Chapter 759: Oh No, Oh No, It

"You think you're fooling the dead? Such a massive Void Law is written all over your face, and you still dare say you're not the Void Will?" The Huang Tong Book blared Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si's sarcastic remark—did they really think everyone was stupid?

A tendril of energy extended from the edge of the giant coffin, rubbed against the mark ahead, and erased it.

This clumsy attempt at deception made everyone burst out laughing; the giant coffin itself felt the act was forced, and sighed helplessly: "I really am not the Void Will. Let's talk this through calmly."

Seeing Ange's actions did not pause or slow because of the coffin's words—he continued at the same steady rhythm. Only the Huang Tong Book spoke: "What's there to talk about? You think erasing the mark makes you not the Void Will? If you aren't, why did you run?"

The coffin whined: "I ran not because of that, but because the Undead Dominator was trying to chop me up."

"Heh. If you're not the Void Will, then who are you?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked dismissively.

The coffin fell silent for a moment—then the Little Demon King lashed out with a red lightning whip, striking its surface and blasting off a small chunk.

Perhaps the red lightning reminded it; it quickly replied: "I am the Law Stele of Myriad Realms. Like you, you can call me Fa Mo Bi Si."

"Fa Mo Bi Si?" A few among Xing Huo and the Little Demon King's group of Ancient Gods involuntarily gasped softly—they seemed to have heard the name before.

But Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si asked in surprise: "Like me? How am I like you? My name is Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge—there isn't a single character in common with yours."

"Uh, I mean—you're a book, I'm a stele—we're all the same," Fa Mo Bi Si explained.

"Pfft—I'm not a book at all! But you're a stele? You're not a coffin?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si exclaimed.

Fa Mo Bi Si instantly flew into rage: "You're blind! This is a stele, a stele! What coffin? Can't you even recognize a coffin? You're the coffin! Your whole family are coffins!"

Hearing this, everyone perked up immediately—Seeing Ange pulled out his lightning at once: "Insult it."

Lightning, long accustomed to such reinforcements, instantly slipped into character, glanced sideways, and sneered:

"Oh my, where did this coffin come from? Do you carry all your ancestors inside and parade them around? What a peculiar hobby! Open it up so we can pay our respects—maybe even bow to them?"

After finishing, Lightning paused to ask: "What's going on?"

Lightning didn't actually understand the situation—but that didn't stop its performance. After all, insulting didn't require curses; a cutting tone, a disdainful gaze, a scornful attitude—even praising words could drive someone to fury.

For example, if you exaggerated to a woman: "Oh my, you look so small."

If you stared at her face while saying it, she'd be delighted; if you stared at her chest, she might explode; if you stared at a man's crotch, you'd get the same result.

Lightning had evolved to the point where even ambiguous words could make you furious—let alone when it just happened to hit the target's explosive point.

Fa Mo Bi Si roared: "You're the coffin! Your whole family are coffins! Are you blind?!"

"Even if I were blind, I could tell you're a coffin—you've got sharp edges, what else could you be? I just don't know who's buried inside you! $%&(*%$#%&$&%((*&$*#&*#……" Lightning stretched its neck and launched into a torrent, ready to rant for three days and three nights.

The best course here was to mute Lightning's voice—but Fa Mo Bi Si had never been insulted like this before, had no experience, and soon became so enraged its movements twisted out of shape.

The Little Angel seized the chance, thrusting the Archangel's Staff forward while flaring its three pairs of wings wide.

Behind the Little Angel, the Light of Creation immediately clapped its hands together, summoning a brilliant glow—a colossal beam of light blasted straight onto Fa Mo Bi Si.

Even the Little Angel knew how to wait for an opening—oh no, oh no, it's no longer pure.

The beam blasted Fa Mo Bi Si for three full seconds, forcing it to twist its body, spreading its surface area to reduce the damage.

From the back of the Ancient Dragon, a skeletal figure shot upward, swinging its long whip with all its might.

Crack! The giant coffin split open with a massive gash, revealing more marks beneath.

Under the Little Demon King's lead, all the Ancient Gods surged forward—binding, grappling, piling on—overwhelming Fa Mo Bi Si and dragging it to Seeing Ange's feet.

The King suddenly said: "I'm starting to believe he's not the Void Will."

Hearing this, Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si fluttered his pages over and asked: "Why say that?"

"Intuition," said the King.

"Pfft. That's not intuition—that's you stealing the Seer's Power," Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si snapped.

"Huh? Really? Can vague hunches count as Seer's Power? Is Seer's Power really that weak? I always thought my intuition had gotten better than a witch's!" The King said, as if struck by sudden realization.

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si grumbled: "You're pretending to be stupid again, you old immortal. You've changed too."

Nowadays, everyone was getting sneakier—always pretending to be clueless. With the King's power, how could he not know what Seer's Power did?

The King acted as if he hadn't heard, walking straight toward Seeing Ange's position to study Fa Mo Bi Si.

"It really is a stele—double-layered at that. The outer layer's just a shell; the real body's inside. You're strange—why put on a shell? And why make it look like Void Law?"

Fa Mo Bi Si spoke with a tone near tears: "Void Law is the universal symbol of the Void—neither the Big Mouth nor the Dark Origin would attack something marked with Void Law. Who knew I'd run straight into you? Even if I'd met you, you couldn't catch me—but I never expected to meet the Time Origin."

As he spoke, Fa Mo Bi Si turned his gaze toward Seeing Ange.

"Time Origin? You mean him?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si gestured toward Seeing Ange.

"Yes. The Time Origin Ancient Dragon—you're supposed to be dead," Fa Mo Bi Si asked.

The Ancient Dragon, Seeing Ange's form, tilted its head, about to speak—but Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si pressed it down: "I'll handle it, I'll handle it."

"Who told you the Ancient Dragon died? Were you tricked?" Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si feigned disbelief—this fool didn't even know whether the Ancient Dragon was dead or not. Such a perfect opportunity? Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si would absolutely take advantage.

Fa Mo Bi Si fell silent for a long while, then reluctantly said: "The Void Will told me."

Lord Lord Lord Nai Ge Li Si chuckled: "You believe the Void Will? So even though you're not the Void Will, you're still connected to it, right?"

Fa Mo Bi Si fell silent again, as if wrestling internally. Finally, he gazed deeply at Seeing Ange once more, then spoke as if making a decision:

"I don't believe the Void Will's words—I simply had no choice. I am the Law Stele of Myriad Realms. I can inscribe Void Law, and I can inscribe Space-Time Law. Time Origin, can you inscribe Space-Time Law? Can you revive the Eternal Divine Light and the Myriad Realms Divine Tree?"