Chapter 283: Spirit-Driving Dead Zone

Xisi silently watches the world beneath his feet, a world made entirely of pristine glass.

The Secret Cult members have already vanished without a trace; the whole world contains only boundless glass and a deathly silence.

Even the distant star that should exist is gone; when Xisi looks up now, its silhouette is completely absent.

At the very center of the system lies a black dwarf star that has been dead and silent for an unfathomable length of time, not even a white dwarf.

In this world, apart from the Divine Light on his own body, even the starlight of the galaxy overhead appears feeble.

The dazzling vitality one sees when looking up at a normal planet's sky here feels merely a lifeless background.

Even while in this world, Xisi can feel the Subspace power within him being heavily repelled, even suppressed!

"Spirit-Driving Dead Zone?"

Xisi hesitated hardly at all and thought of the only place in the galaxy that could achieve this.

It is the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone created by the Silent King using ancient Dead Spirits technology that can be called a miracle.

Within this dead zone, besides simply suppressing Subspace, he can even push the Eye of Fear back down again.

There is also a small side effect for the soul races besides the Dead Spirits.

All soul races, when inside the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone, will have their souls expelled, becoming mindless walking corpses.

This is why Kiriman insists on battling the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone.

When the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone is completed, Subspace will be finished, and humanity and all sentient races will be finished as well!

After confirming the void he stands in, Xisi couldn't help glancing again at where the Secret Cult members had stood.

Because Xisi knows this is a small warning from the Secret Cult that they are not his friends.

Without the Emperor or Longlin Star, they can still send Xisi back to the original timeline.

Although Xisi doesn't fully trust that the Secret Cult can repeatedly pull off such feats with ease, it also proves the Secret Cult isn't just a bunch of back‑stage junk.

After all these years of operation, if a real fight broke out, the Secret Cult truly has the power to make Xisi, even the Seven Gods, drink a cup.

And Xisi, having grasped the Secret Cult's methods, finally set his gaze on the present.

"The final outcome of the Terra Siege is still unknown for now."

"I have to first find a way to contact the nearest human world."

"And..."

Xisi said while looking down at the endless glass beneath his feet, his face gradually turning strange:

"And I keep feeling that this place is very familiar to me?"

Xisi is certain he has never been to a world made entirely of glass, nor has he ever lingered in a system with a completely dead black dwarf star.

Yet for some unknown reason, looking at the world below, Xisi cannot shake a vague sense of familiarity.

Curious, Xisi glanced at the ground below, then without further delay, he accelerated the Divine Light upward and tried to view the surrounding world with his naked eyes.

He wanted to see if any traces of civilization activity existed.

As Xisi rose, the golden‑green blazing sun was slowly reflected by the glass below, scattering a vast blaze.

He didn't ascend too high; he stopped while still in low Earth Orbit.

At the same time, watching the surrounding deathly silence, he helplessly stretched his hands left and right, watching the violently fluctuating Divine Light above.

"In the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone, the Divine Power consumption is several times that outside!"

Xisi was speechless, but he had no time to pity his Divine Power; he looked up around, searching for other signs of human activity, when a faint intermittent sound suddenly came.

Xisi frowned toward the direction the sound originated.

He listened carefully, then suddenly activated the Divine Sun and flew toward the target.

"There are my followers here?"

The sound Xisi heard was not a true voice, but a prayer that could barely be transmitted even within the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone.

Whether it was the follower's steadfast faith or Xisi's proximity, Xisi somehow received his follower's prayer.

Soon, as Xisi reached the destination.

Looking at a Battle Nun, a fire lizard, and a few refugees protected by a low‑rank State Church Priest beneath his feet, Xisi hovered above them.

The Battle Nun, kneeling devoutly on the ground holding a statue of Xisi made of iron and praying, stared in amazement at Xisi above.

Then Xisi watched the Battle Nun's increasingly fervent prayer, while the fire lizard eyed him with doubt, silently shielding the refugees behind itself.

"Sakan, what's with this attitude?"

"How dare you disrespect the Head Saint?!"

The Battle Nun, looking at the helmet‑less, black‑faced fire lizard beside her, couldn't help feeling irritated.

Sakan did not look at the Battle Nun, only at Xisi above, and silently raised his Explosive Gun a little.

"Danika, I need to take responsibility for them."

The Battle Nun named Danika looked at the mortals silently protected behind Sakan.

An ugly expression instantly flashed across her face.

Because from any angle, Danika felt these mortals were merely burdens on a chaotic battlefield.

Before Danika could speak, a light slowly illuminated from above her.

Bathed in that light, Danika's soul, tormented by the Spirit-Driving Dead Zone, finally felt long‑lost warmth amid the endless dead silence and cold.

Danika turned back and saw the saint she had prayed to countless times, appearing calmly before her eyes.

Xisi, seeing Danika's shocked face and Sakan's direct raise of the Explosive Gun, which fully blocked himself between the refugees and Danika, showed no anger.

He merely suppressed the 'fate' in his heart, looked at Sakan with friendly, even approving, eyes.

"You did well."

Without a pat on the shoulder, Xisi simply nodded at Sakan, then lightly waved his hand; while Sakan stared in shock, Xisi slipped past the controlled Sakan and moved to the refugees in front.

Then, under Sakan's tense gaze, Xisi pulled from his coat a cherry brought from the Terra Siege.

Then the bright‑red, juicy cherries were handed to the refugee child just like that.

When he saw the child eat them without any problem, a crescent formed at the corner of his eye; Xisi also lifted his control over Sakan, and Sakan's wariness toward Xisi finally eased considerably.

Then, seeing Danika already on her knees, Sakan, after a brief silence, knelt on one knee before Xisi and bowed his head.

"First Saint… Sir."

Xisi did not refuse; after all, so many had saluted him that he had become numb.

He only, after confirming that Sakan had temporarily dropped his hostility, asked the question he cared about most.

Pointing at his feet, Xisi asked curiously:

"Where is this?"

Xisi was genuinely curious why he felt a sense of familiarity, for he was certain he had never been to the Exorcising Death Realm.

As Xisi asked, Sakan and Danika exchanged a glance, and then it was Danika who, with a rather complex expression tinged with a hint of resentment and sorrow, silently looked at Xisi:

"Your holy land, Sir."

"This is your holy land world."

"Alert Star!"

Alert Star? Spirit‑Driving Death Realm?!

The Spirit‑Driving Death Realm has even been tainted by Dead Spirits up to the Alert Star?

Xisi silently widened his eyes, watching Danika, whose face was full of grief and anger for failing to guard the Alert Star, at his feet.

After a brief pause, Xisi instantly turned his gaze toward the direction of the Secret Cult.

Xisi finally comprehended at last.

This is what the Secret Cult truly gave him......

Warning!