Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 41

Zhuohuo—!

This cry was the final bloody mark before her soul was torn apart.

It was no longer the tool-like code name Zheng Qiuyu had casually tossed around, using him as a prop in her schemes.

Nor was it the calculated chess piece she had manipulated to turn the tables on her chessboard.

Before the Ghost Mother’s withered claw, capable of crushing stars, all of Zheng Qiuyu’s meticulously crafted plans and the deceptions she had relied on for survival were instantly pulverized into dust by the terror of death!

So, she had deceived everyone—even the Heavenly Dao—but ultimately failed to deceive her own heart.

So, when all escape routes were severed, the only thing her subconscious desperately clung to wasn’t the System, nor her schemes, but that foolish… husband she had treated as a mere tool.

The cry was a primal blend of terror, utter helplessness, and a sliver of dependence she dared admit only in the face of death—a dependence rooted deep within her divine soul!

It was like a divine key forged from white-hot, genuine emotion!

Instead of unlocking any mechanism, it plunged directly into the core of the Heavenly Dao Love Gu Chain—the fundamental restriction binding Zheng Qiuyu and Zhuohuo—with a sharp click!

Buzz—!!!

As if an ultimate program, coded with countless cold, rigid rules, had suddenly received an incomprehensible yet supreme command Protect!

For the first time, the chains that had always been a cold contract were completely hacked by a virus called True Love!

Dude, are you serious?!

This law-level astonishment flashed briefly before being overridden by an even more domineering will!

Command confirmed! Highest priority! Execute immediately!

Boom!!!

On the Cold Jade Bed, the crimson Love Gu Chain mark on Zhuohuo’s forehead erupted with a scarlet divine light that devoured heaven and earth!

The light was no longer eerie or ominous.

Instead, it radiated an absolute, unquestionable, and indomitable will—a force that would slay gods and Buddhas alike!

Hundred Ghosts’ Cry Canyon.

The Ghost Mother’s malevolent grin remained frozen on her face, her ghostly claws hovering a mere half-inch from Zheng Qiuyu’s abdomen!

She could already smell the maddeningly sweet fragrance emanating from the Divine Embryo!

Yet that half-inch became an eternity.

A terrifying pressure, so immense it made her divine soul scream, erupted without warning from the vessel in her eyes—the unconscious man—like a volcanic eruption!

What the—

The Ghost Mother only managed to utter two words in her shock.

In the next instant, her withered claw, along with her entire arm, was instantly crushed, twisted, and pulverized by an invisible spatial force!

No bl00d or flesh splattered.

Instead, as if swallowed by a cosmic black hole, bone, resentful energy, and Ghost Dao Law were erased without a trace, leaving not even a speck of dust behind!

Aaaaaah—!

A belated, heart-wrenching scream finally tore from the Ghost Mother’s throat! She recoiled in terror, her gaze fixed on the man as if he were an ancient god risen from the Chaotic Singularity!

Time did not slow down.

On the contrary, everything was reaching its climax!

At the exact moment the Ghost Mother’s arm was severed, the unconscious man, Zhuohuo, slowly and steadily rose to his feet without any external force.

His eyes remained closed.

But as he stood, the entire Hundred Ghosts’ Night Parade Formation groaned under an unbearable weight! The black mist, composed of billions of resentful souls, melted and dispersed like snow under the sun. Tens of thousands of malevolent spirits, unable to even scream, crumbled under the overwhelming pressure, their spectral bodies shattering inch by inch into pure resentful energy before being utterly annihilated!

This wasn’t mere exorcism it was purification! The complete annihilation of lower-dimensional entities by a higher-dimensional being!

Zheng Qiuyu was gently shielded at the center of this power, completely unharmed.

She could feel the connection between her and Zhuohuo burning hotter and clearer than ever before. She could even see within his slumbering sea of consciousness a colossal, godlike phantom, stirred by her call, slowly opening its eyes.

