Guan Estuary, underground ruins.
Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and discovered that his Divine Sense was on a statue of a deity.
Moreover, there seemed to be some kind of power binding him.
He could only attach himself to the statue.
"What's going on?" Yang Jian didn't understand.
He was one of the top third-generation disciples of the Jade Void Temple!
Under the guidance of his teacher and the Sage, he had already resonated with several projections of the various worlds.
Logically speaking, as long as this world had his legend.
When his Divine Will arrived, a 'Perfected Lord of Purity and Magic' or 'Perfected Lord Erlang Xiansheng' that matched the knowledge and psionic power level of this world would naturally be born out of thin air.
But now, he was restricted to this statue and couldn't move.
Even the range of activity of his Divine Will was restricted to a few miles underground.
Thus, he tried to use his divine power and tried to establish a connection with the Spirit Sea of this world.
The Spirit Sea was the sea of faith and also the sea of myths.
As long as he could establish a connection, then he could mobilize the myths and legends of this world, trigger the storm of faith in the Spirit Sea, and establish a path that belonged to him in this world.
However...
As soon as he tried, cracks appeared on the surface of the bronze statue.
In his Divine Will, there was a sudden impulse.
It was as if if he did that, it would definitely attract disaster.
Yang Jian had no choice but to give up.
However, his attempt was not without results.
He saw the Spirit Sea on the other side of this world.
On the other side of the world where countless myths and legends and beliefs settled.
At the bottom of the Spirit Sea, there were terrifying deformed words.
In a hasty glance, Yang Jian only saw one sentence.
It was words pieced together from the flesh and blood of countless deformed monsters.
Indescribable words.
Although it was just a quick glance, Yang Jian almost lost his Dao Heart.
Fortunately, he had a clone that had fallen into the 'Perfected Lord of Darkness' in the world of Journey to the West.
The main body had turned into countless squirming unintelligent eyeballs.
In a sense, it was also a monster.
Therefore, he could barely decipher the meaning of those words.
No living gods can enter this world!
Although that might not be the original meaning, the general meaning was about right.
"No living gods can enter this world?!"
Yang Jian took a deep breath. "I see!"
No living gods can enter this world!
Does it mean that living gods can't enter?
"Rules?"
"Rules for Heaven and Earth?"
"This is the method of a Sage!"
But …
Yang Jian sensed the psionic waves in this world.
Even though he was trapped here, his Divine Will could still easily sense the various high-energy reactions in this world.
A moment later, he furrowed his brows.
In this world, there were the reactions of many 'deities'.
Basically, it was the path of becoming a god through incense.
"Don't enter living gods?" Yang Jian didn't quite understand. What was going on?
Also, if the rules of Heaven and Earth were like this, how did he come in?
"Something's wrong!" Suddenly, Yang Jian's enormous bronze nose twitched slightly.
"Something's wrong with the Joss Flame Legion of Gods!"
As Perfected Immortals of the Heavenly Courts, mighty figures who projected themselves into the various realms.
Even though it was only a trace of divine will, Yang Jian could clearly sense that something was wrong with the Joss Flame Gods.
But what exactly was wrong?
He couldn't say it.
After much consideration, Yang Jian finally made up his mind.
"Then let me see what kind of existence you Joss Flame Gods are."
As he spoke, he opened the divine eye on his forehead.
This was his innate divine ability!
It was also an innate divine ability!
The moment it opened, it shone in all directions.
…
The Sahara Desert.
It was originally a windless and cloudless weather.
Suddenly …
Clouds appeared in the sky.
The clouds coupled and gradually formed the shape of an eye.
The eye shone into the buried pyramid under the desert.
The pyramid buried in the desert suddenly trembled.
It seemed to have sensed an intruder.
In the depths of the pyramid, inside a coffin made of gold.
The mummy wearing the golden jackal mask suddenly woke up.
The golden coffin separated.
The mummy sat up. "Who is spying on the Great Anubis?"
However, the clouds above his head turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The mummy in the golden coffin lay down again after sensing for a moment.
However, even he did not notice that.
The body of the ancient Egyptian God of Death had long been torn into pieces by some strength.
Lying in the coffin was only a sewn up corpse.
The most important thing was …
Around the golden coffin, rows of golden pots that even he did not notice surrounded the coffin in a certain way.
Inside the pots were organs that looked like gold.
The organs that belonged to Anubis!
This ancient Egyptian God of Death had long been killed by someone at some point in time.
However, later on, someone collected his remains and organs and set up a strange ritual here.
