On the other side.
In the parallel space-ti that Xiangtuo Mo left.
A sky-filling chaos perated the entire world, all things turned to nothingness, suffused with dead silence.
The original Death World, the small space world, had not yet been eroded by chaos.
But as chaos continued to expand, even the Death World began to crack, with a large amount of chaos seeping in.
By this point, the entire world had almost no pure land.
This world was about to head towards destruction.
The only remaining pure land was in Heaven.
Before the throne.
Cupid beside God sighed softly, saddened, and said, "Oh God, I’m afraid we won’t be able to follow you to care for you in the next era."
The little angels around also seed to realize their ultimate fate and couldn’t help but cry.
"Woooo."
"We can no longer be by God’s side."
With the destruction of eras, even the gods cannot escape the obliteration of the overwhelming chaos, let alone them?
They will eventually die.
And below, God’s daughter, in contrast, had a gentle expression, "Father, may you move towards a new permanence, stepping into eternally residing happiness."
The majestic high God sat sideways on the divine seat, surrounded by halos of wisdom, supporting his chin with one hand, glanced at the children below, and was slightly moved.
Heaven was quiet.
Everyone turned their heads to look at the approaching chaos.
The end of the world had arrived!
God looked at the children below, having ruled over one mythical era after another, magic myths, destiny myths, retiring under the sun myth.
He had also witnessed too many partings of birth and death, friends of eras leaving one by one.
He thought he had long gotten used to it.
But now, seeing the gods fall one by one, and the angels around him leaving.
Even his daughter, who initially defeated the evil dragon in the castle and followed him, was about to die.
He once thought he could remain calm, but suddenly an inexplicable ripple arose in his heart.
"But what use is it?"
"The birth and death of eras, I cannot save others, only I escape alone."
He lifted his head, "The sun rises and sets, but, am I the only one left again?"
"Perhaps this is not the first era day and night I will face."
Watching the vast chaotic sun almost engulfing the entire world, even transforming into the world itself, the golden sun’s surface manifested a crystal glass-like luster, stunningly beautiful, suffocatingly despairing.
The sun rises!
All things restart!
Even the high almighty God cannot defy the order of the world, chaos destruction and restart are the rules of all things.
As God sighed softly, suddenly two figures were sent in.
These were two children.
"Lady of Death, not only pulling people over but also sending them in?"
God suddenly pondered, "What exactly is this guy trying to do? I won’t go over, Xiangtuo Mo going is his own business."
"Does she intend to persuade through these two children, to help her fulfill her ambition?"
He can reopen in the next era and naturally remain neutral.
Will not ddle in so inexplicable era’s affairs, adding trouble for nothing.
Besides, the Goddess of Destiny loves to manipulate fate too much.
Which he dislikes quite a lot.
Xiangtuo Mo chose to accept the fate’s gift to save his companions and himself, accepting the arrangent of fate.
But he, God... does not need such risks.
But just when God read the mories of the otherworld, seeing the mories of Madra, Mandar.
The evaluation given by God was, two unfortunate children.
Moreover, he saw Xiangtuo Mo initiating twelve trials over there, allowing the world to upgrade dinsions, already reaching the tenth trial.
"It seems he has a chance to fulfill his dream."
"But it has nothing to do with ."
God absorbed the massive amount of information, looking at the little angels below, still unmoved.
But he suddenly vaguely felt, getting various information from over there was sowhat strange.
He began to deduce the history of that world continuously.
Divine objects, Creator God, ultimate fate... Various data and details suddenly flowed rapidly in his mind, being processed.
——Why don’t we have a Creator God here?
Doubt erged once again.
As a suprely wise Divine Spirit, the smartest being in the world, he suddenly discovered an unbelievable truth in this vast information.
"So, we are fictional..."
"I am fake..."
Certain types of Divine Objects possess the characteristic of creating a concept world.
The most traditional is the Space Divine Object creating the space world.
