"The oldest human custom—when a person dies, what must be done is called a funeral."
Emperor God spoke each word slowly. At this moment, Isabelle Frost was enveloped in a black-green glow. Above her head, the last remnants of the black island that had just trapped her crumbled into dust and vanished.
There was not a trace of emotion in Isabelle Frost’s eyes. The aura she radiated—even from a distance—sent a chill down my spine.
"It seems this instinct can’t be used at will."
Emperor God spoke, while Isabelle Frost remained silent. Suddenly, with a roar, the Inferno Dragon appeared behind her.
"Water Burial..."
With a guttural sound, I saw bubbles rise around the Inferno Dragon. Before I could make out what was happening, water completely enveloped the dragon. Struggling in the water, its body rapidly dissolved.
"It truly is a troublesome instinct. In that case, I’ll answer you with absolute power, little girl."
In an instant, Isabelle Frost appeared before Emperor God, pressing a hand to his chest.
"Wind Burial..."
With a crack, Emperor God’s body was instantly shredded by chaotic currents. Isabelle Frost waved her hand, and I saw ripples appear in the air.
Then I heard a massive creaking noise. Isabelle Frost kept her hand raised as the space around her began to twist and distort.
The situation was confusing—Emperor God did not reappear, nor did Isabelle Frost make any further moves. The space around her kept distorting, and I noticed these distortions seemed to have a purpose.
"It looks like Little Yi has completely sealed Emperor God in her domain, refusing to let her escape. You all can begin now."
Ghost Painting Book Immortal spoke, and James Grant nodded immediately, looking at me. I opened the Shadow Realm, and on the screen, the distortions continued; Emperor God still did not appear.
"Wait a moment. Something’s off."
James Grant spoke. Just as I opened the Shadow Realm, my eyes widened—a fierce current swept into my domain, and then, in the pavilion, Sylvia Yan appeared.
"What are you planning to do?"
James Grant immediately shouted. All of us watched Sylvia Yan on high alert as she silently sat down.
"I don’t intend to do anything. Only here can I clearly witness such a fierce battle up close."
"So, we don’t need to waste energy dealing with you? Can I confirm that?"
Ray Lin walked over and looked at Sylvia Yan. She didn’t nod, just swept her gaze over us.
"Not for now. After all, I’ve always opposed it."
I couldn’t make sense of Sylvia Yan’s behavior. She should have been aligned with the other two creators, but her actions were baffling.
"That girl’s instinct is fascinating. She’s using her power to destroy all the Yin energy around her, while Emperor God’s consciousness can’t escape. If it appears, it’ll be mercilessly shredded. The three of us can’t move without Yin energy, and that girl saw right through it."
At this moment, I noticed the only change was the black eye on Isabelle Frost’s forehead, spinning rapidly. She herself remained as icy as ever, floating silently in the air.
Unnoticed, the sunlight overhead had already vanished.
Night had fallen, but on the screen, everything was still visible—Emperor God had yet to reappear.
"As a fellow creator, aren’t you going to help out?"
Ray Lin asked tentatively. This was everyone’s biggest concern—if Sylvia Yan or Phantom Sage intervened, Isabelle Frost would be overwhelmingly disadvantaged.
"If he can’t solve such a minor problem, he’s not fit to be a creator. That girl won’t last much longer."
The moment Sylvia Yan finished speaking, golden beams of light pierced Isabelle Frost’s body. With the light, Emperor God appeared before her, his face cold and indifferent.
"Little girl, even if you came up with such an excellent method, it’s impossible to defeat me."
Isabelle Frost clutched her chest, her face twisted in anger. The eye on her forehead bulged, and she gritted her teeth, crossing her arms as if enduring something.
"Though you managed to avoid some of it, your seven Ghost Gates have been completely destroyed."
Emperor God spoke, raising one hand. Instantly, those golden beams crossed and shot toward Isabelle Frost again.
"Earth Burial..."
With a thunderous crash, patches of yellow earth appeared around Isabelle Frost. The golden beams struck the earth and exploded.
