"Your changes are beyond my imagination. Don't move! Step down slowly, and try to control your strength!"

The director of the Giant Image wiped his sweat:

"If you step down as you just did, the building will collapse!"

He carefully guided Chen Xiang to familiarize himself with his suddenly overwhelming power. Chen Xiang cautiously placed his foot down, trying to be as light as possible, but the building still shook violently, tilting even more.

"Don't, don't, don't!"

The director became a bit frantic:

"Even lighter! Your pure physique is now enough to battle a saint; be as gentle as you can!"

He was genuinely worried that Chen Xiang might collapse the building with a single step. A saint's strike could easily evaporate a skyscraper.

After pondering for a moment, the director gathered divine energy and barely lifted Chen Xiang:

"This won't do; you need to find a place to familiarize yourself with your strength. Come, I'll take you outside the city!"

He tore through the void with Chen Xiang and entered the Spirit Realm, landing on a remote island hundreds of miles away.

As Chen Xiang touched the ground, the area within a hundred meters erupted.

"Grandpa Wang, I really can't control myself."

"It's okay, take your time, take your time."

The director wiped his sweat, feeling astonished; the child's growth was frighteningly extraordinary, completely defying logic!

According to initial estimates, after the ritual, his pure physique should have been comparable to that of a sage who walked the old path,

but in reality, he was almost on par with the Celestial Envoys of the old days!

Not much different from himself!

"Why is this happening?"

The director circled around Chen Xiang, frowning in deep thought:

"Could it be related to the recent upheaval?"

"Grandpa Wang, what exactly happened just now?" Chen Xiang asked curiously, feeling a stirring in his heart.

The director frowned and shook his head, pondering for a while before saying:

"Indeed, it should be so. When you underwent the ritual, the Spirit Realm experienced changes along with the other eight dimensions, and the legendary Lord of Pure White emerged!"

"Lord of Pure White?"

"Exactly, the one who oversees the Lost Hours among the thirteen Keepers. This is strange because the Lord of Pure White had supposedly fallen, yet the vast expanse of pure white mist can't be fake."

After a pause, the director patiently explained:

"The ritual harnessed the power of the Lord of Pure White. The pure white mist you saw during the ritual is the hallmark of the Lord of Pure White. I suspect that the ritual triggered something, causing the missing Lord of Pure White to appear!"

Chen Xiang's expression became slightly odd as he realized he was misunderstood.

However, that vast expanse of pure white mist?

The director continued:

"When the Lord of Pure White manifested, it overlapped with the nine dimensions and possibly even the subspace. At that moment, you also overlapped with the nine dimensions, likely appearing within the pure white mist!"

He spoke with growing excitement, certain:

"Yes, that must be it! Then, coincidentally, the blood of the Outer Gods rained down upon the pure white mist, and some of that blood must have landed on you!"

Chen Xiang's heart stirred:

"Outer Gods? Grandpa Wang, what exactly happened?"

"I don't know either."

The director slightly shook his head:

"It seems the nine Outer Gods attacked the Lord of Pure White, but then a massive change occurred—a terrifying meteorite from nowhere shattered one of the Outer Gods' hands, and divine blood fell like rain."

He sighed, feeling contemplative:

"If I'm not mistaken, you probably benefitted from this, bathing in some genuine, life-infused Outer God blood. You should be grateful you didn't perish."

As he spoke, the director couldn't help but sigh:

"It's a pity; the true limit of a physique before becoming extraordinary is the pinnacle of the old sages, nearly reaching the inhuman level of the old angels. If it weren't for those limits, I suspect that bathing in Outer God blood would have given you strength far beyond what you have now."

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Chen Xiang nodded, a peculiar expression on his face, slightly squinting.

Indeed, he could feel the power within him far exceeded this, but that immense force lay buried deep, manifesting more as a kind of ‘foundation' than direct expression.

The director said at this moment:

"Try to familiarize yourself with your strength. This is an uninhabited island; unleash yourself without any concerns."

Chen Xiang snapped back to attention, nodded slightly, and no longer suppressed his strength, taking a deep breath.

A fierce wind erupted on the island, sand and stones flying everywhere.

He stomped heavily, the earth suddenly cracking, and under the explosive force, the broken ground surged in waves, extending hundreds of meters outward!

Chen Xiang completely unleashed himself, imposing no restrictions. He ran, accompanied by booming sonic booms, dashing from the leftmost edge of the island to the rightmost,

and back again, gradually familiarizing himself with his power through the repeated runs.

The island stretched about ten kilometers from left to right, and at Chen Xiang's current speed, ten kilometers only took ten seconds.

In one minute, he could run back and forth three times.

As the wind roared and sonic booms rolled, when Chen Xiang had run back and forth for about the seventy-fourth time, the entire island trembled violently,

then, to Chen Xiang's astonished gaze, the island split in two along the path of his dashes.

Tremendous waves crashed against the shore with a thunderous roar.

"This is not your full strength. Your physique is equivalent to the saints of the old path, and it's among the very top. Continue to try, keep pushing!"

The director's expression was serious:

"Moreover, after the ritual, you should possess some dimensional traits. Have you noticed?"

"I have, but not completely," Chen Xiang softly replied. "I can sense that I can borrow a portion of power from the various dimensions, but it's very weak, very small. The degree of borrowing should depend on my soul origin?"