The Death World creates a conceptual world of death.
And the ultimate Divine Object of fate is to create a fictional world of destiny lines.
Is all the joy and sorrow, all the history of this world nothing but a fictional trial ground, a dream of so ultimate Goddess of Destiny?
God continued to analyze,
"If every destiny is a kind of musical score."
"Then what I have here is rely a temporary piece, randomly composed, rapidly deducing the ultimate future of a certain situation."
"When the Goddess of Destiny opens her eyes, this fictional parallel virtual world, deduced for tens of thousands of years, will be destroyed."
God suddenly closed his eyes, a vast pressure suddenly sweeping across the entire Heaven.
He suddenly understood the calculation by the ultimate Goddess of Destiny.
"It seems I can no longer remain aloof."
"Since this is the case..." The all-knowing and almighty him suddenly unleashed various Divine Powers of destiny, tearing apart this false world.
Just like everyone realizing their own destiny can escape from it.
When he understood everything was fictional and chose to shake off destiny, upon reopening his eyes, a completely new change appeared around him.
He invaded Scouti’s dream chanism.
Restarted the next dream of Scouti, returning to the mont when the Chaos had just erupted thirty thousand years ago.
"So that’s how it is."
"The ultimate destiny can twist the fate of all Divine Powers."
"Scouti and Xiangtuo Mo joined forces to twist the fate of the twelve trials initiated by the Divine Power of Evolution."
"Forcibly intervening in so trial with destiny, steering it along the path they desired."
"Turning our world into the eleventh trial world of ascension?"
"As long as reality stops at the tenth trial."
"Our fictional world of destiny will beco true destiny."
"And all the Divine Spirits of our world will co to life."
God’s expression was extrely calm, as he suddenly turned around, looking at the little Angels in Heaven and his daughter behind him.
"A world restarted thirty-seven thousand tis."
"At this mont, it will also beco the world of the eleventh trial, manifesting physically."
"We can all survive."
He stretched out his hand, where Madra and Mandar, who were sent in, transford into two little Angels, serving on both sides of Heaven.
"Since you were sent in by Xiangtuo Mo and Scouti to strengthen our power, you two shall accompany in the future."
Endless radiance erged, and the two children transford into little Angels, growing snow-white wings and wearing halos.
The two children said:
"If it is your wish, we will obey."
With God’s words, it was settled.
...
The real world.
The world began to continue ascending dinsions.
The environnt, the living beings, and all things were changing dramatically.
Just like a computer system undergoing continuous updates in all aspects of its functionality.
"The eleventh trial."
"The world is continuing to ascend dinsions, and the underlying code order of all things is changing. Where is the monster born this ti?"
"We already have experience. Wherever the crying is, we will catch it!"
Crack.
The world’s changes suddenly ca to a halt.
It seed as if this dinsion-ascending world train had begun to stop at the next version of the world.
It has stopped.
Stopped at the eleventh trial’s platform.
"Our world suddenly twisted, transford, turned into this world! Why is there no crying?"
"Wait, why haven’t 99% of us died yet?"
"Yes, the rules should have changed. Why haven’t we died?"
Countless people were both happy and fearful, relieved that they could survive.
"Who is the monster of this world?"
No crying, no sweeping roar of newborn across the world.
People only saw a young and towering figure sitting in the void.
"Welco to the new eleventh trial."
With a majestic and domineering presence, the figure sat there quietly, seemingly an infinite golden sun in itself, apparently representing an unparalleled pressure.
"Who... who are you?"
The scene was deathly silent.
Everyone seed to be seeing the most inconceivable sight.
The power, the aura surrounding him, rely sensing his mysterious existence could let one feel a heavy despair from history.
The man on the divine throne looked down upon the Divine Spirits of this era, his cold and lofty gaze filled with boundless Wisdom, as if looking at a group of insignificant ants.
"God, Surya."
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