Could walking into the void rift really allow soone to contain [Divinity]?
In that mont, Cheng Shi began to deeply doubt the lies he had spun earlier.
If Su Yida had not already contained [Divinity], how could he have changed so drastically?
The person before him appeared more seasoned, more calculating, exuding the sa kind of confidence and authority that Fang Jue and Wei Guan, from the previous trial, had displayed.
And what did Su Yida an by “long ti no see”?
Had Su Yida experienced years within the rift while, to Cheng Shi, it had only been an instant?
It wasn’t impossible.
The void rift blurred the lines between reality and illusion. No one knew what it truly contained. If Su Yida had indeed found fortune in misfortune…
Tch, this is bad.
Cheng Shi clicked his tongue in frustration, beginning to assess his own safety.
Given that they were fellow deceivers, surely Su Yida wouldn’t go for the kill, right?
“How did a simple turn around beco a ‘long ti no see’?” Cheng Shi chuckled, standing up as he subtly hid his left hand behind his back.
Su Yida, observing his movents, scoffed in disdain.
“You’re still this cautious. No, I should say, you’ve always been this cautious, ever since this mont. It’s truly remarkable.
What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll notice your precious ring, the one that surpasses standard semi-divine relics, on your right hand?”
“!!!”
Cheng Shi’s heart skipped a beat, and his right hand instinctively tightened around the ring. He quickly regained control, feigning ignorance with a smile.
“What are you talking about?”
“Enough with the act. I know you well—better than you know yourself, at least at this mont.
And my ti is limited. Let’s end this quickly. After that, may we never et again.”
With that, Su Yida took a small, almost insignificant step forward.
But that tiny step brought him face-to-face with Cheng Shi in an instant.
Teleportation—completely without warning!
Cheng Shi couldn’t react in ti. His body instinctively bent forward as he aid a punch, the ring on his fist targeting Su Yida’s stomach.
The Bone Servant Le Le’er’s Ring had accumulated a significant amount of fear from Su Yida, so this blow should have been fatal.
However, just as Cheng Shi’s fist was halfway to its target, his entire body inexplicably froze in place.
Ti itself seed to co to a standstill, trapping him in the mont.
Even the crackling lightning from the ring stalled, as if captured in a photograph, each flickering spark suspended in midair.
Su Yida smirked condescendingly, lowering the hand he had used to cast the spell.
Yes, it was Su Yida who had cast the spell that stopped ti.
The S-rank [Ti] talent: Eternal Prison.
Back in the day, Ah Ming had been trapped by Fang Shiqing’s Eternal Prison, waiting for Cheng Shi’s judgnt.
Now, the situation had reversed.
Cheng Shi had gone from judge to judged, while the new judge was none other than Su Yida—who, not long ago, had been forced to yield to Cheng Shi’s clever sches!
“Thump, thump—thump, thump—”
Cheng Shi’s heart began to race uncontrollably.
Why [Ti]?
How could it be [Ti]?
Where did he get [Ti]?
Never before had Cheng Shi experienced such an eerie situation. Never had he been so thoroughly restrained.
The look in Su Yida’s eyes held not just a hint of nostalgia but also a deep-seated disdain.
It was the kind of disdain a higher being might have when gazing down on a weaker creature.
It wasn’t personal—it was simply because Cheng Shi was too weak.
Cheng Shi could sll death.
This ti, the stench was coming from himself.
Yet, despite the shock, the unanswered questions, and the overwhelming confusion, Cheng Shi remained silent.
Because he knew that the mont he begged for answers, the balance of the ga would be broken.
So, no matter how close he was to death, no matter how shaky his confidence was, he couldn’t afford to ask any questions now.
Su Yida looked at Cheng Shi, still smiling, and shook his head with a chuckle.
“You’re calr than I thought. Whether you’re faking it or not, at least at this mont, I wouldn’t be able to stay this composed.
I never believed the rumors about who you were. Now I’m curious—what took you to such heights?
