In a laboratory filled with various instruments, Guangming, wearing a white coat, is working hard, trying to shorten the time to resurrect his ancestors.
Although Gold did not stipulate a time limit for resurrection, his urging was an imperial edict. Guangming had to give up eating and sleeping, and devoted himself to work day and night. He had been working continuously for more than two months without blinking his eyes. Ask if you want to do it.
And such intense overtime work is effective. As long as he is given two more months... no, it only takes one month to try to resurrect his ancestors.
Suddenly, Guangming, who was immersed in his work, noticed something strange behind him. However, he had long been accustomed to this situation and asked without looking back: "What's the matter?" Behind him, the prophet's shadow slowly appeared from the sky and gradually condensed into shape.
Unlike before, where he was calm and calm no matter what happened, the prophet now had a faint look of anxiety on his face.
"The gold is in danger, we must help him." Guangming's shaking of the Erlenmeyer flask suddenly stopped. He looked back at the prophet, his eyebrows already furrowed: "Are you sure?" In this world now, the old gods are weak. Powerless, who else can threaten the safety of gold?
Could it be the heir of the god-killer? A thought flashed through Guangming's mind, or maybe someone opened a black hole in another world?
"Yes, gold is in danger." The prophet was very sure: "I have seen the future." He has the ability to predict the occurrence of some major events, such as the collapse of the World Tree.
And if Gold is killed, this will definitely be a major event that can affect the world. Because gold is not only a powerful force, but also the flowerpot of the World Tree. Only he can carry a new World Tree, and his importance is self-evident.
Facing the prophet's anxious expression, Guangming was a little distracted, and for a moment he didn't know what to do. Gold will be in danger, this matter is not in his consideration at all, and naturally he will not think of any countermeasures in advance.
But things often do not change according to human will. I thought that after Gold was resurrected, he would be able to conquer the world, but as soon as he took action, he encountered an enemy that could rival him.
I thought that no one could threaten the safety of gold, but now isn’t the danger coming? Guangming felt a little regretful at the moment and shouldn't have resurrected Gold in advance, but he couldn't be blamed - after Gospel retrieved the blood of the fallen king, he built the body and then submitted an application to Gold who was still in heaven.
When Jin agrees to be resurrected and return, this is beyond his control.
"Where are the others?" Guangming couldn't help but ask, he was asking about the other gods.
"I have exhausted my strength and sent them all to the location of the gold for reinforcements." The prophet's eyes were dim and he was visibly weak: "But this is not enough. The crisis of gold is still not resolved." Yes, even gold They are all in danger, and they, the gods, can't play a big role these days. The only thing they can do is to delay for a while.
"There is another way." Time waited for no one, and Guangming made up his mind without hesitation: "Take me back." The prophet didn't waste any time, reached out and grabbed Guangming's arm, and the two of them disappeared into the laboratory together.
The next moment, they all returned to the golden hall on the top of the mountain. There was no one in the hall, but the bustling scene of packed seats was still vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday.
The dozen or so Celestials who were sent by the prophet to stall for time are in serious danger. After today, this organization that once made the world fearful may no longer exist.
Guangming walked quickly towards the golden throne, followed closely by the prophet. But their goal was not the throne, but the statue of their ancestors that stood behind the throne.
Arriving in front of the statue, Guangming waved his hand, and countless cracks immediately appeared in the thick shell of the statue, and then fell off, revealing the core inside.
The core is also a smaller statue, about the size of an adult, emitting silvery white light, made of some unknown metal.
The surface of the statue is inlaid with dozens of spherical objects, large and small. These are all the God's Heart that the Celestial Clan took from the old gods after many years of hard work. Amaterasu's God's Heart is also among them.
Originally, there were still a few missing, but Gold has not been idle in the past few months. He killed many old gods and made up for the missing hearts of gods.
Now there is only one last step to try to resurrect the ancestors. But the probability of resurrecting the ancestors is still very low. If Guangming is given another month, he can increase the probability to more than 70%, but now the probability of success is less than 10%.
"Are you going to forcibly resurrect your ancestors?" the prophet asked from the side: "If you fail, all our years of hard work will be in vain."
