Fang Xiu walked step by step into the tall palace. The temple standing on the top of the mountain scattered divine light under the illumination of the light. The light seemed to be separated, with free dust in it shuttling back and forth, drifting from one line to another, like a holy temple shrouded in the light of heaven.
There are not so many complicated buildings inside the palace. There are no other buildings. There is only a long corridor that seems to have no end, and a temple.
Just walking in it, the more I walk, the more insignificant I feel.
Portraits of angels can be seen on the stained windows on both sides. The light shines through the portraits onto Fang Xiu, as if God's eyes are looking at him.
Fang Xiu's figure walking in the entire passage was like a tiny ant shuttling through the giant's palace. Looking up, he couldn't even see the exquisite paintings on the dome or the mythological epics that had been passed down from another world for thousands of years.
He walked along the temple passage that was thousands of meters high, crossed a silver door engraved with a vortex, and stood inside the temple through the slightly opened crack of the door.
The temple is open, forming a mysterious regular 17-gon, in which nine space portals can be seen. Once here, one should have been able to see nine huge portals open, forming a huge vortex surrounding the central throne.
These portals lead either to other kingdoms of inferior gods or to the kingdom of the true God.
There are seven deputy thrones under the central throne which is one hundred meters high. They are like servants crawling at the feet of the gods. They are the seats of angels under the throne of the gods. They are the deputy lords who control the world of gods.
At this moment, four of the seven seats with angel wings carved on them were empty. On two of the seats, two male angels in gorgeous clothes were lying dead. The gorgeous clothes were buckled with golden rings. Their holy bodies and wings were corroded by black. One had a big hole in his chest, and the other had a spear piercing his eye socket. They lay at the foot of the god's throne.
In front of the high ridge below the seats, two female angels embraced each other, one in a long skirt and the other in armor. They stabbed each other's chest with a long sword emitting divine power, and the true spirits of the two also dissipated together.
Golden blood stained the tulle dress, and one of the wings had turned black.
Fang Xiu passed by the two female angels and saw a golden light falling from the sky and landing on the tall, empty throne.
A figure appeared at the foot of the throne. It was a god wearing a silver robe. He dispersed his divine body and squatted at the foot of his throne like a mortal.
Fang Xiu did not stop at all, he climbed up the platform, stood under the throne, and looked at Him quietly.
Fang Xiu did not open his mouth or say anything. He knew at a glance that this was just a projection magic. This god preserved the scene of his final demise, as if he had something to say to the main god of another world. He already knew his fate.
The god's silver robe was stained with golden blood. He was holding a beautiful and delicate angel, his eyes were full of sadness. He sat quietly on the throne with empty eyes as if he had lost everything.
He watched his kingdom collapse and his holy city fall apart.
Watching his devout believers perish in their faith, and falling into depravity while shouting the name of the god they believe in.
One by one, their own saints rushed towards the sky like crazy, and degenerated into evil spirits in the endless fighting and madness. The souls of the petitioners wearing white holy robes disappeared into ashes in the pollution of the twilight of the world.
A fallen angel summoned a space rift that split the holy city apart. The indestructible divine realm was broken, and hundreds of thousands of believers who followed the gods to enjoy eternal life perished.
The god in silver robes looked at all this and suddenly turned his head, as if he had traveled through time and space to notice Fang Xiu. His eyes lost all their brilliance. When a god loses everything, he actually looks as weak as a mortal. “I am Guy, the storage god of the Vanderseye plane. This divine realm was once the storage realm that controlled the storage space of the entire plane. Among the seven worlds, I am also one of the most powerful subordinate gods.”
"However, with the arrival of Ragnarok, the God of Space was the first to fall. As a subordinate of the God of Demiplanes, I, the god and the body of the god, were also contaminated."
His eyes penetrated the temple and saw the collapse of the entire divine world and the fall of all believers. He laughed miserably, "Did you see this, too? It's ridiculous!"
"Who would have thought that the so-called eternal gods would be so helpless and weak."
He was inexplicably excited, as if he was afraid of death, and his words were full of reluctance and fear: "There is no true immortality! Even the sun that never goes out will eventually end in the twilight of the world!"
He spoke faster and faster, his syllables connected into one, and the person hugging the angel's body hugged him tighter. However, the cold body made Him feel even more desolate: "What we call eternity is just like the ridiculous fable that ordinary people say, 'Because I have never died, I am immortal!'"
He shouted loudly. Although he couldn't see Fang Xiu, he was trembling with excitement. His eyes, which had lost all their spirit, raised his doubts to the high and mighty Lord God: "Great Lord God, you claim to be the eternal Lord who will never fall, the controller of all things who controls and creates all things. Please tell me."
He shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes fixed on Fang Xiu: "Is there really such a thing as eternity in this world? Then, what is the secret of eternity?"
Fang Xiu quietly watched the demise of a god from another world, as if he personally felt his pain and despair.
Amidst his desperate wails, his divine realm and priesthood completely disintegrated, his divine body crumbled, and his last connection with the other world was severed.
He brought the entire divine realm down into the mountains and seas under the watchful eyes of all the gods.
Fang Xiu watched the projection completely dissipate. After a long while, he spoke up: "The secret of eternity? I... don't know!"
“Ding!”
The light dissipated, and an ancient silver ring fell to the ground. The intense light turned into a beam of light that rushed into the sky. A vast divine power surged out from it and did not disappear for a long time.
As its power began to weaken, the power of the entire holy city completely collapsed and dissipated. Even the fluctuations of divine power that were originally so powerful that they spread throughout the entire floating island began to disappear.
Fang Xiu picked it up. The silver ring exuded powerful divine power. The entire ring was made entirely of mythical materials, but the original power of rules had completely dissipated, leaving only an embryo that had lost all the power of rules.
"Is this a divine artifact?" Fang Xiu immediately recognized that this was the divine artifact of this god. As gods, most of them only have one divine artifact, which is the instrument that carries the power of their rules.
However, because this subordinate god gave up all his priesthood and divine power, this artifact has fallen from the level of artifacts. But it is still far superior to ordinary extraordinary props. After all, it was once a divine artifact.
To put it in a vivid metaphor, this is like a cultivator who has dispersed all the talismans, restrictions and magic power in his body, but the foundation of his soul is still there, so he can naturally restore it easily.
From this we can also see the limitations of gods. Their power comes from the laws of the world. Once they are separated from the world, their thrones will collapse, their faith will be destroyed, and all their power, including the so-called eternal life, will no longer exist.
"I will return this thing to you in the future. I will not covet your personal belongings!"
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The underworld of the underworld, the city of the underworld emperor.
Yin Tianzi stood in front of the reincarnation platform, watching the golden true spirit fall onto the platform. The golden origin spread and dyed the dark and gloomy underworld, and it seemed to be transformed into a heavenly Buddhist kingdom in an instant.
And as the light sank, the golden light began a new life along with the reincarnation system of the mountain and sea world.
From then on, this god from another world washed away all the marks of his original world, bore the mark of the world of mountains and seas, and became a complete citizen of the world of mountains and seas.