CHAPTER 511: CHAPTERS 255 TO 256: STRONG SUPPRESSION (TWO-IN-ONE CHAPTER, ASKING FOR MONTHLY TICKETS)_2

At first glance, Shen Changqing recognized what Shimohe truly was.

A Divine Soul!

After reaching the Great Grandmaster Realm, Spiritual Power nurtures the Divine Soul. As long as the Divine Soul does not perish, even if the flesh is destroyed, there is still a chance to seize a new body and be reborn.

Now that his opponent had advanced to the Domain Realm, it was clear his Divine Soul had become even stronger. The bright, high sun had no effect on the Divine Soul whatsoever.

Seeing Shimohe flee, Shen Changqing took a step forward, shortening the distance between them.

Hovering Crossing!

Shrinking Earth into Inches!

Shimohe’s Divine Soul fled at an incredible speed, far too fast for the naked eye of an ordinary Martial Artist to follow. However, no matter how fast he was, he couldn’t outpace the Divine Skill, Shrinking Earth into Inches. With just a few steps, Shen Changqing completely blocked Shimohe’s path.

"Shen Changqing, do you truly intend to pursue me to the bitter end!"

Shimohe’s miniature Divine Soul seethed with rage and profound unwillingness. He hadn’t expected that even after abandoning his flesh and fleeing with his Divine Soul, he still couldn’t escape interception. Now, Shimohe was certain that Shen Changqing possessed an extremely powerful Qinggong Divine Skill. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been possible to catch up to his Divine Soul’s escape speed.

"I ask you, how can the natural disaster in South Nether Prefecture be resolved?" Shen Changqing didn’t press his attack immediately; he wasn’t worried Shimohe could escape. The Divine Soul was fast, but not as fast as his Shrinking Earth into Inches.

Moreover, the current Shimohe was only a Divine Soul, possessing less than a tenth of his original strength. Although the power of his Divine Soul could still kill a Martial Artist in the Grandmaster Realm, he would struggle to contend with a Great Grandmaster. If he couldn’t even contend with a Great Grandmaster, how could he possibly be Shen Changqing’s opponent? In Shen Changqing’s view, Shimohe was already a turtle in a jar, with no hope of escape.

Shimohe said, "If I tell you, will you let me go?"

"If your information can resolve the natural disaster in South Nether Prefecture, I *may* consider it," Shen Changqing stated. "Remember, you have no choice: speak, or die!"

"Alright, I’ll tell you!" Shimohe could see Shen Changqing wasn’t joking. With things having reached this point, he could only resign himself to fate. "The natural disaster in South Nether Prefecture is caused by the depletion of fortune. The solution is simple: improve the livelihood of the people, dredge the mountains and rivers, and allow the fortune of South Nether Prefecture to rise again. The natural disaster will then naturally disappear."

Hearing Shimohe’s answer, Shen Changqing’s eyes flickered. The method Shimohe mentioned was indeed feasible. The natural disaster in South Nether Prefecture was indeed due to the depletion of its fortune. As long as the fortune was restored, the disaster wouldn’t be a major problem.

And what was fortune? It was an ethereal concept, difficult to define precisely. But one thing was certain: as long as the livelihood of the people in South Nether Prefecture was stable, its fortune would rise. However, this would take far longer than a day or two. Dealing with the aftermath of the current disaster alone would take years.

"What you’ve mentioned is one method," Shen Changqing said, his gaze on Shimohe turning colder, "but I believe there might be another way to resolve South Nether Prefecture’s natural disaster."

Instantly, Shimohe’s Divine Soul trembled. "You want to go back on your word!"

"No, I’m not going back on my word," Shen Changqing replied. "I only said I would *consider* sparing you. Besides, I sense you’re withholding something, not telling the whole truth."

Shen Changqing’s vital blood surged, and the surrounding void seemed to strain under an immense pressure. Under the suppression of that power, Shimohe’s Divine Soul was almost forcibly pinned, unable to escape no matter how it struggled.

"I’ve already told you everything I know!" Shimohe pleaded, feeling the suppression on his Divine Soul while still striving for a chance to live. "Why would you break your promise and tarnish your reputation? Moreover, I am now but a mere remnant soul, posing no threat to you. Spare my life, and I will no longer oppose you in the future." He had lowered his stance, no longer using the prideful self-address ’this Seat.’

Shen Changqing remained unmoved. His icy gaze fell upon Shimohe’s Divine Soul as he spoke calmly, "You refined the fortune of South Nether Prefecture, causing this natural disaster. If I kill you, I suspect its fortune might be restored, thereby resolving the calamity, correct?"

"Impossible! The fortune I’ve refined and expended cannot be restored even if you kill me—"

"Your words mean nothing. I want to test it myself," Shen Changqing interjected. As his words fell, he thrust out a finger. A force of pure Yang, like a Great Sun descending, enveloped Shimohe. Under this power, Shimohe emitted a shrill scream as his Divine Soul rapidly dissolved.

A few breaths later, the Divine Soul of the Heaven Alliance Leader had completely vanished.

BOOM!!

As Shimohe perished, thunder suddenly rumbled across the firmament of South Nether Prefecture. Faintly, it sounded like the roar of some Fierce Beast.

Shen Changqing looked up at the sky. There were no thunderclouds, only the echoing rumbles. Yet, deep down, he sensed a subtle change occurring within South Nether Prefecture. This change brought him a faint sense of joy, as if this change was a good thing.

Has South Nether Prefecture’s fortune returned? Shen Changqing mused. He couldn’t see fortune, nor could he be certain if South Nether Prefecture’s fortune had truly returned, but this inexplicable sensation convinced him it was so.

At this moment, everyone in South Nether Prefecture felt a similar sensation stir within them.