Chapter 210: Divine Will Descends Upon the Self

Li Shun was plunged into profound shock.

Before reaching the summit of Buxian Mountain, he had imagined countless times what this god might look like.

In his original understanding, perhaps it would not be much different from the divine portraits circulated throughout Great Qian.

For example, Donghuang Taiyi, the Haotian Shangdi, Jumang, Zhurong, and the like.

However, the bizarre nature of the god before him completely exceeded Li Shun's imagination.

Heavy snow suddenly began to fall across the summit of Buxian Mountain.

There was no wind atop the mountain, yet the goose-feather snow flew upward in an utterly unnatural manner, reversing through the air toward the dark, gloomy firmament.

At this moment, every sound in heaven and earth seemed to disappear.

Yet deep within Li Shun's mind, he heard a tremendous humming, like millions of infants crying simultaneously beneath the water, while also resembling the vast, cataclysmic sound of celestial bodies shattering throughout the cosmos.

The thousands of black eyes upon the divine radiance all stared directly at Li Shun, the one who had ascended.

In an instant, Li Shun lost control of his own body. He became frozen in place, utterly unable to move.

The principle qi within his body began to rebel violently, desperately attempting to tear apart his flesh and force Li Shun to kneel before the deity before him.

And it was not merely the principle qi.

Li Shun's entire body, his limbs and bones, his internal organs, and even every single cell...

All of them gradually descended into complete chaos.

They wanted to betray their master, Li Shun, and offer themselves to the great god before them.

Li Shun's body involuntarily sank to its knees before the being atop Buxian Mountain.

His forehead was pressed firmly against the freezing ground, while his entire body experienced a sincere sense of excitement from this act of "submission."

At first, Li Shun was filled with inexplicable fear at the changes occurring beyond his control.

But gradually, even his thoughts began slipping beyond his control.

The Great Qian world.

The Martial Dao world.

The world he had inhabited before transmigrating.

Li Shun, Fang Xun, Fang Han...

Every person and every thing within Li Shun's heart gradually became insignificant, something that could be completely disregarded.

There was only this god.

Its form was deeply engraved within Li Shun's mind.

And thus, Li Shun learned its name.

[Formless Suspended Skull].

The entity appearing before Li Shun at this moment was merely an insignificant incarnation of the [Formless Suspended Skull], a fragment separated from its true body and descended into this world.

Even so, the power possessed by this incarnation was far beyond what the current Li Shun could withstand.

The instant Li Shun beheld the deity, it also meant that he was about to submit completely.

He would become one of the countless servants of the [Formless Suspended Skull].

Within Li Shun's sea of consciousness, the phantom image of the [Formless Suspended Skull] gradually solidified.

Then it took root.

And settled there.

Li Shun's gaze gradually became vacant.

His body remained motionless as he prostrated himself upon the ground.

Dense clusters of tiny, fleshy suckers began growing across the surface of his skin.

Li Shun was like a leech, crawling and writhing toward the [Formless Suspended Skull].

To journey toward the deity and offer one's entire body and spirit to the divine was the glorious and sacred mission of every servant of a god.

The [Formless Suspended Skull] extended one of its tentacles, which drifted toward Li Shun.

Then it plunged viciously into the center of his brow.

A moment later, Li Shun's body began convulsing violently as though struck by electricity.

Meanwhile, a small lump gradually swelled from his back.

Beneath the skin covering its surface, something seemed to be writhing back and forth incessantly, desperately attempting to burrow its way out.

Faster and faster.

Finally, with a soft pop, a transparent "umbilical cord" extended from Li Shun's back.

It connected directly to the [Formless Suspended Skull] before him.

The instant the connection was established, the umbilical cord vanished without a trace.

But Li Shun...

He seemed to have already become a servant of the [Formless Suspended Skull].

He was still the same person, yet both his physical body and his thoughts had been completely transformed.

When Li Shun rose and lifted his head, the figure of the [Formless Suspended Skull] had already disappeared.

The summit of Buxian Mountain had also returned to normal.

Looking around, Li Shun could vaguely see the other towering divine mountains hidden within the endless sea of clouds in the distance.

But the Li Shun of now no longer had any interest in such worldly affairs.

He delightedly sensed the changes he had undergone after receiving this "divine favor."

"So the flowing threads of light behind the members of the Zhouhuang Clan all originate from divine gifts."

With a thought from Li Shun, a streak of flowing light shot out from his back.

The color of these threads varied from person to person.

The one that had grown from Li Shun was the same deep blue as the divine incarnation of the [Formless Suspended Skull].

An uncontrollable surge of joy immediately welled up within him.

"Even among the many divine servants, I am the one most favored by the gods."

Li Shun examined and toyed with his blue thread of light.

Only after a long while did his heart gradually calm.

The thread of light shot through the air and fixed itself within the space atop Buxian Mountain.

At the same time, Li Shun leapt from the mountaintop.

The howling wind continuously rushed past his ears as the scenery before his eyes rapidly transformed.

Just as Li Shun was about to crash into the ground and be smashed to pieces, the blue thread suddenly tightened slightly.

Li Shun's falling speed slowed accordingly.

In the end, he landed safely in the Zhouhuang Clan's village.

"Friend, it seems you succeeded."

Seeing Li Shun's distinctive method of arrival, Xi, the chieftain of the Zhouhuang Clan, spoke with some relief.

"From now on, you should call me a fellow clansman."

Li Shun smiled as he replied.

For the period that followed, Li Shun seemed to completely integrate himself into the life of the Zhouhuang Clan.

Hunting.

Feasts.

Worshipping the gods.

As for his original purpose of "Seeing Heaven, seeing the Gods, and seeing the Dao," he completely forgot about it.

From his current perspective, even attaining the so-called Heaven-Earth realm of Great Qian was nowhere near as glorious as becoming a servant of the gods.

And because they shared the same faith, the Zhouhuang Clan completely accepted Li Shun.

Thus, forty-five days after entering the primordial illusionary realm...

This illusionary realm finally reached its end.

The boundless world suddenly fell into absolute stillness.

Then, with a thunderous roar, it shattered.

Countless streaks of flowing light returned one after another.

Atop Mount Dai, the disciples of the Hundred Schools gradually opened their eyes.

Some were unable to contain their joy.

Some could only sigh in frustration.

Others were reluctant to part with what they had experienced.

And Li Shun...

His expression at this moment was frighteningly calm.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, an earth-shattering change unknown to anyone was taking place.

The wisp of consciousness with which Li Shun had entered the primordial illusionary realm had already been completely transformed into a servant of the [Formless Suspended Skull].

Thus, when the illusionary realm ended and this wisp of consciousness returned...

It also sought to drag his true self beneath the banner of the great [Formless Suspended Skull].

For an ordinary person, although a separated fragment of consciousness might be weak, once it became tainted with divine will, it would be more than enough to distort and rewrite the will of the true self.

From then on, they would lose their own consciousness and become nothing more than a complete puppet of the god.

But Li Shun was no ordinary person.

The instant the illusionary realm ended and he recalled the consciousness he had sent forth, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

Faced with the bizarre god [Formless Suspended Skull] attempting to corrupt him, Li Shun did not hesitate.

He immediately dragged the battlefield into the Fangcun Space.