When Sixteen-Winged God and the throne of the divine realm were smashed into ashes by the World-Annihilating Sword, the outcome of this battle was already sealed.
The jewels embedded in the throne disappeared, and the throne sent them away before it completely disappeared. This was a brilliant teleportation spell. Jingbai saw it clearly, but he couldn't be bothered to stop it.
He was the King of Swords, and naturally didn't need to bother with this drowning dog who had fled in panic.
But the divine realm had invaded Earth this time and stirred things up, so he still had to show his strength.
Killing just Sixteen-Winged God wasn't satisfying enough.
At this thought, Jingbai raised his sword fingers and cut a hole in the air that led straight to the divine realm.
Without thinking too much, he put his hands behind his back and stepped into the air that led to the divine realm.
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At the same time, Wang Ling, who had been watching the battle from below, was sucked into a snow-white spiritual world. This was the throne's request after it was destroyed, and after thinking about it, Wang Ling accepted it.
As the saying went, a dying man's words were kind …
Wang Ling saw what the throne looked like after it died. It was a man whose face couldn't be seen clearly. He had a pair of wings and floated slightly in the air like a phantom.
When a man died, his soul was his soul, and when a god died, he was nothing.
This was the phantom of the throne after it died.
"I lost," the throne said. There seemed to be some regret in its words, but it was clearly too late for regret.
Wang Ling stared at the throne, his expression as calm as an ancient well.
"You have a lot of doubts in your heart. You can find the answers to them in the divine realm, "the throne said faintly.
Wang Ling didn't reply.
The throne had indeed guessed correctly, and he did indeed have a lot of doubts.
Especially after learning about the divine realm, he was very confused.
He was confused about whether there was a way to help him control his power.
He was confused about what the way of life in the divine realm was like.
His main concern was whether there were crispy noodle snacks to eat in the divine realm …
The phantom on the throne looked at Wang Ling. "Your past and future are nothing. Do you know why? I think this is what you're most confused about … "
Wang Ling: "…"
"I'm going to disperse. The death of a god is also a kind of release."
Speaking up to this point, Xu Ling's lower body had already begun to gradually disappear. He turned to Wang Ling. "Have you ever wondered why you're still single …"
Wang Ling's face was as calm as an ancient well.
"You've sealed your power, and you've also sealed your emotions …"
"…"
"You are destined to become one of us, but the time has not come yet …"
By now, more than half of the throne's ethereal spirit had disappeared.
Before he disappeared completely, he left Wang Ling one last sentence: "Maybe when you grow old, you'll still be square dancing with many other gods in the divine realm …"
"…"
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In the God Realm, a place that Jingbai had almost forgotten.
This world was bright and filled with vegetation. Countless spiritual bodies could be seen shuttling back and forth. These spiritual bodies were all deities.
The moment Jingbai stepped into the divine realm, the spirit bodies in the air gathered from all directions to finally form a divine figure, and an ethereal voice rang out from the air. "Divine Realm, Wing God reminds you that safety comes first among thousands of paths. If you break the rules without permission, your loved ones will cry …"
This was Ninety-Eight Winged God.
"Call your Thousand-Winged God to see me." Jingbai raised his hand, and a sword light shot out from between his fingers. In a flash, Ninety-Eight Winged God was reduced to ashes.
He couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with Ninety-Eight Winged God.
This was the first time they had combined, and it wouldn't last long. Everything had to be done quickly.
The godly power here was like an ocean, and the endless energy was like raging waves. Even people from the Domain of the Gods who came here would be disintegrated immediately, let alone cultivators on Earth. Their bodies were too weak, and they would be crushed into ashes in a flash by the energy. If he hadn't been in this combined state, Jingbai wouldn't have dared to stay here for too long.
Thus, in the divine realm, what Jingbai saw were actually spiritual bodies. They lived in another form of life, like wind, but not wind, and like light, but not light. It was only when foreign enemies invaded that these spiritual bodies combined and turned into Wing Gods.
The more wings they had, the stronger they were.
The gods of the divine realm shared all their wisdom, memories, and senses.
When Jingbai slashed at Ninety-Eight Winged God, he could clearly sense the spiritual bodies swimming in the air wailing. There were the sobs of babies, the cries of children, and the low, sorrowful teardrops of adults.
After Ninety-Eight Winged God disappeared, Jingbai waited a few dozen seconds, and the spiritual bodies in this area instantly gathered in one direction. Like countless fish condensing in the air, they piled up bit by bit from the thighs to the legs, the torso, the hands, the neck, the head, and finally the hundred wings on the back.
"I said, call your Thousand-Winged God to see me!" Jingbai had already raised his hand, intending to kill the hundred-winged god in front of him.
Hundred-Winged God pleaded for mercy. "Your Majesty, please be merciful."
Jingbai withdrew his hand. "It seems that you've reflected on your actions?"
Hundred-Winged God flapped its wings, and countless divine feathers drifted down like flower petals in a peaceful and peaceful manner.
The next second, the pure white and flawless divine feathers formed talisman characters in the air, and a holy scroll fell into Jingbai's hand.
"What is this?" Jingbai didn't open it.
"Thousand-Winged God's letter of reflection," replied Hundred-Winged God. He had shrunk his body and was level with Jingbai as a sign of respect, like a little brother who didn't dare act rashly at all.
"Just one letter of reflection? Not enough, not enough! "Jingbai snorted.
"Then Your Majesty means …"
"According to the Earth calendar, from the end of my master's summer break, he must write a letter of reflection every day. In addition, apart from a letter of reflection, does your Thousand-Winged God have any remedial measures at all? "
"Lord Jingbai, there are remedial measures. In this letter of reflection … "Hundred-Winged God wiped at his cold sweat." We have decided to restore the planet that Divine Dao Star devoured. In addition, we will punish the spiritual body of 16-Winged God and Star Lord of Divine Dao Star, who went out to expand on their own … "
"The Divine Dragons were created by you. You can decide how you want to punish them. But apart from these, is there nothing else? "Jingbai asked.
"Of … of course there is …" Hundred-Winged God: "We will resurrect all the innocent creatures who died in this battle … At the same time, we will send someone to establish diplomatic relations with the Domain of the Gods …" Hundred-Winged God said weakly.
"Think again." Jingbai frowned.
"Then, apart from the Domain of the Gods, we will also establish diplomatic relations with Earth …" Hundred-Winged God was a little alarmed.
"No! Think again! "Jingbai was a little anxious. He put his finger on Hundred-Winged God's neck. "If you can't think of anything, I'll poke you to death with one finger and have your Thousand-Winged God think for you!"
"Crispy noodle snacks! We will give you a planet's worth of crispy noodle snacks!! "
"Not bad, you're worth teaching …"
Jingbai nodded and put down his finger.
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