Calamity of Tomorrow-Chapter 432 - 431 Verbal Confrontation

The master of mystery had just transformed again when a man suddenly appeared, attracting the attention of everyone present.

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With just one glance, Zhou Bai saw that the man was favored by the Heavenly Dao, and he understood... this man was fated to be connected with him.

As the man's words trailed off, a deep and unfathomable Primordial Spirit force erupted from the man in the black robe.

An enormous quantity of Primordial Spirit force washed over the surrounding kilometer, seemingly transforming the area into a giant crystal box.

The dust hanging in mid-air, the flowing molten mud that had stopped, and the numerous cultivators frozen like puppets.

Within this kilometer radius, every inch of material was firmly frozen by this ocean-like Primordial Spirit force, as if time itself had paused.

Everyone present instantly felt as if they were insects encased in amber, almost unable to blink under the pressure of the Primordial Spirit force.

The surrounding Primordial Spirit force was so hard that it seemed like endless layers of steel plates, continuously squeezing in.

Zhou Bai tried to move his flying sword just a bit, not even a millimeter, and immediately felt the surrounding pressure skyrocket, as if he had moved from 500 meters underwater to the bottom of the ocean at 50,000 meters.

Zhou Bai felt that his Metal Flying Sword seemed to be overburdened, emitting a creaking sound.

Sensing these changes, Zhou Bai immediately stopped moving and looked towards the man in the black robe, thinking to himself, "Who is this guy? His cultivation looks very high, and he's even favored by the Heavenly Dao. He really looks tempting."

Although the aura of green luck on the black-robed man did not seem as vigorous to Zhou Bai as that of the Xuan Nu he had seen before,

In his careful sensing, it was enough for him to upgrade his star points once.

However, despite his eagerness to harvest the green luck from the man immediately, he did not make a move right away.

On one hand, he was too far from the man for his Catastrophe Domain to spread such a distance.

On the other, the black-robed man had shown formidable strength, and Zhou Bai did not want to clash with him head-on.

The black-robed man first looked at the master of mystery, then walked beside her, admiring her like an artwork, occasionally uttering sounds of admiration.

Yet, a look of fear emerged from the depths of the master's eyes, stemming from instinct, from a terror long etched in her consciousness.

In the next moment, the black-robed man formed a hand seal, and at a slight tremor of inspiration, the master revealed a look of despair in her eyes, frozen by the Primordial Spirit force.

On her body, the red crystal-like biological tissues suddenly surged with dense black runes.

These black runes seemed to spread from deep within her body, resembling black chains that slightly contracted, forcibly compressing the master's physical body.

To the astonished eyes of the onlookers, the master's body was compressed and kneaded like modeling clay, dramatically deformed.

Accompanied by screams, the master's flesh was completely squeezed into the small knife on her stomach.

With a light chuckle, the black-robed man picked up the knife before him, revealing a satisfied smile, and then casually tucked it into his chest.

Witnessing this scene, Zhou Bai realized, the black-robed man in front of him was almost certainly an immortal god.

And there was a great chance that he was the chief god of the Plague Department.

"Because it was the Plague Department that led the tragedy on Master Lingmiao, creating those abnormal phenomena, and sending Wolf Head and Gu Lan to their deaths."

"If one were to use a previously prepared Daoist magic to seal Master Lingmiao, the Plague Department's true god would obviously be the most likely."

"So this is the Plague Department's true god? It makes sense that Heavenly Dao favored it."

"But looking at it this way, direct confrontation will not lead to victory."

Zhou Bai recalled the chaos of Heavenly Demon in Donghua City, where even Li Xiuzhu, strong with more than twelve types of hexagrams, was defeated by the Greedy Wolf True Lord of the Fighting Department—showing the immensity of a deity's strength.

"We can only try a battle of wits, using my intelligence to suppress the opponent. If I can't suppress them, then I'll use Time Reverse and slip away."

At this moment, both Wang Shouxuan and Xiao Hun, upon seeing the face of the man in the black robe, also slightly changed their expressions, especially when he casually sealed a thousand square kilometers area effortlessly.

This made them vaguely suspect the man's identity, their eyes filled with shock and uncertainty.

However, at this moment, Wang Shouxuan and Xiao Hun were sealed by the Primordial Spirit's power and couldn't even utter a word.

The man in the black robe had no interest in them, simply turning to Zhou Bai and said, "Kid, you are quite interesting. Speak for yourself; if your story is interesting enough, you might not have to die."

Zhou Bai said, "I am but the Artifact Spirit of a Nine Realms Flying Sword..."

The man in the black robe interrupted Zhou Bai's speech, "Stop the nonsense, I don't have time to waste."

While he spoke, the remaining few subordinates of Xiao Hun, along with Wolf Head and others, who were imprisoned by Xu Dela in the distance, were brought here in a whirlwind.

After delivering them, the whirlwind transformed into a dark green pearl and entered the brow of the man in the black robe, disappearing without a trace.

Zhou Bai thought to himself: 'Some kind of magical treasure? It even found Wolf Head and the others, what does this guy really want?'

Upon their arrival, Wolf Head and the others were startled, not understanding what was happening. Their bodies were completely locked by the omnipresent Primordial Spirit's power, making them unable to move.

The man in the black robe continued, "You are entirely employing Primordial Spirit Emergence, a method of entrusting to a flying sword. I've not only seen this technique but have used it more often than you've eaten. You might deceive others, but you can't fool me."

Zhou Bai was slightly startled and quickly realized, "The true gods of Heaven have long lifespans; I've never heard of one dying of old age. They survived before the distortion of Heavenly Dao and have lived for who knows how long. Primordial Spirit Emergence must be like an instinct to them. To think I could deceive them on this... so naive."

The man in the black robe, wearing a mask, continued, "So, your situation only leaves two possibilities. First, your Primordial Spirit Emerged and mutated but retained a logic close to humanity, with the habit of communicating in human ways.

The second possibility is that you have mastered Primordial Spirit Emergence without being distorted."

As he spoke, the man in the black robe swept his gaze over the sword covered in distorted characters of Gui Hai Hei Sha, "This mud on the sword body looks familiar. Seems like I just heard about it recently..."

Hearing this, Zhou Bai's eyes slightly narrowed. 'This guy... doesn't seem easy to fool. I can't let him keep controlling the pace, aiming at my flaws continuously; no matter what I explain, there will only be more and more holes.'

With this in mind, Zhou Bai spoke with an old and weathered voice, "You're the true god of the Plague Department, right? Is Heaven still using human cultivators to create distorted weapons? You really can't teach an old dog new tricks."

His words indeed caught the other's attention, "Oh? Where did you hear this?"

Zhou Bai, "Heavenly Demon King 'Ji' told me. He hopes that we, the distorted ones, will join the Heavenly Demon forces. After all, Heaven is our common enemy."

Zhou Bai secretly thought, 'Actually, it was Heavenly Demon King 'Ai' who told me, and of course, I'm not distorted... So, will you believe that piece of information?'