A wisp of his remnant soul was obliterated, gravely injuring his vital energy.
It was barely a breath away from the "Young Master’s" divine soul being eternally trapped in the nightmare.
This was the most tragic loss to date.
Losing the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons within the Refining Demon Mountain meant losing an inexhaustible treasury.
A massive number of monster cultivators, the "henchmen" driven by the Divine Lord, along with beast materials, demon monster flesh, and evil spirits’ evil thoughts, all lost their supply.
Although there was a cause, a divine punishment was unavoidable.
This was also, to date, the most severe "cruel torture" Mr. Tu had ever received.
He witnessed and personally experienced all sorts of cruel punishments within the Great Wilderness, where the human world was like a prison.
After the punishment, Mr. Tu’s skin was tattered and his bones exposed, collapsing to the ground, almost unrecognizable as a human, like a lump of ravaged "flesh."
At the same time, what was even more painful was his divine soul.
It was unclear how long had passed before Mr. Tu recovered from the endless pain.
The pain of the divine punishment was branded into his divine soul.
Yet, his skin and flesh gradually revived, returning to their human form.
Mr. Tu trembled as he knelt before the forest-white sheep bone divine statue, his voice quivering, "The guilty slave, thanks... thanks Divine Lord for your grace..."
Although the Divine Lord imposed cruel torture.
The divine punishment was unprecedented in its severity.
But Mr. Tu knew in his heart that the Divine Lord had actually shown mercy.
The Divine Lord understood him.
The root cause of this defeat was because the opponent was a "Fierce God."
How can mortals compare to deities?
It was the Fierce God who was too strong, rather than his own weakness.
In the face of a deity, no matter how thorough the preparations, how meticulous the plans are, sometimes they are all in vain.
And this battle, despite the heavy losses, also yielded significant gains.
Mr. Tu prostrated himself, speaking with fear:
"The true enemy of the Divine Lord revealed itself before this guilty slave..."
"This is a recently hatched, young Fierce God!"
"The divine skill of this deity is a golden divine sword, but its structure is ancient, the sword body is crude, resembling a sword yet not a sword."
"Using the sword as a divine skill indicates its heavy deathly nature!"
"The myriad evil spirits in the Demon Refining Diagram were slaughtered by it, revealing its profound ferocity!"
"This deity must be a Fierce God among the Evil Gods."
"And the henchmen and followers of this Fierce God, the ones at the forefront, are the Taixu Gate!"
"Even the Rushing Void Sect and the Tai’a Sect cannot escape their connections!"
"Among the three sects of this line, there must be high-ranking cultivators secretly worshiping this ’Fierce God,’ driven by this Fierce God, doing their utmost to protect this young Fierce God as it grows safely, ruling a region."
"And the goal of this Fierce God..."
Mr. Tu bowed his head, his teeth chattering, "is precisely the Divine Lord!"
The room suddenly darkened.
In fear, Mr. Tu spoke faster: "The Divine Lord slumbers, the Divine Thought is silent, the divine might unflaunted."
"This Fierce God dares to be so audacious, seeking to seize the opportunity to covet the Divine Lord, covertly usurping the Divine Lord’s authority, conspiring to rob the Divine Lord of rank, and even..."
"to reach for the Divine Marrow of the Divine Lord!"
A sudden gust of wind arose, the chamber steeped in blood, as though supreme oppression descended, suffocating.
The Divine Lord was angry!
Mr. Tu knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
A moment later, everything dispersed.
It seemed there was a "divine sign" in Mr. Tu’s heart.
It was as if the Divine Lord had given him some revelation.
For a moment, Mr. Tu’s eyes showed a void and cruelty, revealing an eerie majesty, only to return to normal shortly after.
Mr. Tu stayed dazed for a while, then became wildly joyful.
Suppressing his fear and excitement, he knelt reverently, saying:
"Blessed by the Divine Lord, this old slave will spare no effort to set up a heaven-earth snare, to capture this ’Fierce God.’
"Let this youthful Fierce God become the most bountiful ’sacrifice’ at the grand ceremony of the Divine Lord’s revival!"