Chapter 521: Exploring the Corruption Methods of the Lost Clan

“It’s finally here.”

The leading Demigod of the Ghost Spirit clan gazed at the dark crack that had suddenly appeared in the sky, his voice tinged with melancholy.

No warning.

No message.

Without any announcement, they had torn through their Hidden Great Formation, and only the Divine Fate Bearers from the main realm could descend with such overwhelming force.

The Great God of Wealth’s vengeance has arrived.

“Big brother, should we just fight them?”

The Demigod wielding a hammer glared at the sky, his voice filled with anger.

“You don’t understand,” the leading Demigod said, shaking his head. “From the moment the Divine Fate Bearers became Demigods, we were already defeated.”

“We can’t win against them.”

He paused, then added with a heavy heart, “Besides, according to our clan’s records, in the previous era, our Ghost Spirit clan was once loyal servants of the God of Wealth.”

“Some vague memories even make me feel a strange sense of loyalty to the God of Wealth.”

“But more often, it feels like we’re supposed to bring the God of Wealth back and imprison him on the altar.”

“Logically, I feel like this approach is wrong.”

“But I can’t quite put my finger on why. It feels both reasonable and bizarre…”

The hammer-wielding Demigod clenched his weapon and growled, “Big brother, just tell me what to do! Should I self-destruct, or pretend to surrender and stab them in the back at the crucial moments?”

After a long silence, the leading Demigod spoke gravely, “What I need you to do is lead our clan’s younger generation to truly pledge allegiance to the God of Wealth. Even if it means sacrificing our lives in crucial moments to ensure your survival.”

“……”

Silence.

The air around them grew still, heavy with tension.

“I don’t know where things went wrong. Sometimes I feel like our actions are full of irony, yet I also believe they’re justified.”

The leading Demigod looked up at the sky and murmured, “But in this position, my thoughts are no longer about my own honor or disgrace.”

“What I want most is for our clan to survive.”

“Even if it means living in the most humiliating way.”

The hammer-wielding Demigod frowned and asked, “Big brother, why me?”

The leading Demigod glanced at him, then at the hammer in his hand.

“Over the years, I’ve noticed that you’ve done the most irrational things.”

“But it seems our perceptions have been altered.”

“So your irrationality might actually be seen as reasonable by the Great God of Wealth.”

“I’m not sure.”

“So!”

“I have no choice but to take a gamble!”

“And… I’m sorry, my brother.”

“Please forgive me. When I saw you speaking up for the Great God of Wealth in the Demon Witch realm, thoughts of killing you—even dismembering you and torturing you—flashed through my mind.”

“But you and I grew up together, trained together, and shared so much. Our bond is strong.”

“I don’t think I could ever truly want to kill you over something like that. As family, no matter how absurd your actions might be, killing you… would be the furthest I’d go. How could I ever let you suffer to death?”

Before he could finish, a soft clicking sound came from nearby.

“So, this is the kind of influence at work.”

Su Wen casually waved his hand, and a ripple of Time and Space appeared beside him. He stepped through it with ease.

“As I suspected, you’ve been affected by the corruption methods of the lost clan.”

The Demigod wielding a hammer tensed as Su Wen arrived unannounced. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately shifted into a combat stance.

“Greetings, Great God of Wealth.”

The leading Demigod bowed slightly and said, “We did not anticipate your arrival, Great God of Wealth. Please forgive us.”

“Amu, show respect in the presence of the Great God!”

Su Wen raised his hand dismissively. “Let’s skip the formalities.”

He glanced around and continued, “I assume your Ghost Spirit clan has records of the previous era, correct?”

“What do you think happens to associated clans that disrespect the Chief God and even dare to rebel against them?”

The leading Demigod paused, then answered solemnly, “Destruction of the clan. Annihilation of their realm.”

Such a punishment was undeniably severe.

In fact, he had studied these matters extensively.

That’s why he couldn’t understand why he, the Holy Spirit clan, and even other Demigod clans had acted against the Great God of Wealth.

The occasional sense of contradiction, the gap between his outward actions and inner feelings, tormented him once he became aware of it.

He didn’t understand.

And he was deeply confused.

Why?

Why had such a situation arisen within the clan?

“I know you care deeply for your clan. For someone like you, even as an enemy, I hold no dislike.”

Su Wen spoke gently, “But mistakes must be paid for.”

“I have another matter to address this time.”

“If you satisfy me, I can promise that a renewed Ghost Spirit clan will be allowed to continue.”

The corruption of the lost clan…

He was very curious indeed.

Moreover, he was very curious about how the remnants infiltrated the Demigod clans of the main realm!

Previously, although he was curious, he didn’t dare to explore.

But now, with the survival tactics provided by the God of Theater in Office, and having just received a Protective Boost from the River of Fate, making his consciousness immune to external influences, he felt more confident.

Of course, this had a time limit.

The key to the time limit depended on how long the River of Fate maintained its attention.

In the words of the River of Fate, as long as it continued to observe for a day, no external force could affect the main consciousness of the God of Wealth.

In other words, the corruption of the remnants had no effect on him!

To put it bluntly, in the face of the River of Fate, what did the remnants count as?

A glance from the river of time could cause serious injuries to the higher-ups of the remnants, so what could the River of Fate do to put the river of time in a difficult position?

With a single slap, it could absolutely cleanse the Remnant Universe with its power!

Naturally, the friendly River of Fate had a strong and precise control over its own power, unlike the river of time, which only cared about flashy external appearances.

Because of this, he dared to step into the Ghost Spirit realm and deeply explore the methods of the remnants.

“Respected… damn God of Wealth…”

The leading Demigod was about to express his respect when he suddenly blurted out a line that left the Demigod wielding a hammer stunned.

Big brother!

What are you doing?

Are you insulting him right in front of him?

If you’re planning to go all out, just let me know, I’ll stand with you.

But this… insulting while pretending to respect him? What’s going on?

Su Wen listened to the insults without changing his expression.

He even glanced at the bewildered Demigod wielding a hammer and nodded slightly.

He seemed to understand why the Fighting God’s legion from the First Age could remain unaffected by the corruption methods of the remnants.

It seemed that the simpler-minded individuals were less prone to unfounded thinking and divergent thoughts, making them less susceptible to the influence of the remnants!

Indeed!

The existence of the Fighting God’s legion as a group of reckless men must have a historical basis and an age-old reason for their resistance.