The Emissary's Visit

Even if he was a prophet, he would never have predicted that the Misfortune Deity would leave behind an ultimate misfortune upon his death.

And even less predictably, the misfortune would've manifested as a silver-haired demon.

At that moment, the Book Deity dodged swiftly with teleportation.

Unfortunately, misfortune wasn't a material attack. It had manifested early on along with the divine energy he unleashed when he assaulted Su Yu from across the dimension.

The black streams of air lingered around him like silhouettes and slipped into his body effortlessly as the Book Deity growled in anger.

A faintly discernible black mark emerged on his forehead.

In horror, the Book Deity maneuvered his divine energy instantly to chase it off.

Shortly afterward, his brows were furrowed into a deep scowl, his face as gloomy as the dark water.