Chapter 268: Feast of Despair

Got tricked!

As the spatial fissure behind her silently sealed, the bewitchingly slender woman felt her heart instantly sink to the bottom of a valley.

Around them remained the suffocating black‑gold space, its laws chaotic and oppressive, as if the whole world were rejecting them.

Not far away, Wang Zhize stood quietly, watching them, his expression like that of someone observing two mice that had voluntarily scurried into a cage.

You…

The hulking brute was about to roar, but realized his proud 'Heavy Pressure' law here was like sinking in quicksand; every ounce of power cost ten times the spirit, and the moment he left his body, an invisible force twisted and weakened him.

The woman beside him fared even worse; her 'Void' law was almost entirely suppressed, she could no longer keep her ethereal form and was firmly 'fixed' in the material plane.

Brother! Brother! It's my turn now, right? These two look tastier than the one before!

Wang Zhitao rubbed his hands, eyes gleaming as he stuck his head out from behind Wang Zhize; his unabashed, food‑hungry gaze sent a chill through the two 'Calamity'-grade Shadow Guards.

This is no youngster at all; it's clearly an ancient ferocious beast cloaked in human skin!

Zhize… Zhitao… what… what's going on?

The tremor nearby finally roused the unconscious Li Hu and Zhang Mei.

They opened their eyes in bewilderment, and the first sight was the two terrifying foes exuding overwhelming ferocity, their very glance making the victims' Soul Thorn ache.

And… standing before them, Wang Zhize, who controlled everything like a deity, alongside the ready‑to‑pounce, hungry‑looking Wang Zhitao.

Everything before them had utterly surpassed their comprehension.

Wang Zhize turned his head, giving them a glance tinged with complexity.

Some things cannot be hidden forever.

He did not explain immediately, but redirected his gaze to the two Shadow Guards now trapped like turtles in a jar, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"Welcome to the Wang Family's 'dining table.'"

The moment the words fell, he made no extra movement—just a thought.

Within the entire trap space, the power of the laws erupted instantly!

Countless black‑gold threads, invisible to the naked eye, materialized out of thin air, writhing like living things from all directions toward the woman and the hulking brute.

"No!"

The woman let out a harrowing scream, desperately activating her 'Void' law to erase herself conceptually. It was her strongest survival tactic; given even a sliver of opening, she could slip into Void and nullify any attack.

However, those threads seemed to ignore her law.

Wang Zhize's voice echoed through the space, cold and clear, as if reading a verdict.

"I define your 'existence' as not to be 'voided.'"

Words become law!

In terror, the woman realized her body was firmly locked in the material dimension; the black‑gold threads easily pierced her protective aura, binding her layer by layer like a rice dumpling. She could feel the link between her and the 'Void' law being forcibly severed by a more domineering force!

"Roar!"

On the other side, the hulking brute struggled madly. He ignited his core, pushing the 'Heavy Pressure' law to its limit, attempting to shatter the threads with absolute force.

"I twist; your 'Heavy Pressure' now acts upon yourself."

Wang Zhize's voice rang again, devoid of any emotion.

"Puff—"

The brute, as if struck by lightning, spewed a gush of fresh blood. He stared in disbelief at his own body, the terrifying gravity capable of crushing mountains now collapsing inward, crushing his flesh, bones, and Meridians!

"Crunch... Crunch..."

The sound of bones shattering rang densely, sending chills down the spine. The brute's body twisted in a grotesque pose; beneath his skin, vessels burst, and he seemed about to be compressed into a meat ball.

He tried to scream, but no sound escaped; his throat only produced a hoarse, wind‑box‑like "hoho".

Despair—pure, lightless despair—enveloped the two.

They finally understood what kind of monster they faced.

This was not a battle; it was execution.

And Wang Zhize was the sole... god who set all the rules.

"Brother, I'm starting!"

Wang Zhitao could wait no longer; he let out an ecstatic roar, transforming into a massive beast entwined with countless black‑gold runes, and leapt forward.

A gigantic black vortex, exuding an aura of devouring all, instantly engulfed the entire trap space.

"Ah—!"

The woman's scream abruptly ceased, replaced by an ultimate terror of a soul being torn and existence erased.

She could clearly "see" her mana, Soul, and even the fundamental law that constituted her existence being forcibly stripped and devoured by that horrific vortex.

This was neither death nor a return to Void.