"I know." Guangming looked at the statue of his ancestor, his eyes showing a hint of determination: "I have a method with a success rate of at least 95%."
"What method?" The prophet frowned. He glanced at Guangming, who seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly understood and said in a voiceless voice: "Do you...need to sacrifice yourself?" He had already guessed that Guangming was preparing to sacrifice himself. Increase the success rate of resurrecting ancestors.
Guangming said without looking back: "Sacrifice is out of the question. We will all return to the embrace of our ancestors after all." It's different!
The prophet secretly thought in his heart. They were created by their ancestors these days. For the first time, they had independent consciousness, felt the beauty of the world for the first time, and were able to live freely for the first time.
If you return to the embrace of your ancestors, there will be nothing left. Emotions, memories, experiences, personality, everything can only be transformed into pure energy without consciousness.
Damn it, it’s obviously only a month away. There was even a hint of resentment towards gold in the prophet's heart. If he had not acted rashly, he would not have been in danger and forced them to make this choice.
"After I return to the embrace of my ancestors, you will take over the Celestial Clan...forget it." Guangming originally wanted to explain something to the prophet, but when he thought that after today, the Celestial Clan might become history, he swallowed the rest of his words.
"After the ancestor is resurrected, everything will follow his will." Guangming said without hesitation or hesitation, he walked towards the statue in front of him, reached out to touch it, and transformed himself into pure energy into the statue.
As the most powerful member of the Celestial Clan, Guangming's strength is infinitely close to that of a god, and he is even qualified to complete the Trinity as long as he is willing.
But he never did this. He has been immersed in the laboratory since the beginning of his birth, preparing to resurrect his ancestors.
The prophet watched this scene helplessly, his mouth slightly open, but in the end he did not speak to stop it. He and Guangming have supported each other for many years and have reached this point together. No matter what, they cannot give up their years of hard work and give up resurrecting their ancestors.
So he could only respect Guangming's decision. Guangming's whole person turned into light particles like stars, which were countless highly concentrated spiritual seeds, like a miniature starry sky, all poured into the statue in front of him.
Under the sacrifice of light, the entire statue began to melt, like a liquid, enveloping all the hearts of gods embedded in it.
The prophet watched this scene nervously. The Celestial Clan's years of hard work and the sacrifices of countless brothers and sisters depended on whether it could succeed this time.
The entire statue turned into a sphere, suspended in the air and spinning at high speed, getting faster and faster, just like a star, constantly emitting light and heat through friction with the air, and generating a huge gravitational force.
The prophet retreated subconsciously, but an expression of joy appeared on his face. But soon, his expression froze, because the rotation of the ball slowed down again.
After all, the success rate of 95% is not 100%. Even if Guangming sacrifices himself, it is still a little short in the end, just a little bit.
"Sure enough, we will all return to the embrace of our ancestors after all." The prophet smiled bitterly, but he did not flinch. Instead, like a bright light, he resolutely walked towards the sphere that was gradually slowing down in front of him.
He was originally an idea born from the original spirit, and the meaning of his existence was to resurrect the original spirit.
When the prophet also turned into pure energy and invested it, the sphere began to rotate rapidly again. The rotation speed is getting faster and faster, and the light and heat emitted are getting stronger and stronger, and it is also accompanied by a huge gravitational force like a black hole.
The surrounding golden hall, which had stood for who knows how many years without falling, was pulled and collapsed under the huge gravitational force. Countless buildings flew horizontally and were submerged into the rotating sphere, and were directly broken down into the most basic atoms.
Finally, when the sphere rotates to the limit, it instantly blooms with almost endless light and heat. The incomplete hall was instantly vaporized, and the snowy mountain tops outside were also melting under the high temperature.
The whole process seemed long, but in fact it only lasted a few seconds. All the light shrank again, and finally condensed into a naked human body.
He couldn't tell the age, or even the gender. He has long silver hair, a majestic yet gentle temperament, and his dark eyes seem to be filled with countless bright stars, shining brightly.
