"You are not Wan Mo, who are you?" The person in the secret chamber had half a face that looked grotesquely disfigured, and his single eye occasionally flashed with a sinister light; it was immediately obvious he was no good sort.

A dense power of faith pulsed around his body. He clearly appeared to be severely injured and was likely recuperating now.

Chen Feng glanced over and asked, "Are you a god?"

This fellow was probably the target Wan Mo intended to slaughter. He hadn't expected such rotten luck; he thought there was treasure in this secret chamber, only to encounter a god first.

"Knowing I am a god and daring to disturb my meditation. You truly have a death wish." The one-eyed god spoke coldly, "If you sever your own arm now and cripple your cultivation, I might spare your life."

"Spare my life?" Chen Feng let out a laugh. "It seems you are in no position to protect yourself. If I truly crippled my cultivation, I'd just be waiting for you to kill me."

This one-eyed god must have been too weak to kill anyone immediately. His earlier words were merely an attempt to intimidate Chen Feng into self-mutilation.

"You..." Hearing Chen Feng see through his scheme, the one-eyed god’s face froze in horror.

Chen Feng surveyed the surroundings. The secret chamber was about seventy or eighty square meters, nearly five meters high, filled with every conceivable type of weapon and armor, along with a large number of ancient corpses, medicinal herbs, and ores.

Wan Mo had been the commander here for a long time. Being so close to the Tie Family, he naturally hoarded many weapons and armors. These weapons were, at the very least, Mid-grade Sacred Artifacts. As for the herbs and ores, considering the vastness of the Frozen Demon Garden, the collection was far from small.

It could be said that Chen Feng understood the immense value of this secret chamber after only one glance. If everything inside were taken out, the strategic capabilities of sweeping across the Tianya Legion would certainly advance by another level.

"How dare you insult me! I will turn you into my Spirit Corpse..." Seeing that Chen Feng paid him no mind, the one-eyed god erupted in fury.

A god was a god after all. Even if he was severely depleted and his body reached an extreme state of weakness, killing a Saint Domain expert was not difficult. After roaring in anger, the one-eyed god stood up, summoned the power of faith swirling around him into his palm with a single gesture, roared at Chen Feng, and shot it toward him, transforming it into divine power.

Divine power and the might displayed by the Saint Domain were incomparable. It was like the flames from burning wood, no matter how large, could never rival the flame from an oxygen torch. The fundamental quality of the two forces was entirely different. Trying to melt a steel plate with wood fire, no matter how large, would fail, whereas the oxygen torch flame, though smaller, could easily punch a hole through it.

Although the one-eyed god's divine power was not strong, this single move would have ensured that even three peak Saint Domain experts could not escape, dying right there in regret. But the person he faced was not a peak Saint Domain expert; it was Chen Feng.

Chen Feng merely raised his arm and pointed a single finger forward.

A spatial particle formed at his fingertip. It shot out like a ray, intersecting with the divine power launched by the one-eyed god, and instantly enveloped it.

"Ah... how is this possible... I am a god..." The one-eyed god roared, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Bang.

With a thunderous sound, under the assault of the black particle, the one-eyed god's head was instantly blown to smithereens, thoroughly annihilated. He likely never imagined how he was killed.

Having eliminated the one-eyed god with a single move using the black particle, Chen Feng took two steps forward and picked up a pitch-black sphere from the ground.

"Is this the Godhead?" Chen Feng looked at the sphere in his palm, sensing the power constantly emanating from it. A thought struck him: "So that's it. The Godhead is essentially a solidified concentration of the power of faith."

A god absorbs the power of faith to condense a Godhead, much like some demonic beasts absorb the earth's spiritual energy to strengthen their Demon Cores. The essence of the Godhead is the power of faith—simplifying it means converting the power of faith into divine power and condensing it into a tangible form, which is the Godhead.

However, while it sounds simple, achieving it is incredibly difficult. The Godhead is a unique existence requiring exceptionally stringent conditions for its formation. The Heavenly Tribulation is an indispensable prerequisite. Without the baptism of the Heavenly Tribulation, the power of faith can never be condensed into a Godhead. It’s just like how everyone knows the essence of a diamond is carbon, but forming a diamond is anything but simple. Though Chen Feng understood the principle, condensing a Godhead without a massive tribulation was impossible for him as well.

Tucking the Godhead away into his water flask, Chen Feng was about to examine the room's contents thoroughly when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps approaching from the outer passage.

"Is that Wan Mo? Why is he coming here?" Chen Feng's divine sense swept out, instantly identifying the arrival. "If he knows I killed this guy, he'll inevitably want the Godhead. Things will get complicated when I try to inquire about Long Xiaoqiang’s matter."

Chen Feng decided it would be better to teleport out and evade him. With his cultivation, teleporting out from here without being detected by Wan Mo in the passage was no issue at all.

Just as he was about to teleport, his eyes happened to fall upon the scattered mess of objects on the floor: "Since I've seen it, I might as well take it all."