He speculated:

"Although my physique has skyrocketed, my soul origin seems unchanged."

"Normal; after all, you haven't truly stepped into the extraordinary realm, and your soul origin hasn't been enhanced. What has surged is just your physical quality."

Chen Xiang nodded thoughtfully, then took a deep breath, focusing on the essence of the power within him, activating the Giant Image Technique!

He began to expand.

Three meters, four meters, five meters!!

Ten meters, fifteen meters, twenty meters!

He continued to grow, transforming in the blink of an eye into a true giant over forty meters tall!!

Chen Xiang let out a roar, his voice booming like thunder, causing the fragments of the island to tremble!

"Not yet finished!"

He attempted to sense the nine dimensions through the vague connections.

"Spirit Realm!"

Starlight wove a sheer veil around his body.

"Abyss!"

Pure chaotic breath enveloped the giant, making him appear unfathomably deep. The director of the Giant Image stared at him, feeling as if he was gazing into a vast abyss, an involuntary fear rising in his heart!

"Hell!"

A dark, shadowy arm grew from the left side of the giant.

"Void!"

A second arm also emerged from the left, indistinct, sometimes real and sometimes illusory, appearing dreamlike under the starry power of the Spirit Realm.

"Deep Red! Origin!"

Two arms, entwined with intense light and pure elemental fire, sprouted from his right side.

"Shadow!"

A layer of pure shadow enveloped him, becoming increasingly indistinct while ultimate darkness spread.

"Knowledge! Loss!"

The giant's shoulders swelled, two heads sprouting forth—one radiating wisdom, whispering forbidden knowledge, the other with a faint presence, seemingly there but subconsciously forgotten and overlooked!

"I'm truly no longer human."

The giant, with three heads and six arms, whispered, as the director watched in a daze, rubbing his eyes repeatedly.

He was utterly stunned.

"My power…"

The three heads spoke simultaneously, a mix of forbidden whispers and the essence of loss.

Chen Xiang raised all six arms and then struck down!

The four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water surged violently, tearing the void, and a dreadful aura spread; this half of the island shook, trembled, and shattered.

With one powerful strike, the peninsula sank.

Tremendous waves surged, the three-headed, six-armed giant half-submerged in the sea, half-emerging, shadows spreading, starlight intertwining, resembling both god and demon.

"What is this…"

The director floated in midair, muttering in a daze, realizing for the first time that the situation had gone beyond his control:

"This is… the power of the celestial angel level!"

He suddenly felt regret, wishing to make Chen Xiang his true successor.

This child is only eighteen, right?

Even if he couldn't step into the extraordinary, he still rivaled the Celestial Envoys under full liberation!

But he glanced at the 84,000 crows circling above the Great City and ultimately said nothing.

It was too late.

Everything was far too late.

Yet in the face of divinity, all was worthwhile!

The director gazed at the terrifying giant with intertwined traits and softly said:

"Child, uniting the Outer Three Circles is entrusted to you. I thank you on behalf of all the people of the Outer Three Circles."

"It's what I should do."

The giant smiled, slowly reverting to his original form, completely unclothed.

Chen Xiang communicated with the Spirit Realm, summoning starlight to weave a garment to cover himself, then said to the director:

"Grandpa Wang, let's go back."

The director silently nodded, tearing through the void to return to the Great City, leaving behind the half of the island on the verge of collapse.

……………

After returning to the Great City, Chen Xiang didn't linger in the Sixth Circle; after greeting the director, he left on his own.

"I'll start organizing the Outer Three Circles tomorrow and plan to meet with the three heads of the Ninth Circle."

"Prioritize stability."

"I understand."

Taking the floating vehicle back to the Eighth Circle, Chen Xiang didn't head straight to the villa but quietly walked along the street.

The flood had receded, and the streets were in disarray, with the occasional sighting of homeless people.

Chen Xiang sighed.

Walking into a deep alley,

the skin on his forehead writhed, and the third eye opened, gazing at the sky, looking at the 84,000 crows.

Relevant information flooded his vision.

【Death Birds, extraordinary beings woven from straw, possess the ability of death omens, have crimson eyes of death, and the power to transform into wind.】

【Production method: Skin a common crow, fill it with straw, inject the source of fear, and conduct the full moon ritual.】

【Source of Fear production method: Use a forbidden body to retain related terrifying legends, and proceed to…】

【Becoming Forbidden method: During divine descent.】

The Eye of the Thinker works this way, infinitely expanding; therefore, no matter what it gazes upon, it is bombarded with a wealth of information.

Chen Xiang swiftly pinpointed the key amid the chaotic information.

【Master: Scarecrow - Original Fear.】

Chen Xiang's scalp went numb.

Original Fear—

That legendary entity, ranked fifth among the forbidden!

Silly Girl was taken by Original Fear?

Why??

Chen Xiang couldn't comprehend.

He suppressed his shock and chaotic thoughts, closed the Eye of the Thinker, and walked toward the villa.

*"Creak~"*

Pushing open the luxurious wooden door, Chen Xiang silently entered, and at first glance, he saw Lu Saleng in the spacious living room.

At the second glance, he noticed a tall figure shrouded in black mist, wielding a scythe, standing before Lu Saleng.

Both beings turned their attention to him simultaneously.