Chapter 534: Mortals Cannot Gaze Upon Gods
In the deepest part of the glacier.
The hazy aura formed by energy was still slowly spreading.
Qin Chu, Ireta, Inas, Anastasia, and Florence were all quietly cultivating.
Everything seemed very peaceful.
Silent.
But this tranquility, lasting for several days, was broken at this moment.
The blazing sun overhead had disappeared at some point. Gloom covered the sky; although it was noon, it felt like midnight.
Then… the sky was torn apart.
Like a piece of silk cloth split open by a sharp blade, a crack appeared, exceptionally abrupt.
The next instant, pink-purple light shone down from the fissure in the void, enveloping the entire world in a demonic glow.
Rumble…
At that instant, the heavens collapsed and the earth cracked.
Invisible pressure descended from the void.
The vast glacier in the extreme north simultaneously cracked and collapsed, as if the entire ground had sunk several meters. The hard ice, unmelted and uncracked for millennia, instantly turned into fine dust, covering the ground like a desert.
The entire world, the entire planet, seemed to have lost its ability to rotate at this moment. Time almost stood still. The void seemed to transform into a huge, thick piece of glass covered in cracks.
This was the power of a god.
Not whispers in the ears, not wandering in dreams, not avatars, not phantoms, but the genuine, true body.
The extreme north, its area was vast. The Imperial City of the Empire, placed on this glacier, was just a small area… Imagine, what would it be like if the fissure in the void opened above the Empire?
Even if this god did nothing at all, just the power released at the moment of its descent would be enough to destroy the entire Empire.
All living beings, all the grand and magnificent buildings, would instantly turn to dust.
What was even more terrifying was that the one descending upon this world was the Lord of Pleasure.
This wasn’t a deity known for combat.
What this deity excelled at was lust.
Yet, just the pressure released by such a deity at the moment of descent could reach such an exaggerated level. If it were the Star Devourer or the God of Blood, Death, and Darkness descending upon this world, how much more exaggerated would it be?
Above the ice layer, Inas, Florence, and Anastasia were the first to be hit by the impact.
Instantly, it felt as if countless mountains were pressing down on them. The pressure was unbearable for the three women.
A tightness in their chests, they vomited mouthfuls of blood with wa sounds, their bodies becoming extremely weak, collapsing onto the ground like frail insects, struggling spasmodically.
Their cultivation was forcibly interrupted.
They didn’t even understand what had happened, only feeling their chests filled with indescribable fear and shock.
Ireta, with the strongest strength, having already reached the demigod threshold, didn’t look as pathetic as the three, but her situation wasn’t much better.
Her body was also as if struck by a heavy blow. Her already pale face instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper, bloodstains appearing at the corners of her mouth.
Her process of breaking through to the demigod realm was also forcibly interrupted at this moment.
The invisible pressure made Ireta’s already flat chest almost concave.
It was an absolutely crushing, unbridgeable gap.
Before a god, all beings were equal.
Whether ants, beasts, Demon Beasts, ordinary people, Grand Sages, War Gods, or Titled Knights on the ground, there was no real difference. They were all existences that could be easily destroyed with a single breath.
Only true demigods had a sliver of resistance.
And this sliver of resistance was extremely weak, almost negligible.
Who could have imagined that during cultivation, they would suddenly encounter such a violent impact? Demigods, Ireta wasn’t unfamiliar with them; Little Shaye was a demigod.
But the current terrifying pressure far surpassed Little Shaye. This was a true god.
The gods of the Heavenly Continent were almost all extinct. The only one who could act freely was the Goddess of Fate.
An almost mournful cry escaped Ireta’s throat. She almost desperately urged her power, struggling to raise her head, her gaze looking towards the distance.
A figure, floating in the sky, slowly descending, appeared before Ireta’s eyes.
It wasn’t much different from a human, yet it presented a bizarre, androgynous form.
It didn’t feel disgusting at all; rather, one could sense the boundless charm emanating from this existence.
A pink-purple robe draped over its body, fluttering in the wind.
Its limbs were long and elegant, its androgynous form exuding an unforgettable beauty not belonging to mortals.
Its appearance was clean, full of vitality, its demeanor graceful, yet with a hidden allure.
The Lord of Pleasure!
At this moment, Ireta understood which existence had appeared before her.
During the long millennium, Ireta had purified countless souls, glimpsing the form of the Lord of Pleasure in some of their memories.
At this moment, Ireta felt her throat go dry.
An Evil God, this was a genuine Evil God.
This was an existence no one on the entire Heavenly Continent could contend with. Despair uncontrollably filled her heart.
At this moment, this powerful and bizarre deity was hovering in mid-air, its strange eyes observing this world with an elegant and noble demeanor.
A cold, mocking smile curved its lips.
Just then, Ireta suddenly sensed slight movements from the surroundings. Her pupils contracted sharply. The next instant, she used all her strength to let out the sharpest shriek: “Don’t look!”
Her voice spread like waves across the ground.
Unfortunately, Ireta’s voice came too late.
The pit where the Evil God’s remains were located was simply too large. The four women were located in the four cardinal directions; it took time for the sound to reach them.
Almost the instant Ireta shrieked, in the other three directions, Florence, Inas, and even Anastasia, who was slightly slower, all raised their heads.
Curiosity.
It wasn’t about being foolish; this was instinctive human curiosity.
Facing such a sudden change, they subconsciously wanted to know what was happening.
However, the moment they raised their heads, three mournful cries sounded almost simultaneously.
Mortals cannot gaze upon gods.
Even just a distant glance brought an unprecedented impact on the three women.
Suddenly, the three women’s eyes felt a burning sensation, two lines of blood flowing out like tears.