The Ghost Mother’s heart and soul shattered. In the mere three breaths since the man had risen, half of her millennia-cultivated Ghost Realm had already collapsed!

She wanted to flee!

But an invisible domain had already sealed off this entire realm.

She was a caged bird—no, a moth trapped in a spider’s web.

The next moment, Zhuohuo’s eyes, long shut, snapped open!

There were no whites.

No pupils.

Only two Chaotic Singularities, devouring eternity and annihilating the heavens!

And a cold, indifferent will, as if judging ants, locked precisely onto the Ghost Mother.

Those who harm her shall die.

These words were neither spoken nor conveyed through thought.

They were like a supreme law etched into the fabric of the universe at its creation, instantly inscribed into every inch of space and every particle within the Hundred Ghosts’ Cry Gorge the moment Zhuohuo opened his eyes!

This was… a divine decree.

The Creator God’s final judgment upon the dust of the world!

Before this law, the Ghost Mother’s divine soul didn’t even have the right to tremble, instantly pinned in place.

In the next instant, Zhuohuo didn’t even glance at her.

With Zhuohuo at its center, the world… lost its color.

It wasn’t merely that light was being devoured the very concept of color was being erased from reality!

Next came the sound.

The roars of ten thousand ghosts, the wailing of the wind, the groaning of space—all dissolved into absolute, deathly silence.

An indescribable nothingness began to spread.

It wasn’t a ripple, nor a domain, but more like a stain on a flawless white cloth, being erased inch by inch by an invisible divine hand wielding an eraser called Void!

This was Zhuohuo’s Chaotic Domain—Divine Silence.

Wherever the domain passed, the grotesque and terrifying demons, formed from billions of vengeful souls, didn’t disintegrate or vanish.

They were like monsters drawn on paper. As the paper itself was erased, their existence, their history, their karma—everything—vanished without a trace.

As if they had never existed in this world.

The Hundred Ghosts’ Night Parade Formation?

A joke written in the sand, washed away by the tide, leaving nothing behind.

The Ghost Mother remained the most stubborn stain on this canvas of Divine Silence.

She stared in horror at the Myriad Souls Evil Robe, a superior-grade demonic treasure personally forged by the Ancient Demon Monarch. The robe’s surface, covered in tormented, twisted soul faces, emitted no screams. Instead, like dried oil paint flaking off a canvas, they peeled away in fragments, dissolving into their most primal particles and returning to nothingness.

No… no!!

Within her body, the Ghost Dao Law and the Demonic Art she had cultivated for three thousand years, within the Divine Silence, reacted like ice meeting absolute zero. There was no melting process they were instantly frozen and shattered into dust.

Her divine soul was being erased from the very root of its existence!

She felt her past vanishing, her future collapsing!

Aaaah—!!

The instinct for survival overwhelmed the terror of her divine soul being torn apart. The Ghost Mother unleashed the most piercing shriek of her life.

She was no longer a demonic titan coveting the Divine Embryo, but a mere ant about to be crushed underfoot!

Primordial Sacrifice! Bl00d Escape to the Nine Heavens!

She acted decisively, no longer spitting out mere essence bl00d, but half of her entire demonic soul’s primordial essence! The abyss-black mass of essence had barely materialized when Divine Silence erased most of it.

Yet the remaining portion burned furiously, transforming into a bl00d-red streak faster than light, recklessly hurtling toward the edge of the domain.

Open… for… me!

Boom!!!

At the cost of self-destruction, the bl00d-red light finally seared a minuscule, needle-tip-sized hole—one that would soon heal—into the absolutely flawless blank canvas of the Divine Silence domain.

The Ghost Mother’s tattered divine soul, like a wild dog with its spine ripped out, scrambled through the opening and vanished into the void rift in an instant.

She had escaped.

The price was the complete annihilation of her three thousand years of cultivation, permanent damage to her demonic soul’s primordial essence, and the utter impossibility of any further progress in this lifetime.