Could it have been this… this ring with the mark of [Death]?”
Su Yida removed the ring from Cheng Shi’s finger and examined the Screaming Mouths engraved on it, counting them carefully.
“1, 2, 3, 4, 5… Excellent. All five mouths are lit. It seems you’ve gathered enough fear. Why didn’t you use it?
Is it because you couldn’t bring yourself to?
Is that pitiful, pathetic fake sense of goodness still urging you to be a ‘good person’?
How amusing. The number of people who have died because of you, the number of people who died for you, the number of people you’ve killed—it’s beyond count. Were everyone who died at your hands ‘bad people’ in your eyes?
At this point, why bother distinguishing between good and bad?
It’s laughable!
Ridiculous!!!
Oh, wait… I rember now. You don’t even see them as people, do you? If that’s the case, why hesitate?
It’s just an excuse. A ridiculous excuse!”
He tossed the ring into the void as if it were worthless, then seized Cheng Shi by the throat, tightening his grip slowly, turning Cheng Shi’s face a sickly shade of purple.
Cheng Shi was powerless. His veins bulged, and his eyes reddened.
“Is it fear? Helplessness? Resentnt? Rage?
Rember this feeling. This is…
Death.”
With that, there was a sickening “crack” as the sound of a neck snapping filled the air.
Cheng Shi’s body, once tense, went limp, and his eyes slowly closed. He fell to the ground like a lifeless rag doll.
“Thud.”
The void gently cushioned the deceiver’s corpse, preventing it from falling into the abyss.
Su Yida glanced at the body with cold indifference, then let out a mocking laugh.
“I killed Cheng Shi. Heh, who would believe that?”
He casually picked up a scrap of cloth from Cheng Shi’s body and wiped his hands with it. Then, he turned his gaze elsewhere.
Monts earlier, a blood-soaked body had been expelled from a void rift.
Not long after, Zhao Qian, equally drenched in blood, erged from the sa spot.
But what Zhao Qian hadn’t expected was that the mont he fought his way out, he wouldn’t find answers to the trial or the revenge of Gao Yu. Instead, he was t with an irresistible Eternal Prison.
Su Yida frowned as he approached Zhao Qian, who stared back in horror.
“I’m sorry… I don’t seem to rember you. Who are you?”
Zhao Qian didn’t answer. All he could think was how unfamiliar, how terrifying this version of Su Yida was.
People said that followers of [mory] would offer up their mories to their god, leaving them with no recollection of the past. Could Su Yida be the sa?
But this Eternal Prison—that was clearly an S-rank talent from [Ti]. How could Su Yida wield it?
Could it be that Su Yida was actually a follower of [Ti]?
Zhao Qian’s fear hadn’t yet dissipated, but his face had cald. He cautiously tested the waters:
“Gao Yu isn’t dead, Su Yida. You don’t have to do this.”
This was a probe.
He needed to eliminate the possibility that Su Yida was punishing him for so twisted idea of justice.
Su Yida frowned and glanced at the unconscious young man on the ground.
“Gao Yu?
This kid? No mory of him.
I was asking about you—who are you?”
“Zhao Qian.
You really don’t rember? I’m your teammate. Just now, we worked together to cross the boundary between reality and the void, arriving here!”
“We?
Cooperation?
Hah, this is—
Oh? You’re a follower of [Patience]? Interesting. But with your capabilities, you’re hardly worthy of ‘cooperating’ with .
Let
think… if I recall correctly, this trial was carried out by
and Cheng Shi leading you all to safety.
So, you’re probably just so useless thing, not even worth rembering.”
Su Yida’s words were sharp and cutting, but Zhao Qian didn’t dare get angry. He knew that the mont they turned against each other, he would die.
Because he had already seen Cheng Shi’s corpse lying in the distance.
Su Yida had gone mad!
He had killed the only priest!
And the trial was far from over!
“You’re not Su Yida… Who are you, really?”
“I?
I am, of course, Su Yida.
The real and only Su Yida.”
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