The Cliff Divine King has a plan, but the Great Devil feels that the Cliff Divine King is far inferior to Cha Wang, and he doesn't want to follow the Cliff Divine King's plan.
In human terms, Cha Wang is the epito of insidiousness and malice. Unfortunately, Cha Wang died too miserably; he didn't have ti to achieve anything and died in confusion.
The Great Devil wants to find a way out for himself, rely standing on his own perspective, not from the standpoint of All Gods.
The death of Cha Wang, he was Seized Dao, everything has beco increasingly clear.
In the past, everyone was united, but no matter how united, it was just a significant disadvantage, not a complete failure.
Now everything has changed.
The philosophies of All Gods, the persistence of All Gods, have begun to crumble.
The Great Devil begins to understand why he doesn't have the original feeling when he thinks of the Seven Yin King now.
Because he is already walking the path Seven Yin walked.
Luckily, he doesn't have any sense of sha, he only feels he's found a path to survive.
His consciousness hides among the waves of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, observing those bastards sinking within.
Once, these bastards at their peak were re cannon fodder in his eyes, never worthy of a glance.
Now, his path to survival is related to these bastards.
His previous arrangents for return have now beco the most crucial link.
His consciousness roams among the bastards, spying on their mory Armor.
In the continuation of arrangents, he begins to let go of deep-seated arrogance, transforming from a God who never gave a sideways glance, nose in the air with contempt, into a shaless voyeur, delving into everything within the mory Armor.
Peering into the mories of these bastards, further probing their exchanges with Che Lun and others, the interactions with Yu Ziqing, and their mutual exchanges.
Everything within the mory Armor is under his gaze.
Gradually, the Great Devil becos enlightened.
Having shed arrogance and embraced shalessness, he discovers that everything has room for redemption.
The sense of fear slightly dissipates everything.
He also understands why he feels such fear; he saw it and felt it within these bastards' mories.
Because he previously wouldn't die, it is only after seeing death beckoning that he becos even more fearful than these bastards.
Because he doesn't concern himself with ti, and over a sufficiently long ti scale, the fact that he will eventually die has beco inevitable.
And because he doesn't care about ti, death seems already close at hand, arriving in the next mont.
Originally, All Gods can also fear, and their fear is even more intense than that of ordinary living beings and ordinary deities.
Realizing oneself is particularly difficult, and the Great Devil has now recognized himself, which is why he found the path.
He also discovered the seeds of misfortune planted by his previous carelessness and arrogance.
Within the mory Armor of these bastards, he has stuffed too many mories; for so individual bastards, his mories almost occupy half of the mory Armor.
This is too obvious, and sowhat recklessly fearless.
And the human who salvages these bastards has seen the mory Armor of these bastards too many tis.
Presumably, they have long discovered the problem.
No, they must have discovered the problem.
This ti being Seized Dao must be related to this matter.
Things taken away by degenerates, fallen into the hands of the Seizing Dao, everything is certainly connected.
The people of Jinlan Mountain, hungry ghosts, Dadui, Seizing Dao, degenerates, etc...
The Great Devil's consciousness begins to scatter, connecting to each bastard's mory Armor here.
Then, in the deepest part of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, strange things begin to consolidate.
Those filled with evil and filth consolidate and converge, like rotting at subrged in the mud, about to completely decompose and dissolve.
These things gather bit by bit with the waves, eventually forming a strange sacrificial altar sinking in the deepest part of the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.
A sacrificial altar.
In the most ancient tis, the Hundred Clans controlled the sacrificial altar, its original source being All Gods.
Otherwise, could the initially uncivilized Hundred Clans have created the sacrificial altar themselves?
It's a pity that no one knows or rembers this anymore.
Because All Gods themselves have long ceased to personally arrange the sacrificial altar or preside over it.
Their role has always been to accept the offerings of All Gods.
Rather than standing on the altar, head held high, performing the sacrifice.
Seeing the altar take shape, the Great Devil unhesitatingly places the part of his consciousness that has not yet awakened as an offering on the altar.
He is both the role of sacrificial and the role of acceptance.
Offering part of himself to himself.
This is his ans of gambling his life.
A formless oppression appears, black flas suddenly ignite, enveloping the unawakened part of the Great Devil's consciousness directly within.
With the complete sacrifice of that sleeping part of consciousness, the rank of the Great Devil begins to change.
The awakened part of his consciousness is as if burned, slowly dissipating.
Those forces, as before, integrate into the mory Armor of those bastards.
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