Godslayer: Agent of the Gods, the Stabilizing Force at the Start

In the endless darkness, the murmured figure in a tuxedo seemed like an artist, slowly pacing around, his gaze sweeping across the surroundings.

From an unknown direction, a ray of light appeared in the dark distance. The whispered spirit released its energy, preparing to probe what was ahead.

But at this moment, his body seemed to have become a shackle, and his powerful spiritual strength, which he was so proud of, could not break through. You must know that his body was at the Sea Realm, while Su Ming was only at the River Realm.

"Interesting, very interesting. Even you have secrets, so doesn't that mean Lin Qiye also has secrets hidden deep within his soul?" Excitement shone in Yiyu's eyes.

Yang Jian, still inside the Guardian Stele, sensed an unfamiliar presence in this world.

He keenly sensed the presence of the murmur and couldn't help but feel a little surprised. How could an uninvited guest have quietly sneaked into the interior of this national guardian stele?

As the doubts in his heart arose, Yang Jian's figure suddenly appeared, surrounded by dazzling golden light, wearing dazzling armor, like a war god descending, with a majestic aura, appearing beside Yiyu.

Ling Yiyu was shocked, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Who exactly are you?" Yang Jian's gaze was like a torch, staring directly at the babbling dagger, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

Just as the tense standoff was about to begin, Su Ming appeared at the opportune moment and quickly and concisely explained to Yang Jian the identity and purpose of Yiyu's visit.

After listening, a knowing smile appeared on Yang Jian's face, a smile that contained both relief and disdain.

"So that's how it is. He's just a cultist obsessed with illusions, trying to resurrect ancient gods." Yang Jian's words revealed his deep contempt for such behavior.

Looking at Yang Jian's familiar weapon and third eye, Yiyu also knew that Su Ming's secret was about the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Confident in his own strength within the Sea Realm, he scoffed, "What are you pretending for, something hiding inside the River Realm?"

Then, Yang Jian sneered, his eyes narrowing, and decided to teach this cultist who dared to invade the Great Xia Divine Realm a profound lesson.

He flashed and instantly appeared in front of Yiyu, his three-pointed double-edged sword gleaming coldly, aimed directly at Yiyu's vitals.

Yiyu tried to resist, but found himself involuntarily cowardly in front of this Great Xia War God. The pressure from Yang Jian's Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword made him fully realize that Su Ming was a waste, but the thing inside him was truly a god.

Their strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely futile.

In his terror, he tried to escape, but in this land protected by the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty, escape was futile.

Just then, the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty seemed to receive a silent summons, revealing themselves and surrounding the babbling tale.

No matter which direction he fled in, a deity would always appear before him, like a net that could not be cast, leaving him nowhere to escape.

These deities, whether majestic, benevolent, or mysterious, all looked at the babbling dummy with a mocking gaze, as if teasing a little beast that had gone astray.

His delirium grew increasingly desperate, and he began to go mad, even attempting to attack the protagonist to vent his hatred.

However, each of his attacks was easily neutralized by the gods, as if it were a game with no suspense whatsoever.

The gods seemed to be toying with him, sometimes appearing behind him, sometimes above him, catching him off guard and leaving him in a sorry state each time.

In the end, Yiyu's psychological defenses completely collapsed. He knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Seeing this, Su Ming couldn't help but smile. If Yi Yu had chosen to enter Lin Qiye's body back then, at least there were only two gods present, and she could have struggled a little longer.

But here, in the lair of the Great Xia gods, Su Ming couldn't recognize any of the gods who had just appeared.

Just as a deity was about to deliver a fatal blow to the babbling soul and end this farce, Su Ming unexpectedly reached out and blocked the attack.

He calmly and composedly explained, "My lord, please have mercy. This is merely an avatar of the delirious one. Even if we kill it, we cannot truly harm its true form."

Is there a way to influence or even restrain the main body through this clone?

Before he finished speaking, an ancient and solemn aura suddenly surged in the air. All the Great Xia gods present stopped what they were doing and looked at him respectfully, including Su Ming.

A phantom yet majestic figure slowly emerged. It was Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the oldest and most powerful beings among the gods of the Great Xia Dynasty. Although it was only a phantom of divine power, its majesty still inspired awe.

Yuanshi Tianzun gently raised his hand, indicating that everyone did not need to be so polite. Then he slowly spoke: "What you say is very true. Directly killing the clone is indeed useless. But I have a method that can use this clone to plant a causal lock on that delirious speech."

"As long as the delirious babbling dares to do bad things, it will suffer misfortune; the bigger the bad thing it does, the stronger the misfortune will be."

Yiyu looked at Su Ming with even greater fear in his eyes. At this moment, he couldn't even control his suicide.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable gently made a Taoist hand gesture, and a soft light emanated from his fingertips. Then, this light seeped into Yiyu's body like silk threads.

As for the avatar that was talking in its sleep, Yuanshi Tianzun did not choose to destroy it, but instead regarded it as a valuable resource.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the clone transformed into an incomparably pure spiritual energy, which was directly injected into Su Ming's body.

Hai Jing's spiritual power, like the ocean, constantly impacted his spiritual power, gradually merging into his body, while much of it dissipated in the process.

After dealing with the delirium, Su Ming was banished from the National Guardian Stele by the gods.

The death of the whispering clone was like a sudden storm, catching everyone present off guard.

Ma Yitian was completely stunned; he simply couldn't comprehend what was happening before his eyes. How could the delirious murmurs, which attempted to invade Su Ming's mental space, have resulted in Su Ming regaining his senses first, and seemingly in better condition than ever before?

Even more astonishing is that the protagonist's aura is constantly rising, as if some mysterious force is helping him break through.

Ma Yitian was extremely anxious. He tried to wake the delirious man, but Su Ming just smiled lightly and said in a calm tone, "Don't shout anymore. He's already dead. I've even absorbed his soul."

These words caused an uproar. Everyone looked at each other, staring at Su Ming in disbelief.

Meanwhile, Su Ming had successfully broken through the bottleneck and entered the mid-stage of the Sichuan Realm, greatly increasing his strength and becoming more profound and composed.

Baili Pangpang: "Wait, when did breaking through to a higher realm become so easy?"

Shen Qingzhu: "Isn't it normal for him?"

Lin Qiye looked at Su Ming as if he were a monster, and couldn't help but complain in his heart.

What are you hiding? And could you please slow down your progress? I can't keep up...