"Gathering Spirits!"

Ye Ge recalled the knowledge of using divine arts that she had learned from Teacher Lan Mi, and used the most basic spirit gathering divine arts to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Unlike Night Song, the Mist Dragon Priest did not have the authority to directly use divine power, so he indeed encountered a barrier at this moment.

"Well......!!!"

At this moment, the Mist Dragon Priest still exhibited abnormal behavior.

He began to scream uncontrollably, his facial features contorting as they gradually distorted, like the floating faces in the surrounding space. All his features shrunk together, and then his body began to burn, starting with his priest's robes. The deep red divine flames burned away his robes, then began to burn away his flesh and blood...

Night Song's mental strength also suffered wave after wave of tremendous impact.

The distorted faces floating in the surrounding space all lunged at him, baring their fangs and claws...

"Boy! Get out of here right now!" The voice of the Azure Dragon Elder suddenly rang in his mind.

......

Ye Ge suddenly opened her eyes and returned to reality.

He gasped for breath twice, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

Bai Xueling and Gao Shenxue watched him nervously from the side.

"How are you?" Gao Shenxue came up and took his arm, asking.

Ye Ge shook his head, too weak to even speak. He felt utterly exhausted, like an ordinary person who had stayed up for four or five consecutive nights. He had almost never felt this way since his mental power reached the level of a demigod.

Ye Ge looked up and glanced at it.

The Mist Dragon Priest, who had been held in place by the machine, was now in a truly pitiful state.

His body was still sizzling under the licking of the scorching divine flames, the smell of burning was pungent, and his flesh and blood had been steamed into mud, leaving only a clump of priest's robe covered with sticky substance. The cloth was tightly stuck to the burnt meat and grease, emitting a nauseating odor.