To Chen Feng, killing gods was no object of fear; just four days prior, he had slain numerous deities who had foolishly attempted to assert dominion over the continent. However, these were merely emanations, avatars lacking true divinity, otherwise, Chen Feng would have long since become a veritable "Godhead" magnate.

As explained by the Fist King, gods originally existed on the Continent of the Gods, but many went into hiding after the Great War of the Fallen Gods. Most of those who now dared to appear openly were undead deities who had fled the Divine Realm after Chen Feng shattered the Profound Heaven Star Array.

Chen Feng held no affection for the undead deities; killing them and seizing their essence seemed entirely justifiable.

Though his heart had already agreed, he maintained the necessary facade. His current guise was Yamazaki Ryuji, an Undead Mage at the peak of the Saint Domain. If a Saint Domain expert heard talk of "god-slaying" and reacted not with worry and anxiety over potential losses, but with a delighted, eager grin, the Myriad Daemons would surely be terrified enough to scream for mercy.

"Slaying a god..." Chen Feng adopted an expression of deep hesitation.

"Heh, no need to be afraid. This deity is currently in a genuine period of weakness. If we factor in you and your Spirit Corpses, we have at least a 60 percent chance," Wan Mo stated with firm conviction.

"Sixty percent?"

Sixty percent was barely over half; the odds were hardly reassuring. In truth, Chen Feng didn't realize that if the possibility of obtaining a Godhead were broadcast across the continent, every peak Saint Domain expert would go mad for the chance.

When a Godhead Mountain birthed a Godhead, the probability of obtaining one was astonishingly low—perhaps one in a hundred thousand, or even a million. Yet, even such infinitesimal odds drove peak Saint Domain experts into a frenzy. Sixty percent, then, was an opportunity beyond measure.

"For cultivation that has reached our level, where breakthrough is impossible, if we don't seize an opportunity to fight, how can we be content?" Wan Mo urged him.

"Let me consider it." Chen Feng paused, remaining silent for a long moment before gritting his teeth. "Fine, I agree. When do we depart?"

Wan Mo was overjoyed by Chen Feng's assent. A rare smile cracked his ashen-grey face, though it was hardly a pleasing sight—it looked enough to frighten ghosts were one to see it outdoors at night.

"Good, decisive! Since it's settled, to prevent any delays, prepare yourself. We move tonight."

"Tonight? So soon?" Chen Feng hadn't expected the man to act so decisively. This was "god-slaying," not a trip to the vegetable market.

Wan Mo, noting Chen Feng's strong reaction, quickly understood his concern. "Tonight is the Myriad Spirit Assembly. At that time, we should both be present at the event, meaning he will never expect us to attack him then. This can add another ten percent to our original chances."

Adding one-tenth to sixty percent increased their chances of survival substantially.

"Very well, I await your orders at any time," Chen Feng replied.

With their minds "unified," Wan Mo detailed his methods and steps. They discussed the plan thoroughly, and by the time everything was finalized, the sky had already darkened.

Chen Feng tried to subtly inquire about Long Xiaoqiang's whereabouts, but whether Wan Mo genuinely didn't know or was concealing it for other reasons, he let slip not a single relevant word. This left Chen Feng considerably frustrated.

"Alright, this is my cultivation chamber. Adjust your state here first. We leave precisely when the Myriad Spirit Assembly reaches its peak moment tonight," Wan Mo said, rising.

"Mm, understood," Chen Feng responded.

Watching Wan Mo leave, Chen Feng's true intentions began to stir. His purpose in coming here wasn't to slay a god, but to find Long Xiaoqiang.

He immediately sat down and slowly spread his divine sense outward. However, it only managed to extend a thousand meters before he felt an inexplicable resistance, a sense of depletion.

At his level of cultivation, covering hundreds of thousands or even tens of millions of li with his divine sense was effortless. For this current situation to arise was truly baffling.

"What could be wrong?" Chen Feng murmured internally. "Power can be divided into inert power and normal power, but surely mental force doesn't also have 'Type C' variations?"

"I'll first see if there's anything noteworthy within this thousand-meter radius." Since he couldn't grasp the reason, he decided not to waste time pondering it; Chen Feng never lingered on mysteries he couldn't immediately solve. He calmed his mind and focused his spirit, perceiving everything around him. His divine sense scanned the area slowly, revealing nothing exceptional, until he directed his mental energy directly downwards—and a light flashed before his eyes.

"This is..."

Directly beneath him, about fifty zhang below, lay a completely sealed secret chamber that his mental perception located. Yet, the material surrounding it was such that even his divine sense could not penetrate it.

"If my mental power weren't so formidable, and my cultivation wasn't so high, I likely wouldn't have noticed this was a hidden room at all. Wan Mo must be keeping his most valuable possessions here," Chen Feng realized, a thought crossing his mind. "Since I'm already here, I certainly shouldn't adhere to outdated notions of gentlemanly conduct."