It was a higher‑order concept of "consumption" that completely supplanted everything.

She became food.

The hulking brute met an equally tragic fate; under the dual forces of his own 'Heavy Pressure' and the outside 'Devouring', his body, tougher than gold and iron, crumbled inch by inch like rotten wood. Flesh, bone, Soul… everything was broken down in that terrifying vortex into the purest energy.

The two, in extreme agony and terror, could not endure even a single whole moment before being completely devoured by Wang Zhitao.

"Burp~"

Wang Zhitao reshaped into human form, satisfied, and let out a hearty burp.

The black‑gold runes flowing over his body became denser and deeper, even autonomously spawning new, intricate patterns. He closed his eyes, savoring them, feeling his comprehension of the 'Void' and 'Heavy Pressure' laws instantly reach an unfathomable height.

As if he were born to understand these things.

Simultaneously, two massive, tangled torrents of memories surged into Wang Zhize's Sea of Soul.

"Um..."

Wang Zhize let out a low hum, his complexion turning slightly pale.

Simultaneously digesting the complete memories of three "Calamity"-grade strongmen was also a considerable burden for him, but he endured the stabbing pain in his spirit and, at the fastest speed, filtered and organized this information.

This haul far exceeded his expectations.

"Shadow" organization…

The distribution map of all secret strongholds, from the periphery to the Core, was crystal clear.

The list of senior members, their codenames, abilities, and weaknesses was complete.

And… that lofty "Lord".

Its true identity, its ultimate goal.

"I see…"

Wang Zhize's gaze became profoundly deep.

"Lord"… is not human at all.

It is an ancient "artifact spirit" that exists in a unique life form.

Its true body is hidden deep within the imperial dragon vein, linked to the entire dynasty's qi flow.

It has schemed for millennia, stirring the world's storms and hunting countless strongmen, all to forge a legendary… "Eternal Life Dao Pill".

To forge this Dao Pill, besides massive heavenly materials, earthly treasures, and the essence of living beings, one crucial thing is also needed— the pill conduit.

The secret of the "pill conduit" is also clearly presented in this memory.

The moment he saw that secret, Wang Zhize's body involuntarily tensed.

It turned out they had been eyeing the Wang Family from the start.

Or rather, they had been targeting him—Wang Zhize.

While he digested the information, the embryonic Divine Realm was undergoing earth‑shattering changes.

Swallowing three "Calamity"-grade Shadow Guards equated to ingesting three fundamentally different powerful law origins. The Divine Realm's space expanded wildly, its barriers grew ever sturdier, and the internal flow of laws became smoother and more harmonious.

On the previously monotonous black‑gold earth, a faint hint of… vitality began to emerge.

A wisp of breeze brushed by, carrying a scent of rebirth.

"This… here…"

Li Hu and Zhang Mei had fully regained consciousness, shockingly feeling the surrounding space shift and the terrifying pressure emanating from their brother Wang Zhize that nearly forced them to kneel.

The blood‑soaked, brutal scene moments ago was still deeply etched in their minds.

Eat… eat people?

No, it ate two god‑like monsters!

Their worldview was repeatedly shattered, reshaped, and shattered again within a short span.

"Zhize…" Li Hu struggled to speak, looking at his brother who had grown up with him since childhood, suddenly feeling utterly unfamiliar.

Wang Zhize reined in his aura, and the pressure within the Divine Realm vanished instantly.

He turned, seeing the mixed shock, bewilderment, and a hint of fear on his two friends' faces, and let out a soft sigh.

He stepped before them, without explaining those unfathomably abstruse laws and the Divine Realm, and calmly asked a single question.

"Do you believe in me?"

Li Hu and Zhang Mei exchanged glances and nodded without hesitation.

"Believe!"

No matter what Wang Zhize became, he was still the brother who saved their lives in the critical moment.

"That's good."

Wang Zhize said no more; some truths, if told now, would bring them no benefit and would only become a heavy burden.

He lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the Divine Realm's barriers, looking toward the distant imperial capital.

In those jet‑black eyes flickered an unprecedentedly cold, sharp light.

He whispered to the Wang Zhitao beside him:

"Xiao Tao, we already have enough 'information' and 'strength'."

"The appetizer is finished; it's time to taste the real main course."

"It's time for the 'Shadow' organization and that 'Lord' to pay the price."