Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...
In the "Golden Palm Federation," which was near the "Mist Sea," several permanent mbers of Congress, a group of erging professional [politicians]...
Even the "God of Deceit" Pyrmont and the "Wilderness God" Kathy Morale, who sohow returned to the Evil God Camp, jumped onto the tops of buildings, looking toward the doomsday-like "Mist Sea" in the east.
The strongest "Death ssenger" among humans widened his eyes at this mont:
"Is this... a god battle?!"
Actually.
Not only them, but high-tier Transcendents across half of the New Continent were also alard by the spiritual tumult in the Spiritual Realm, looking from afar in the direction of the "Mist Sea."
Once they realized what had happened, they were all terrified, fearing that the sudden spread of aftershocks would hit them.
At this mont in the "Mist Sea."
The vast water vapor ford into thick, world-covering clouds in the high sky, and the rolling thunder seed to rip the sky apart.
Before the waterfall-like rain could fall, it was again evaporated by the scorching [Ten Days] in the air.
Yet, the world between the sea and sky was not dark at all; instead, it was as bright as daylight.
Gurgle... gurgle...
Before the ten suns had completely set, the ocean had already turned into a boiling soup. The monster armies that had gathered earlier were now part of a seafood broth.
Only the "God of Sleep" Keturt, as the "appetizer," was still resisting alone,
Hiss—!
In its fully unfolded [Mythical Form], the "God of Sleep" had grown to a hundred ters tall, with an upper body resembling a six-eyed octopus head in blue-green flesh, and the lower body connecting with the vast ocean waves.
Countless souls asleep in deep-sea nightmares were awakened by Him, transforming into sea serpents, tentacles, seahorses, eels, jellyfish made of seawater... erging from around Him, hissing and roaring toward the ten suns.
However.
Even though these sea limbs, shimring with blue-black divine light, were as mighty as mountains, they were aningless in the face of the billion-degree plasma.
It’s safe to say that this is the common limitation of [Natural Deities]. If they can only chanically transfer divine power, they cannot entirely surpass the natural limits of the Material World and can only continuously expand toward the Spiritual Realm.
Take the sun, for instance.
Because the sun’s mass is so vast, with a central pressure reaching 250 billion standard atmospheres, nuclear fusion can occur at a relatively low temperature.
This results in the temperature of these [Artificial Suns] in Aiven’s hands being several tis higher than the sun’s core, which is unimaginable for those [Sun Gods] in the Material World.
Finally, the ten dazzling "suns," guided and launched by Aiven like missiles, densely covered the position of the "God of Sleep" Keturt.
Boom—!!!
The entire world shook violently.
In the blinding white light, the ocean seed to disappear by half in an instant, and a terrifying shockwave nearly ionized the air, surging forward in mighty waves.
Even the sky above was ripped apart, revealing a blood-red setting sun.
In the center of the [Ten Days] impact, the "God of Sleep" Keturt had long vanished without a trace.
"Vaporized? No! Not yet!"
In such a world-ending power, Aiven did not beco complacent.
He not only failed to discover any remaining [Divinity], but his constantly active [Heaven and Earth are One] also imdiately sensed a vague presence rushing deep into the sea.
"The power is fine, but the projection thod still needs improvent. Angie!"
"Understood!"
A girlish, crisp response echoed in Aiven’s mind, and the next mont, he felt their spirits rge into one and collectively touched a great consciousness.
[Ability: Holy Spear Resonance]
The "resonance" effect is not significantly related to the wielder’s battle power, but it is closely related to [personality] and the compatibility with one’s own path.
If all individuals in the world were coded into the "Life Tree Diagram," each life would be a fruit on the tree, with similar races and paths on the sa branch.
The higher the position on the life tree, the higher the [personality], the closer to the "Supre Being" differentiated by the [Golden Chain], and the stronger the power of [Holy Spear Resonance].
Aiven now understood that the being who projected high-dinsional information into the Material World as the [Golden Chain] could only be the "World Consciousness" itself!
The complete [Golden Chain] is the life code of "World Consciousness."
Aiven no longer needs to forge a personal [Divine Artifact] like other powerful demigods; the [Golden Holy Spear·Longinus] and he, the [God of All Things Fertile], are a match made in heaven!
Jingle jingle jingle...
In a series of pleasant bell chis, the [Longinus] transford by Angie instantly disintegrated in form, and in Aiven’s hand beca a platinum radiant beam connecting heaven and earth, the divine light swallowing power unrivaled.
