CHAPTER 463: CHAPTER 463: WHY IS YOUR HEAD SO POINTY?

At this thought, Zhu Haomiao suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.

The next second, following his will, the surging spiritual energy condensed out of nowhere, once again manifesting as a magnificent treasure sword.

But this time, Zhu Haomiao did not shoot it out; instead, he combined it with another Divine Authority.

[Shattered Moon] + [Absolute Shadow]!

Raising his eyes and sweeping a glance, the sword moved with his thoughts, and the treasure sword suspended beside him disappeared without a trace, appearing instantly in the woods outside the "sleeping tomb."

With a flash of cold light, a tree as thick as a barrel slowly fell, and the mysterious treasure sword vanished in an instant, the next second appearing directly beside the black-clad youth underground.

Gazing at the softly floating treasure sword before him, Zhu Haomiao curved his lips with satisfaction.

[Gale Force] plus [Flying Radiance Skill], agile type of long-range attack warrior.

With the enhancement of [Void Refining God and Returning to Truth Technique], strengthening [Essence] [Qi] [Spirit], endurance vastly increased, my [Crown·Bow] is virtually well-deserved!

Next...

Raising a finger, gently caressing the blade, Zhu Haomiao nodded thoughtfully.

Careful observation reveals that this sword is not a solid entity, with a relatively fragile energy structure that needs [Heavenly Gang Power] to consolidate and solidify it.

Moreover, the sharpness is insufficient and requires [Armor Breaking Power] to bestow it with indestructible penetration...

Pressing his finger forcefully against the blade, looking at the faint line of blood, Zhu Haomiao let out a helpless sigh.

There’s still a long way to go to reach the Complete Body state...

With a thought, the treasure sword beside him dematerialized and dissipated into the air, Zhu Haomiao glanced at the golden [Dragon Emblem] on his chest, where a shimmering white jade small dish quietly emerged.

Then, the rudimentary golden runes slowly solidified in the center of the jade dish, layers of translucent spiritual energy petals grew and spread beside the jade dish, finally closing in to wrap it, resembling a budding water lily sinking into the void, leaving only faint ripples of time and space.

Infusing the next Basic Force into the [Creation Jade Disk] for growth and development, the black-clad youth took big strides toward the bronze gate.

At this moment, a tiny white head poked out from the pouch at his waist, expertly climbing up his clothes to sit on its exclusive "throne" on his head.

"Huh? Shuishui, why is your head pointy?"

His brisk pace halted abruptly, Zhu Haomiao grabbed the dead rat from his head, just about to curse when his expression froze.

Reaching slowly upwards with his other hand, his fingertips encountered an unfamiliar sensation never felt before.

Cold, sharp, pointed, like two small horns!

Instinctively, he tugged at them, only to feel his entire head being pulled down, even sensing every bit of force from the horns as if they were naturally growing on his head!

What the hell is this stuff?

Finding an ornate full-length mirror in the room, Zhu Haomiao stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in the mirror, falling into deep silence.

On his handsome, somewhat demonic head, there was indeed a pair of horns spiraling upwards.

Not an illusion or an energy condensation, but real and substantial organs!

Oh no!

The little horns have exposed black horns!

A whimsical thought flitted through his mind, Zhu Haomiao shook his head, approaching the mirror to examine the alien objects on his head closely.

The dark little horns glistened with a metallic luster, their surface covered in a spiraling pattern, which exuded an aura of malevolent mystery yet carried a hint of deep, solemn majesty.

And in the supernatural Spiritual Vision, those spiraling patterns appeared to be composed of wriggling, tadpole-like twisting runes, flickering in and out of existence.

After pondering for several seconds, Zhu Haomiao had a vague realization.

It seems... like a sort of conceptual, authoritative, or positional physical symbol.

The key is, does this thing originate from the [Book of Black]?

Or from this world?

If it’s the former, it signifies the alienation of my soul, where both spirit and flesh are transforming towards a [Non-human] form...

With worry etched between his eyebrows, Zhu Haomiao contemplated for a long while before finally using the gray-white threads of [Sloth] to envelop the two horns, rendering them invisible.

Concealing the anomaly on his head, the black-clad youth left the "sleeping tomb," heading along the road to where a low-profile luxury black sedan had long awaited him.

Wearing white gloves and a well-pressed suit, Wilson opened the backseat door, courteously ushering Zhu Haomiao inside.

"To the Yin Yang Pavilion."

"Yes, my lord."

The car drove smoothly along the road, stopping at a place approximately one street away from the Yin Yang Pavilion.

Getting out of the car, Zhu Haomiao, with a distracted mind, walked towards the Yin Yang Pavilion, his mind swirling with thoughts until he shook his head vigorously.

Don’t panic, maybe it’s due to the [Crown]!

Maybe Amaterasu, Gabriel, and the others have pointy heads too...

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Haomiao comforted himself, just as he prepared to seek some reserves, when he suddenly spotted a familiar figure standing outside the suspension bridge of the moat, looking at him.

"Amaterasu!"

Greeting warmly, Zhu Haomiao’s gaze swept over the top of Amaterasu’s head, and his heart turned cold halfway.

Why is her head round?

Why does she not have little black horns?!

Brief resentment flashed by, and the next moment, Zhu Haomiao noticed Amaterasu’s cold eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Uh? What’s up with you?"

Without any response, Amaterasu waved a hand, drawing boundless earth vein energy from the Yin Yang Pavilion behind her, releasing a visible ripple.

Where the ripple passed, all things lost color, turning dim, the entire world fell silent, all living things vanished without a trace, leaving only deathly stillness.

In an instant, the barrier extended infinitely outward, beyond the horizon, and Zhu Haomiao, with a frozen gaze, surveyed the surroundings as three figures, with energy as vast as abyssal seas, emerged one by one to surround him.

Gabriel, Thor, Athena...

Sensing the same aloof and merciless killing intent from them, Zhu Haomiao was utterly baffled.

What’s going on?

Did they find out I suggested we first take down Thor four against one?

No way!

Even if they knew, they wouldn’t team up against me so decisively, would they?

What about their divine pride?

"Um... everyone, I think there might be some misunderstanding here?"

Forcing a laugh, Zhu Haomiao desperately tried to explain, only to receive four cold, ruthless gazes in return.

"Uh, I just remembered I haven’t fed my mouse at home, you all can continue, don’t mind me, I’ll just leave first~"

Before the black-clad youth could move a step, layers upon layers of Divine Power sealed off every inch of space for hundreds of meters around him like an iron wall.

"......"

"This, this isn’t right, is it?"

"Is someone trying to set me up today?"

"Amaterasu, are you the one framing me?"

Watching as the divine nature of the four compressed layer by layer, the air around becoming more suffocating and dense, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips helplessly.