Compared with the gold that is as dazzling as the sun, he is like the moon rising quietly. Saint. Original Spirit.
He has no name, perhaps he should have one, but he has long been lost in the long river of history. Those who knew him respected him as the Holy One, while his enemies called him the Primeval Spirit.
He is the first shadow the Great Lord casts on this world.
"Is it already this time?" the saint whispered to himself. The return of all the gods carried their emotions and memories, including the light and the prophet, so as soon as he was resurrected, he immediately knew the world well, and he also knew that the golden status.
But he wasn't nervous, gold wouldn't die that easily. With a pair of bright star eyes open, the saint looked around and observed the entire world, but could not find the whereabouts of the woman who killed him.
"Are you hiding?" The saint was a little regretful, but at the same time he was very relaxed. Since he recovered first, it meant that he won.
The next second, he disappeared on the spot, leaving only the flattened mountain tops and the sky full of wind and snow. ...a collection of fairy tales, the Forest of Dreams.
Huang Jin's heart was filled with astonishment. He had not experienced this emotion in countless years. He didn't expect that he would die twice after being resurrected for only a few months, and both times he would die at the hands of the same person.
Xu Cheng's entire chest and heart were wiped out by Xu Cheng's power of destruction, and Huang Jin's consciousness also dissipated and entered a state of death.
When all the gods saw this scene, they subconsciously showed joy. Everything they did was just to cover up the fact that Xu Cheng became stronger.
If Xu Cheng and Huang Jin were to fight alone, he would immediately notice that Xu Cheng's strength had increased and then choose to escape, but Xu Cheng would not be able to keep him.
But with the cooperation of the gods, Xu Zheng finally managed to hide the fact that his strength was enhanced, and he seized the opportunity to kill with one strike.
But it's not over yet. A flower soon grew on Huang Jin's corpse. Xu Cheng had already told them in this scene that the flowers would eventually bear fruit, and gold would be reborn from within.
All the gods took action again, attacking Jin's body at the same time. The corpse was destroyed in an instant, but the flower lost the nutrients provided by the corpse and was still growing. All attacks penetrated through it and failed to touch it.
"Flowers are just a form of expression. They are actually the blessings of the Great Lord taking effect." Yin Lisabai looked solemn and quickly judged the reason: "Our power is of no use to the Great Lord!" In the hearts of the gods Yilin seemed to remember something terrible, and their eyes all fell on Xu Cheng, hoping that he could create another miracle.
Xu Cheng stretched out his left hand and tried to destroy the flower with his power of destruction. Probably because it came from hell, the power of destruction was indeed able to touch the flower, but its attempt to destroy it failed.
The level of this flower is too high, at least higher than Xu Cheng's level, and the power of destruction cannot directly erase it.
The flowers also grow much faster than last time, and they bloom and bear fruit in a blink of an eye. When the gods saw this scene, their faces turned green. After finally killing Jin, they couldn't prevent him from resurrecting?
At this critical moment, Xu Cheng was calmer and grabbed the flower with his left hand again. But this time the target of the attack was changed, from destroying the flower to destroying its ability to grow.
This finally worked. The growth of the flowers slowed down, and the fruits that were supposed to be ripe finally stopped growing.
The gods were visibly relieved. Sure enough, Xu Cheng was the only one who could deal with gold. Xu Cheng was stepping up his output when he suddenly felt his back suddenly sink. Yin Lisabai and Amaterasu came up at the same time, pressing Xu Cheng's shoulders with both hands, sending their power to Xu Cheng to help him suppress the flower faster.
Then came Ephdi and Lolis, and finally Cronus and Yala, and the elephant-headed god Linga.
Seven gods took action at the same time to help Xu Cheng suppress the flowers. Although their individual strength was not as good as Xu Cheng's, their combined power should not be underestimated.
With the efforts of Xu Cheng and the seven gods, the flower not only stopped growing, but even showed signs of withering.
There's drama! Xu Cheng and the gods were all happy. They finally saw the dawn of victory. No need to urge them, they all stepped up their output.
At this moment, the face of fairy tale princess Loris changed.
"Someone broke in, all of them are gods."