With that thought, he glanced at Little Tiger and Judy standing nearby. These two were assumed to be his Spirit Corpses, following him faithfully. As soon as Wan Mo departed, Little Tiger had collapsed onto the ground with none of his usual decorum.

Spirit Corpses were inanimate objects that could be stored in spatial trinkets. But Little Tiger and Judy could not, so they had to make do by remaining visible.

"There's a secret chamber beneath us. Wait up here, I'll go take a look," Chen Feng transmitted mentally.

"A secret chamber? I want to go too!" Little Tiger immediately grew interested.

At the peak Saint Domain level, his mental power was insufficient to pierce fifty *zhang* of earth. Seeing Chen Feng say nothing, Little Tiger couldn't detect the subterranean room at all.

"Don't come, Little Tiger. Your current identity is a Spirit Corpse; a Spirit Corpse shouldn't be bouncing around following its master. Don't worry, I'll be right back." Chen Feng calmed him, then turned to Judy. "I... will take the opportunity to scout for information."

Judy nodded. Over the years, her innate temperament had changed considerably; that self-important pride had long been worn away. Since they had accepted Chen Feng as the leader upon arrival, she was now bound to abide by his decisions.

With the two placated, Chen Feng scanned the surroundings one last time with his divine sense, finding no guards present. His body flickered, vanishing from the spot. He reappeared moments later in the concealed area beneath the cultivation chamber.

"It's Glazed Gold Ore! No wonder others can't detect it," Chen Feng muttered, observing the dense, gleaming stones lining both sides of the passage.

Glazed Gold Ore was a rare mineral whose primary function was shielding against mental perception scans. However, for the divine sense of a God-level expert, it was far less effective. Still, to line an entire passage with such quantities demonstrated Wan Mo's extraordinary means.

He descended for a while, gradually nearing the secret chamber. It was unnervingly quiet inside, without a single guard stationed. Chen Feng presumed Wan Mo trusted no one enough to find this place, hence he hadn't even assigned Spirit Corpses.

The passage ended at a pitch-black door. Chen Feng glanced at it, and a strange expression immediately crossed his face.

The door was carved from a single piece of Glazed Gold Ore, perfectly integrated with the surrounding earth. It was less a door and more a seamless wall; from the outside, there was no visible means to open it, let alone enter. Even his divine sense could not penetrate it to probe within.

"Forget it, I won't bother with finesse," Chen Feng exhaled, clenching his fist. Without further ado, he delivered a powerful blow to the door.

*Boom.*

With a dull thud, the door carved from Glazed Gold Ore immediately developed visible cracks. In an instant, it disintegrated into rubble. Given Chen Feng's current strength, even a door made of Black Gold Iron couldn't withstand a single punch, much less one of Glazed Gold Ore.

...

*Whoosh, whoosh.*

The moment the door shattered, dozens of strangely angled, incomparably swift beams of light shot out from the darkness within the chamber. These beams possessed immense power; even a peak Saint Domain expert, caught completely off guard, would struggle frantically and likely end up impaled.

"You think such simple traps can harm me?" Chen Feng sneered, pointing a finger diagonally forward. A pure white round shield immediately materialized before him.

*Clang, clang, clang.*

In a sound like a continuous shower of rain, every single beam of light was perfectly deflected by the shield Chen Feng conjured from empty air.

—Serpent Skill: Divine Finger.

After the light attack ceased, more than a dozen Spirit Corpses surged out from the chamber's darkness. They were expressionless, emitting a heavy aura of undeath. Wan Mo hadn't posted guards in the passage, but he had stationed his own Spirit Corpses inside the chamber—a clear indicator of the importance of whatever lay within.

Chen Feng glanced at the approaching undead. Five of them had already reached the Saint Domain level. In the narrow passage, dodging would be difficult. Any other person seeing such a sudden swarm of undead would likely turn and flee, but Chen Feng paid them no mind.

His feet blurred as he executed a Psychic Teleportation, instantly appearing behind the group of Spirit Corpses. Simultaneously, his body, suspended in mid-air, suddenly radiated ten thousand beams of light. These rays struck the Spirit Corpses, causing them to emit a sizzling sound, as if boiling water had been poured onto snow. In unison, the bodies of all the Spirit Corpses began to smoke, purified and instantly reduced to ash.

—Athena's Flash Crystal Wave.

This was Chen Feng's first time employing a move belonging to Mamiyou Athena, and he was surprised by its immediate success in purifying the Spirit Corpses. He understood quickly: Athena's manifestations were unique psychic abilities. The strength of the corpses, controlled by a necromancer's spiritual imprint, meant that facing a blast of pure psychic energy was like a candle in a hurricane—extinction was inevitable. The combined force of the spiritual imprint strike and the move's inherent power pulverized the remains into ash.

Having eliminated the undead guard, Chen Feng turned toward the chamber behind him. What he saw made him jump back in shock.

In the otherwise pitch-black interior, a person was seated upright.