Chapter 258: Meal Time

Outside World, the aura of that Nascent Soul-stage Executor was like a volcano about to erupt, pressing the entire embryonic Divine Nation to hum.

He did not choose to squeeze in through that tiny crack.

That was far too inefficient, and far too unbefitting his status as an Executor.

What he intended was to grind this turtle shell, together with the "surprise" inside, into the dust of the universe.

"Heavenly Disaster Sequence… Activate!"

The two Golden Core Shadow Guards beside him wore pallid faces, yet dared not show any disobedience. They poured all their magical power madly into the ink‑black bead in their hands.

The bead did not emit light; instead it resembled two tiny black holes, greedily devouring every surrounding ray of light and spiritual energy. A nauseating "rot" and "Termination" scent, originating from the level of law, spread from it.

Boom—!

The Executor moved.

He transformed into a pure, ultimate‑condensed torrent of destruction, and with an utterly unreasonable posture, slammed straight into the space where the Wang Zhize brothers stood!

……

Inside the space.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei's faces were paler than those two Shadow Guards outside.

The scene just now where Scorpion Three was "eaten" had completely overturned their understanding of the word "battle". And now the terrifying pressure outside, as if it would tear heaven and earth apart, made even breathing difficult for them.

"Can… can this block it?" Zhang Mei's voice trembled uncontrollably; she clutched tightly the defensive artifact left by Wan Tiande, her knuckles whitening from the strain.

Li Hu said nothing, but silently stepped forward, shielding Zhang Mei behind him. The long‑sword artifact in his hand buzzed, as if both fearful and excited.

He knew that his meager cultivation, in a fight of this caliber, didn't even qualify as cannon fodder.

But he had to stand his ground.

"Brother! That big guy! Such strong energy! Completely different from those soft‑leg shrimp before!"

Wang Zhitao, far from frightened, bounced excitedly in place; his black‑gold totem flickered ambiguously, as if breathing.

He turned to Wang Zhize, saliva nearly spilling, and said, "We agreed, the biggest one is yours! The remaining two, and those two blackish things they hold, are mine! No stealing!"

Wang Zhize ignored his younger brother's clamor.

He held a jade tablet, eyes closed.

Under his grandfather's memory infusion, his perspective had long diverged from that of mortals.

What he "saw" was not an energy torrent, but a corner formed of pure "Destruction" law, hammering fiercely against his own "wall".

The wall moaned, wailed.

The law‑lines that constituted this space were being violently ripped, stretched, and broken by a brute force.

"Li brother, Zhang Mei sister," Wang Zhize suddenly spoke, his voice still calm, "retreat ten zhang behind me and guard that spot. Do not let any aftershock of power spread outward."

Li Hu and Zhang Mei were startled, and looked in the direction Wang Zhize indicated.

There was nothing there, yet it was the very core of this space.

They understood instantly.

That spot was where the old hero Wang Shan's soul returns, the foundation of this "home".

"Don't worry!" Li Hu's throat was dry, yet he roared the loudest he'd ever shouted in his life, "Even if we die, we'll nail this place down for you!"

The words fell.

Dong—!!!!

An indescribable colossal boom erupted not from the ears but from the depths of each person's soul!

The embryonic Divine Nation shuddered violently.

The heavens seemed about to collapse.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei staggered, nearly falling. They were horrified to find the surrounding light warped, the air turned viscous, each breath feeling like inhaling scalding sand and gravel.

Is this the might of a Nascent Soul‑stage cultivator's single strike?

Even while hidden in his own world, one feels about to be shattered!

Wang Zhitao was also shaken, gritting his teeth, "Pah pah pah! What a force! Brother, are you okay? If not, I'll go gnaw his leg off first!"

"Shut up."

Wang Zhize finally opened his eyes.

A fine bead of sweat seeped from the corner of his forehead.

Resisting the full‑force strike of a Nascent Soul‑stage cultivator placed a huge burden on him, the newly‑wielded "Lord of Worlds".

Yet he showed no sign of panic.

"He wants to smash my 'rules' with the purest power?" Wang Zhize muttered to himself, as if asking himself, yet as if stating a fact, "Good idea, but unfortunately… this is my home."

He raised the jade tablet in his hand.

There was no earth‑shaking magical light, nor any world‑destroying energy ripple.

He simply… issued a command.

"All external laws that contact my domain shall be defined: solidify."

Hum—

That earth‑shaking terrifying vibration abruptly ceased.

It wasn't blocked, but "stuck".

The Executor from the Outside World could feel his destruction force, capable of piercing mountains, had crashed into an invisible, untouchable, yet infinitely dense and infinitely resilient mire.

The power was neither rebounded nor cancelled, but forcibly "solidified" on the surface layer of the space.

He could even sense his law power being gradually "assimilated" by this bizarre space, becoming part of the opponent's "wall".

What a bizarre technique!

"Executor, sir!"

The other two Shadow Guards let out startled cries.

The two "Oblivion" black beads in their hands finally reached their utmost activation.

"Scatter!"

Two formless, intangible ripples, yet bearing a strong ominous aura, spread out from the black beads, ignoring spatial barriers and seeping directly inward.

This was not an energy attack, but a "pollution" at the level of law.

In an instant, on the ground beneath Li Hu and Zhang Mei, a sprout that had just emerged from the rock, full of vitality, withered, Withering at a visible speed, and finally turned into a puff of ash.

On the nearby cliff, rust‑like streaks began to appear, and the hard rock structure started to disintegrate from within, becoming crumbly.

The entire embryonic Divine Realm, as if infused with potent poison, began a slow yet resolute "death" process.

"Brother! This is it!" Wang Zhitao sniffed forcefully, his eyes shining terrifyingly, "So stinky! But it smells… so chewy!"

He couldn't wait.

Wang Zhize watched those spreading "law viruses", then glanced at his impatient younger brother, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Go."

"Remember how Grandpa taught you to use the new 'utensil'."

"Alright!"

Wang Zhitao, granted permission, let out a joyful shout, his whole body like a black‑golden cannonball fired from a barrel, charging straight toward the area most heavily polluted by the Withering and Decay laws.

He used no technique, not even a punch.

He simply opened his mouth in midair.

"I—am—activating—now!"

A vortex composed of countless black‑golden mysterious runes, centered on his mouth, erupted with a roar!

It wasn't devouring energy, but devouring "concepts"!

Those Withering and Decay laws, capable of driving an entire world toward death, like sheep meeting a natural predator, emitted silent, high‑pitched whines, crazily surging into that rune vortex!

"Gurgle~"

Wang Zhitao let out a satisfied hum and smacked his lips.

"The taste is odd, bitter and astringent, a bit moldy. Bad review! But… it fills you up!"

While complaining about the dish, he intensified the devouring, like a glutton that hadn't eaten for millennia, lunging at the two black beads still continuously releasing "law toxins".

The two Golden Core Shadow Guards outside instantly felt their connection to their artifact ripped apart by an incomprehensible terrifying force!

And on the other side.

Wang Zhize slowly lifted his head, his gaze piercing the spatial boundary, landing on the Nascent Soul‑stage executor stuck, "glued" to his own wall, caught in a dilemma.

"Now, it's my turn."

He whispered.

"Welcome to my world."

"As the first guest, what should I bring… to entertain you?"