Chen Feng muttered to himself and took out a new spatial accessory.

The power of the Great Universe suddenly swept out, instantly sweeping up all the armor, herbs, and ores in the entire secret chamber. Then, his body flickered, and his tracks vanished in an instant.

...

"Lord Wan Mo, isn't it inappropriate for us to come here now if we disturb the Old Ancestor?" the man accompanying Wan Mo said cautiously.

"I felt inexplicably restless just now, as if something had happened. I had a feeling something would occur here near the Old Ancestor, so I brought you along," Wan Mo replied.

"Although the Old Ancestor is injured, he is a God-level expert after all. Even a peak Saint Domain wouldn't dare eye him, let alone hiding here where no one could find him. How could there be danger?" the person behind him chuckled.

"We must not be careless. Remember, there is always someone better, and there are heavens beyond the heavens. Who can guarantee problems won't arise?" Wan Mo said while striding inside.

"Not good..." As the two reached the end of the passage, they immediately saw the door smashed open on the ground, with pieces of glazed gold ore scattered everywhere.

"Old Ancestor..." Wan Mo cried out and shot toward the center of the secret chamber. Seeing the corpse lying flat on the floor, he let out a mournful howl.

"It must have been the Funeral Demon God! I was planning to go kill him tonight and seize his Godhead to avenge the Old Ancestor, but I didn't expect him to strike first!" Wan Mo spat out fiercely, sorrow flowing from his eyes.

If Chen Feng were present, he would surely realize he had killed the wrong one; the god Wan Mo wanted to kill was not this one, but someone else entirely.

"Lord Wan Mo... even the things we've amassed over a thousand years are gone..." the man following Wan Mo noticed the empty secret chamber and exclaimed in alarm.

"Funeral Demon God, I swear we are sworn enemies!" Wan Mo stood up and roared loudly.

...

Xiao Hu and Judy were visibly excited when they saw Chen Feng return to the cultivation chamber. Chen Feng briefly summarized his haul and then took out a natural portal, asking Xiao Hu and Judy to take these things to the legion first and wait for him.

Chen Feng reasoned that since he had killed a god, Wan Mo might no longer need him. To solidify his position, Wan Mo would surely move against him. If the other party resorted to force, Xiao Hu and Judy would be in danger if they remained here.

They hadn't achieved godhood yet, and they were still very vulnerable to an attack by Saint Domain Necromancers.

He also handed the newly acquired Godhead to Xiao Hu to take along. Godheads are not differentiated by type; even the Godhead of a Death God, if consumed, can lead to godhood. Thus, Chen Feng told Xiao Hu to arrange for White or Cam to consume it. These two were his trusted subordinates; if one of them achieved godhood, they would naturally be the first candidates.

As for Xiao Hu and Judy, they would have to rely on their own power to condense a Godhead, so the existing Godhead wasn't very useful to them.

The moment the two left the cultivation chamber, Chen Feng's divine sense detected Wan Mo ascending from below ground.

"Yamazaki Ryuji, are you ready? Let's go," Wan Mo said immediately upon entering the room.

"Go where?" Chen Feng, unaware that he had killed the wrong person, was slightly confused.

"To slay a god, of course. Have you changed your mind?" A hint of killing intent flashed in Wan Mo's eyes.

The death of his Old Ancestor had pushed him to the brink of madness. If Chen Feng backed out now, Wan Mo would absolutely attack immediately.

"Of course, I haven't changed my mind. I meant, weren't we supposed to go tonight?"

"I can't wait any longer! That bastard sneak-attacked and killed my Old Ancestor. I swear I will not rest until this blood debt is paid!" Wan Mo roared.

"Killed the Old Ancestor?" Chen Feng looked stunned.

"Without the Old Ancestor, where would this foundation be? It would have likely been swallowed up by other Necromancer factions long ago," Wan Mo explained. "The Old Ancestor showed me immense kindness; even death cannot repay it."

Chen Feng grew increasingly confused. Could there be two undead gods?

Wan Mo seemed to sense his doubt and slowly explained, "More than twenty days ago, from somewhere unknown, a fellow named the Funeral Demon God appeared. His cultivation had already reached the God Level, and he coveted this territory, intending to deal with me ruthlessly. It was the Old Ancestor who saved me then. After a fierce battle, they were evenly matched, and ultimately both were heavily wounded. The Funeral Demon God fled when he saw our superior numbers. I dispatched people to scout for half a month before finally discovering his tracks again. For revenge, and for the Godhead, I needed you to join me in slaying this god."

Only then did Chen Feng understand, feeling a mixture of amusement and helplessness. If Wan Mo ever discovered that his Old Ancestor was killed by one of his black particles, he would probably want to kill Chen Feng himself.

"Good. Let's set off now." Chen Feng stood up, straightened himself, and spoke loudly.

Killing one is the same as killing two; it might as well be more killing. If he killed two, he would get two Godheads.