He did not even know that he had already died.
…..
The states of the Northern Land of Qin.
At this time, it was the long summer night.
The sky was filled with stars, decorating the starry sky.
Suddenly …
Amidst the stars, a golden eye appeared.
The eye shone on the land under the starry sky.
Countless experts sensed the prying eyes on them, and all of them tensed up.
"Intruder?" They looked up uneasily.
And the defense system of the Northern Land of Qin was also activated.
The power of the Asgard gods began to appear.
In the void, the figure of a one-eyed god appeared.
He asked the prying eye in the starry sky, "Who is spying on the Great Odin?"
But after seeing the one-eyed god, the eye immediately dissipated.
The one-eyed god frowned.
"Who?" He did not understand, but he could not wake up. He could only slowly dissipate.
But Odin and his gods would not know.
That eye had already seen through them.
The divine eyes of the Perfected Lord of Qingyuan Miaodao were born extraordinary.
They could see through the hypocrisy and see the truth.
Therefore, under the Perfected Lord's divine eyes, all disguises no longer existed.
The one-eyed Odin's seemingly strong body was actually flowing with divine blood.
The divine blood was dark green and emitted a rancid smell.
It was not just Odin.
The other gods were the same.
However, they did not know it at all.
They would not know that their divine bodies were actually sewn together by a kind of text written with their divine blood.
Neil Characters!
The words that had once given the Arthas the power.
Obviously, the gods of Odin had been broken into and dragged out to be killed one by one.
But in the end, for some unknown reason, the killer sewed their divine bodies back together with the power of the Neil Characters.
…..
The Church of Bone.
The King of Angels suddenly became vigilant.
He felt that something terrifying was spying on the secrets of the Great Lord and Father.
"Who?" He stretched out his hand, and a huge light sword appeared in his hand.
The King of Angels, who was once thought that he could not walk out of the Church of Bone, actually rose up.
But …
When he appeared on the Church of Bone, he did not see anything.
…..
Cape Town.
The Angel of Death frowned.
He felt as if some secret had been seen.
And that secret was related to the foundation of his existence.
But …
When he raised his head, he did not find anything.
…..
In the Felan Kingdom, in the Invalides Courtyard.
The divine eyes shone on the sleeping Emperor.
Dong dong dong!
There was a heart beating!
The sleeping Emperor seemed to have reached the limit of waking up and returning.
Traces of flames appeared around the coffin.
But the flames slowly dissipated.
The coffin of the Emperor also returned to peace.
…..
"So that's how it is..." in the underground ruins, Yang Jian retracted his mystical ability.
"This world is a pig farm!" He muttered to himself, "Someone is raising those gods of incense!"
People raised pigs to be slaughtered during the new year.
Then, what was the intention of the person who raised the gods of incense?
However, Yang Jian did not care about this matter.
Because those gods of incense were obviously not the focus of this world.
Compared to those things, Yang Jian was more curious about the east of this world.
The active reaction of the gods …
In the archipelago in the east, he saw a terrifying monster wriggling underground and roaring.
Under the waves of the ocean, there were lives that were comparable to the Primordial Remnants of the Primordial Era active.
There were even traces of True Dragon activity.
More importantly …
Yang Jian also saw powerful psionic power lying dormant in Jiuzhou.
There was a huge divine mountain that obviously did not belong to this world that was slowly merging with this world.
The power of the divine mountain slowly seeped out.
And it was gradually changing this world.
To be precise, it should be a corner of this world.
If Yang Jian was not mistaken …
"If those divine mountains eventually merge with this world …"
"Then, the area affected by its radiation will be separated from this world …"
In other words …
In the future, a part of this world would be separated from this world and become an independent new world.
Even now, this sign was very obvious.
It was as if a curtain was falling on the entire world.
The east and west were gradually separating.
One day in the future.
The east of this world would be led by the power of the divine mountains and become an independent new world.
The sky was round and the earth was round!
As for the other parts, they would be left behind and stay where they were.
"This is probably also the work of a Saint!"
"It even involves the schemes of a Saint!" Yang Jian thought and silently sealed off everything he saw.
He even cast a divine incantation.
Only when he saw the Sky Lord would the seal be opened and these memories would appear again.
There was no other way!
In front of the schemes of a Saint, if he was not careful, he would be involved.
Then, his life and death would be out of his control!
He had seen many, many examples of this.
The disciples of the Lord of Numinous Treasure were like this. They were all schemed against.
Even as a Saint, the Lord of Numinous Treasure was helpless and could only sigh helplessly!
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