Strange, sinister voices echoed in their ears. Those sounds were like a man’s roars during forceful thrusts, like a woman’s excited shrieks, sometimes low gasps, sometimes suppressed moans.
Then it would turn into terrifying howls filled with depravity, beyond words to describe.
The three women’s bodies burned hot, lust arising within them.
But their souls were simultaneously filled with extreme pain.
Lust and pain simultaneously tormented the three women’s bodies, causing them to spasm uncontrollably.
Ireta, half a foot into the demigod realm, could barely withstand it. But Florence, Inas, and Anastasia didn’t have this ability.
On their faces, the backs of their hands, their necks, collarbones… everywhere visible, fine cracks began to appear on their skin, inch by inch.
Within the cracks, tiny purple, pink, and black insects seemed to wriggle.
That wasn’t all. Strange markings, like ice flowers on a winter window, spread across the three women’s bodies with crackling sounds.
This was the consequence of gazing upon a true god, a torment even Grand Sages, even level 90 existences couldn’t withstand.
Screams and painful groans echoed in the chaos.
Although Ireta’s situation wasn’t as tragic, pink-purple threads were also rapidly spreading on her body, gradually crawling up her slender neck, covering her fair face, making that face seem even more alluring and beautiful.
Ireta could still endure the pain. What she found truly unbearable was the lust originating from the depths of her body, even from her soul.
Her body burned, her consciousness almost completely filled with lust. She craved the opposite sex, craved embraces, craved kisses, craved her lover to fill her emptiness.
This was the Lord of Pleasure’s most powerful authority.
The moment they saw the Lord of Pleasure, whether Ireta, Anastasia, Florence, or Inas, they were all affected by the authority. Lust tormented their wills, interfering with, even influencing their souls.
Rather, perhaps they should be grateful they saw the Lord of Pleasure this time.
If it were the God of Blood, Death, and Darkness, their bodies might have shattered instantly.
Fear filled the four women’s hearts. No one knew what they would become under the erosion and influence of the Lust Authority.
Could it be they would become like those women in the Blissful Witch Society, immersed in lust and indulgence?
No.
For these proud women, if they became like that, they would rather die.
At some point, the painful groans around them gradually turned into slightly strange moans.
Trying to resist the Lord of Pleasure’s erosion with mortal willpower was simply too difficult.
With this ability, the Lord of Pleasure actually didn’t need to go through so much trouble to expand his believers. This place was a remote glacier. If he appeared in a populated area, the entire city would probably, within minutes, turn into a grand, depraved, and indulgent party.
Countless living beings would be hopelessly immersed in this grand party, chasing the increasingly addictive pleasure.
Just then, the Lord of Pleasure in the sky, with his strange, demonic, yet gem-like beautiful eyes, casually glanced over the four women… But clearly, he wasn’t very interested in them.
These insignificant insects weren’t worth his attention.
If he were in a good mood, he wouldn’t mind letting these relatively more beautiful insects experience what true pleasure was in this world.
But now, he had serious business to attend to.
The slender arm of his female side slowly raised, lightly covering his lips. He yawned.
Speaking of which, how many years had he been wandering in the void?
Ever since being expelled from that blue planet by those damned bastards, he had been wandering in the starry sky. Who knew what the situation on that planet was now? Seemingly a world without any extraordinary abilities, yet actually crowded with a bunch of perverts.
The Lord of Pleasure only had extremely bad memories of that planet. No matter what, he didn’t want to return there… Even though, if things went smoothly, he could develop billions of believers on that planet.
A thousand years ago, the God War on the Heavenly Continent.
The seven of them also stayed in the void.
This was the first time, after such a long time, entering a true main world. The feeling was even somewhat strange and nostalgic.
Although his power was somewhat suppressed and weakened due to the world’s rules, this feeling was truly very comfortable.
Moreover, as long as the connection between himself and the void remained, he could, to a certain extent, resist the suppression of the world’s rules. The influence wasn’t too great.
If not for shouldering a very important task, he really wanted to stay in this world for a while… No need for too long, a single day was enough. He could transform all living beings in this world, whether Demon Beasts, humans, or even beasts, into his believers.
Let this world be immersed in indulgence and lust; that would be the most perfect paradise.
Ah, the scent of lust, truly captivating.
The Lord of Pleasure sighed inwardly.
He felt some regret. He sensed this world’s rejection of him growing stronger with time. This was truly quite a terrible feeling.
His gaze finally fell on the area right before him.
The first thing that came into view was that astonishingly large torso.
His heart trembled slightly, as if countless tiny, hairy insects were wriggling on his back.
It was a feeling that had never disappeared since the moment of his birth, the feeling of a child seeing their father… The word “father,” for the Lord of Pleasure, definitely didn’t represent any warmth.
The complete torso was now only half remaining; the other half had been devoured by Qin Chu, perhaps already assembled within that man’s body.
Fortunately, he hadn’t arrived too late.
Qin Chu didn’t seem to be affected at all, even though Qin Chu’s strength wasn’t greater than the Death Witch Ireta’s.
But, on the surface of Qin Chu’s body, countless green sprouts, like vines, densely entangled and wrapped around Qin Chu’s body.
Tender green leaves swayed gently, emanating waves of fluctuations.
The pressure and influence of the authority brought by the Lord of Pleasure were all dispelled by the fluctuations emanating from the tender leaves, unable to affect Qin Chu. At this moment, Qin Chu was still attempting to break through the demigod bottleneck, completely unaffected by the outside commotion.
Seeing this, the Lord of Pleasure wasn’t angry. He even seemed somewhat happy:
“Earth Mother Goddess O’nibena?”
“So you haven’t completely died yet?”
“This is truly an unexpected delight!”
