I am God LSLCCF

The voices of the Silver-White Churchʼs believers filled the air. They carried the desires of countless ghoul spirits and the persistent echoes of mortalsʼ longing for immortality.

These voices reverberated throughout the domain, converging upon Akmanmonʼs body. Slowly, they condensed into a special power that began to manifest.

A massive seal imprint pattern appeared behind Akmanmonʼs back, radiating brilliant light that illuminated the surroundings.

Akmanmonʼs body became enshrouded in a layer of silver-white burial cloth. He seemed to transform into a ”deity” who wielded control over the curse of immortality.

”Silver-White Domain.”

Akmanmon raised his head. His entire face was wrapped in burial shrouds, yet a cold voice emitted from his mouth.

At that moment, Kurmisʼs power pressed down. Lightning from the sky continuously struck Akmanmonʼs domain. Fierce winds blew from all directions, seeming to endlessly wear away Akmanmonʼs power.

The Spirit Fusion Seal Imprint unleashed its power, manipulating various weather phenomena that crashed downward in an unyielding and relentless assault.

Inside his domain, Kurmis stood in control, shaping the weather with the might of a heavenly god.

The Plague Blood Curse and the Spirit Fusion Seal Imprint clashed fiercely, their powers contesting for dominance in the mortal world.

This was the moment to determine which of the two was the most extraordinary seal imprint.

As the Feathered Serpent revealed its complete form, Akmanmon could only offer passive resistance. ”Kurmis, I have already obtained ʼThe Path of Wisdom.ʼ My memories will synchronize with the Silver Insect.”

He raised the stone tablet inscribed with ”The Path of Wisdom” and said casually, ”Even if you reclaim this stone tablet, even if you kill me, the next me to be reborn will still know this secret technique.”

Raising his head, he asked, ”Whatʼs the point?”

Kurmisʼs voice merged with the thunder striking from the sky. He had long made his decision.

”Regardless, you are not leaving here today.”

The plant puppets, now fully grown and vast in number, began to strangle their way into Akmanmonʼs domain.

In response, Akmanmon spoke in a voice as cold and lifeless as a corpse, his words laced with mockery.

”Even if you win, all I have lost is this shell, but you have paid a terrible price.”

”You used the Divine Grace Four-Part Secret Technique, barely preserving your consciousness within the artifact.”

”You have not yet become a god, yet you directly reunited the four powers, breaking the original cycle.”

”The price isnʼt small, is it? Will it affect your plans to become a god?”

”Moreover, are you certain you can win?”

Akmanmon, having obtained part of ”The Path of Wisdom,” had a rough understanding of the method Kurmis used to create the Seed Jar.

As soon as he finished speaking, the cannibal worm beneath his feet burrowed back into his body.

His form swelled to its limit, transforming into a massive divine corpse shadow. Strips of white cloth unfurled and danced outward in eerie, rhythmic motions.

At the same time, the seal imprint on his back opened a great door. From within, countless insects surged out.

These insects flowed down like a waterfall, colliding with Kurmisʼs plant puppets in a chaotic clash.

The insects relentlessly devoured the plant puppets, while the plant puppets responded in kind. They crushed the insects into pulp and absorbed them as nourishment.

The Feathered Serpent dove from the sky, engaging Akmanmon in combat.

Their struggle was fierce and unrelenting, with the entire Volcano Forest serving as their arena.

The massive Feathered Serpent drew upon the forces of wind, rain, and thunder. It whipped, bit, and struck with relentless energy, each movement a display of raw and untamed power.

Akmanmon transformed into a terrifying divine corpse, his white cloth strips continuously flying out and winding toward the Feathered Serpent.

Though they were apostles, their strength exceeded that of any ordinary apostle. Their power stood on par with reincarnators who had experienced countless cycles of rebirth.

The chaos they unleashed was terrifying, and the scale of their battle sent ripples of fear far and wide.

Even towns and cities far beyond the borders of the Volcano Forest became aware of the disturbance. The tremors and echoes of their conflict spread across vast distances.

The battle raged with incredible intensity. Akmanmon appeared to be at a disadvantage, yet he always managed to resist and endure.