"Do you want to keep going? You’ll die."
Emperor God said coldly, raising his hand. Instantly, golden arrows appeared around him, raining down on Isabelle Frost.
Petals of the Red Spider Lily danced in the air, forming a barrier in front of Isabelle Frost. Explosions rang out as she retreated, and Emperor God instantly appeared behind her.
"This is what I’ve been waiting for. It’s called the gap in experience. Little girl, you did well, but it’s over now."
Six golden beams crossed through Isabelle Frost’s body. Her large eyes widened in shock and she screamed.
My heart skipped a beat, and I swallowed hard.
"It’s over. For ghosts, if all thirteen Ghost Gates are destroyed, it’s the same as being crippled. The Ghost Soul might still create ghost aura for fighting, but using techniques is impossible. Instinct also becomes extremely unstable, unable to connect with the Ghost Soul."
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I couldn’t believe what was happening before my eyes. Isabelle Frost was like a leaf in the wind, still holding on but blood kept spilling from her lips. Her ghost aura was growing increasingly unstable.
"It looks like your plan is failing. The attack has begun, but haven’t you noticed? Especially you, Grant Jiang."
In an instant, Grant Jiang’s eyes widened. With a wave of his hand, another pale blue spire appeared beside Isabelle Frost’s scene. But this time, it was quiet—nothing was there.
"Take a good look at the surface of the tower."
In an instant, we were all stunned. On the surface of the tower, members of Crimson Night lay dead, their bodies pierced and hanging, packed tightly together. Higher up, a few were barely alive.
"The cadres you were so proud of have all been wiped out by Phantom Sage. Grant Jiang, you once said that man can conquer heaven—even if we created you, your future would be your own. That’s why you rebelled, why you fought against the world’s injustice. But now, my answer remains the same as before."
Sylvia Yan spoke, pointing a finger at Grant Jiang.
"Because we are creators, no matter how hard you try, you cannot defy us. No matter how strong an ant is, it’s still an ant. This truth is irreversible."
In an instant, Grant Jiang’s face turned pale, so different from his previous confidence. He slowly bent down, knelt on the ground, clenched his fists, and wept bitterly.
"All these years, what have I been fighting for? What was it all for...?"
"Because there is love in the heart, there are tears. Because there is love in the heart, there are smiles. Whether this world brings smiles or tears, we created it. You..."
"That’s not quite right, you know."
At that moment, a familiar voice came from the apartment building above—it was John Chou. My eyes widened as a streak of red light appeared. Dressed in a black suit, John Chou floated over with a half-smile.
"It’s not that you can’t resist, it’s just the wrong method. Do you really think these three fake guys are so strong? It’s just the wrong method."
"John Chou, you..."
John Chou smiled, ignored me, and walked up to Grant Jiang, extending his hand.
"Alright, please take me over there. After all, I can only exist in this world for less than a minute."
Grant Jiang stared at John Chou. At that moment, John Chou pulled out a green gem from his hand.
"Because there is love, there is hope."
Grant Jiang hurriedly grabbed the green gem, sobbing, his eyes wide as tears streamed down.
"Hurry, take me over."
I quickly opened the ghost domain. John Chou pulled Grant Jiang and moved out. I hurriedly looked at the screen.
"It’s over, little girl. None of this is something you can resist."
Suddenly, Emperor God flew toward Isabelle Frost, raising a golden sword in his hand.
"Ah, you really are still so clueless. As your older brother, I have to remind you, you silly little sister."
My eyes widened as John Chou grabbed the golden sword with one hand. With a snap, the golden sword shattered.
"You... what are you really...?"
Emperor God clutched his chest, retreating step by step in midair. Sylvia Yan, who had looked calm, suddenly stood up from her chair.
"What did that guy do?"
"John Chou..."
Isabelle Frost shouted, then coughed violently. The ghost aura in her body vanished in an instant, and she fell downward—but an arm caught her.
"Well, silly little sister, if it were me, I’d never be fooled by that old man. So, you really are, as always, my silly little sister."