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Chapter 145 Refining Godhead
Chapter 145 Refining Godhead
Xu Qing, with divine soul power swirling around his fingertips, pinched up a lower-level god's divine core.
Compared to the world of "Swallowed Star", ordinary Saint-level experts in the world of "Panlong" are at most at the planetary level, and even the peak Saint-level experts are barely on the edge of the constellation level.
As for those lower-level gods and middle-level gods, their strength mostly fluctuates around the Hengxing level. Even the so-called upper-level gods, unless they reach the Great Perfection, are at most at the Universe level, and in his eyes they are no different from ants.
With his divine soul power comparable to that of an immortal king, he could crush billions with a mere thought.
Lin Lei stood aside, his gaze fixed on the lower-level godhood on Xu Qing's fingertip, a question lingering in his mind.
"What is the Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Realms trying to do?"
The next moment, as Xu Qing pushed his divine soul power to its limit, Lin Lei felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure spread out.
That aura wasn't deliberately released, yet it seemed to contain a power capable of crushing everything, as if the entire Zhutian Pavilion had become the eye of a storm.
The source of the storm was precisely that seemingly casual gesture from Xu Qing's fingertips.
Lin Lei's pupils suddenly contracted.
"This power!!!"
He clearly sensed that the power condensed at Xu Qing's fingertips was enough to easily kill countless Seven-Star Demons. If it were to fall into the material plane, dozens of Yulan Continents would probably be shattered!
A storm raged within Lin Lei's heart: "Does the Pavilion Master intend to shatter this divine spark? Is that even possible?!"
Shattering divinity? He had never heard of such a thing.
It should be noted that while the divine status of lower-level gods is worthless in Hell, their hardness is far beyond imagination.
Even as a Seven-Star Demon, he couldn't leave a single mark on it even if he attacked with all his might.
To completely crush it, it would probably only be possible for the Supreme God to personally intervene, or for a High God at the Great Perfection who uses the power of the Supreme God.
"And why can't I sense the slightest power of the laws?"
Despite the immense power emanating from Xu Qing, Lin Lei failed to detect even the slightest trace of elemental energy or the profound mysteries of the laws.
"Could Pavilion Master Xu truly be a supreme deity?"
The thought flashed through Lin Lei's mind.
To be able to unleash such power without relying on the profound mysteries of the laws is something even a high-level god at the Great Perfection stage could never achieve!
But the next moment, he was puzzled. He saw that Xu Qing's power had dissipated, but the lower-level god's divine spark was still intact.
What's going on here?
Looking at this scene, Xu Qing raised an eyebrow and a playful smile appeared on his lips. He thought to himself, "Wow, it's much more solid than I imagined. The touch from my soul is ridiculously hard. Under an attack powerful enough to destroy a star, that divine spark didn't even leave a scratch."
Although lower-level gods are weak, their divine essence is ultimately the crystallization of the supreme rules of the Panlong Universe. Its hardness is comparable to that of a main divine artifact. Although the cultivation methods of the Panlong Universe and the Devouring Universe seem similar, they are actually worlds apart.
The powerful beings in the Panlong World cultivate in a completely abnormal way, relying entirely on the bounty of heaven and earth.
Or to put it another way, it relies entirely on external forces, without any proper cultivation methods.
Godhood is bestowed by the supreme rules, which is fine, and it still allows for normal advancement.
However, the path of self-cultivation only extends to the level of a high-ranking god.
The power and will that follow are bestowed by the rules, while the divine status is to be allocated.
Even if one reaches the point of being able to create one's own universe, the creator is not as precious as the universe they create, and still needs to rely on the primordial energy at the time of the universe's creation to enhance their own strength.
The soul merges into the universe, and as long as the universe exists, I will not perish. To put it bluntly, isn't this just that the creator of the universe is not as good as one's own universe?
Only by obtaining the title of "Hongmeng Controller" can one achieve this status.
It doesn't feel as good as—Chaos Overlord.
In Xu Qing's view, in terms of "the degree of imprisonment" in the Panlong World, it is probably comparable to the Infinite Terror Multiverse in playing cards.
After becoming a high-ranking god, there are no more paths to take; all subsequent paths depend on external forces. After becoming a high-ranking official, there are no more paths to take; all subsequent paths depend on seizing positions.
The only difference is that in the world of "Panlong", once you reach the Holy Realm, you can live forever. Immortality comes easily, and no matter how long you live, you will not be plagued by negative emotions.
Unlike the infinitely diverse realm, where traps are everywhere in every realm and system, making it a veritable "prison within a prison," and the powerful are even more cunning.
For negative reasons, to put it bluntly, the inner universe is a cosmic-level self-contained cesspool, and the inner multiverse is an even larger cesspool on the scale of the multiverse.
Even if one transcends, transcends beyond, transcends beyond the indescribable, one still carries with them an indescribable source of filth; a single glance can turn a person into a defense counsel on the spot.
However, putting aside the traps, the difficulty of reaching the realm of Panlong World Card is much greater than that of Infinite Diversity.
There are 3,900 holy positions of infinite diversity, but there are only 77 main god positions in the Panlong world.
Although a high-ranking god only needs to obtain the status of a main god to be promoted to a main god.
The difference between the chief god and the higher gods is simply unimaginable.
The gap between a chief god and a superior god is not as small as the gap between a saint and a spirit. As for the idea that an attack power equals that of a hundred spirits, that's a joke to a chief god.
Compared to the fire and earth elemental gods who would die trying to create a continent of ten thousand miles, the main god could destroy a material plane of more than a hundred million miles simply by descending!
It possesses the power of a supreme god, the will and might bestowed by heaven and earth, and its divine sense can cover the entire supreme plane spanning hundreds of billions of miles.
It can be said that, apart from the Great Perfection of the Supreme God who is granted the power of will by the rules of heaven and earth, even if the entire Supreme Plane has billions of Supreme Gods and countless lives, they can be killed by a single thought of the Main God!
This is the power of the supreme god.
But all of this power is bestowed by the supreme deity.
Of the 77 main gods, fewer than 10 have cultivated to the Great Perfection of the High God level.
For ordinary high-ranking gods, the chief god is high above, and the chief artifact is unheard of.
Therefore, Beirut's ability to use his divine power to create divine weapons with a hardness comparable to that of a main divine artifact is almost beyond most people's imagination. Before the playful look on Xu Qing's fingertips had faded, a subtle yet extremely penetrating hum suddenly rang out within the Zhutian Pavilion.
Lin Lei's pupils contracted sharply as he realized that the sound was coming from the storage shelf containing the trillions of divine cores.
The next moment, he witnessed a scene he would never forget—those divine cores, whose hardness far surpassed that of ordinary high-level divine artifacts and which even a full-force attack from a seven-star demon or an Asura could hardly leave a mark, suddenly emitted a soft halo.
"What is this?" Linley murmured in disbelief, his heart pounding uncontrollably. A trillion divine sparks, such an enormous number, were now being burned as if by an invisible flame, their edges beginning to blur and melt away.
The originally sharp and distinct divine cores gradually lost their shape. In just a few breaths, the mountain-like billions of divine cores melted into a ball of light with a diameter of about ten feet.