Slash—!
The next second, Aiven and Angie disappeared on the spot.
The brilliant white rainbow had already cleaved through the vast ocean and shot toward the seafloor. In the "unity of man and spear," even if a True God stood in front, Aiven dare to pierce Him.
...
Located in the deepest part of the "Mist Sea," nearly ten thousand ters down stood a quiet, twisted undersea city.
The structure of the building is extrely abnormal, almost completely contradicting human geotry.
They are made of unimaginably massive green stones, adorned with dizzyingly tall monolithic sculptures, magnificent deities, and splendid reliefs.
However, the unprecedented spatial structures and dinsional sizes give normal people a strong sense of disgust.
At first glance, it seems like a convex surface, but upon closer inspection, it appears to be concave, and the twisted and inscrutable angles of the stones seem to hide sinister threats and various restless negative emotions.
This place is precisely the sanctuary occupied by the "God of Sleep", Keturt, in the "Mist Sea".
Gululu... Gululu...
Keturt, with limbs mangled and body charred black, still faintly exuding a scent of roasted flesh, used the entire ocean as a shield and ultimately barely escaped with a life under the [Ten Days Across the Sky].
"Damn it! Damn it!..."
After the sanctuary’s seemingly indestructible barrier reconsolidated behind him, the Ancient God imdiately began to gnash his teeth.
The strength of a [Demigod] or [Truth Embodint] can no longer be simply asured by surface-level three-dinsional attributes or aura intensity.
They are like black boxes; without actively "inputting," one can never know what’s inside these black boxes.
Before the battle, he was confident, but did not expect to lose to Aiven so quickly.
In this battle.
The "Source of Nightmare" may not have a central consciousness, but the nurous consciousnesses within absolutely do not want to perish easily; it’s not easy to retrieve the remaining half of the power after concealing.
The most suitable dium, Nymph, has been rescued; whether the next ritual can be initiated remains unknown.
The newborn body is severely damaged, [Fire] and [Water] rules are violently conflicting within him, making him feel again what pain is after tens of thousands of years.
"Galliot, you wait for , I will be the eternal nightmare for you and your country!"
As soon as the words fell.
Rustle—!
The [Sanctuary] barrier behind him echoed with a sound like tearing silk, at the mont Keturt turned around abruptly.
Whoosh!
A breathtaking white rainbow had already shot towards him.
Ugh....
In the chest of the hundred-ter-high Ancient God, a massive hole with a diater of five ters exploded, blue-green luminous blood gushing out like a waterfall.
Even if he was a [Natural Deity] without a vital weakness, being fully countered by the [Golden Holy Spear], there was no doubt that he suffered significant damage to his vitality.
Inevitably, it would also cause a permanent reduction in power.
Aiven had no intention of stopping when victory was in sight.
Since the opponent broke the rules, he must deliver the strongest counterattack and warning, to mark his own bottom line and prevent greater misjudgnts in the future.
Compared to verbal warnings, Aiven believes the life of a demigod is more convincing.
Hmm, I’m doing this for your own good!
Ring, ring, ring....
The bell rang again, and the sharp, unmatched white rainbow, like a bent white dragon, was about to cut the severely damaged Keturt in half!
However.
Suddenly, from the depths of the sea sounded a majestic hymn woven from millions of pious voices:
"Holy, Holy! Full-powered Deity!
Angel of Prosperity, Master of Gold, Ruler of Capital...
Morning chants rise, soaring through the clouds to sacred lands;
Holy, Holy! Compassion and Omnipotence,
Glory and Majesty, all belong to one body;
Holy, Holy! The saints revere,
Adorned with Golden Crowns, surrounded by Crystal Sea Shores;
Thousands of Celestial Army kneel, in unison praise the Main God’s na..."
A voice full of anger suddenly echoed in the sanctuary of the "God of Sleep".
"Stop it!"
Crack.. Crack...
Nurous shattered bones suddenly rose before Keturt, transforming into a giant blood-colored shield, at nearly half the cost, after deflecting that white rainbow.
From within the shield, blood light burst forth, countless bone claws poured out, fiercely clawing at Aiven who reappeared.
Without waiting for the impending doom to envelop Aiven to again activate [Holy Spear Resonance], another sacred hymn likewise resounded within.
"Holy! Holy! Sea Monarchy!
Strength, Sanctity, Compassion complete, mighty Heaven’s King...."
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