Boom!!
A strange transparent aura soared into the sky.
In the ruins, the angels and witches who were left in the war were shocked. They saw an unforgettable scene.
Whoosh —
He stood at the huge square entrance of the tower, facing the light of dusk outside, casting a faint shadow of a huge black fog that covered four witch towns on the ground.
Divine light lingered like a miracle, as if he was the only true God in the world.
"His body pierces through the clouds...
"The great God who created all life!"
The world seemed to be silent for a moment. Even Professor Nasica widened her eyes and looked at the distorted tall figure in the sky in disbelief.
Fu Qingjun did not care about the ants on the ground. He was used to it on the desk. He walked past the guardhouse with a calm expression. He took one step at a time and slowly went upstairs.
He said calmly, "Return the souls of the dead.
"Then, go back to my room and find a phone to bring back...
"After my third transformation, the entrance of the world tunnel is finally the size of a fist. I should be able to pass through it... If I bring back my phone, I won't be so bored every day."
As a modern person, he completely realized how painful it was to not have a phone and the Internet.
The Internet was difficult to solve. He had to get his own phone first.
And the phone would also become a sharp tool for him to organize a lot of gang information. Modern smartphones were far superior to the super cumbersome computers of the World War II era.
Yes, it was said that in that terrifying technological country, not only did robots appear, but there were also electronic computers.
Perhaps now, instead of being in the World War II era of the past, it would be better to say that the World War II era of this world was only a hundred years late.
Whoosh!
Fu Qingjun's black hair danced coldly in the sky, like an endless whip lashing in the void, shuttling through the fog, sucking the soul fog that filled the entire room.
Strong winds swept.
The huge distorted shadow was like a world vortex that turned into a boundless starry sky.
A large number of souls were returning.
...
In the distance.
A feathered serpent figure stood tall.
Its bones were broken and stained with blood, but it held a golden flower bud weapon in its hand. Its arm was hanging down.
"The strong are always worthy of respect."
The powerful Black-Winged Angel Witch, You Xi, stood in front of the figure with admiration in her eyes.
This inconceivable man had actually forcefully delayed their footsteps, obstructing a large number of troops that were rushing over to buy time for the Quetzalcoatlus train, allowing the other party to escape.
Although he was a Fourth Realm cultivator, he was still killed by them in the end.
All of a sudden, she seemed to have sensed something. She looked at the gigantic god that blotted out the sky and covered the earth as he walked up the stairs step by step.
"Our world … is returning to chaos?!"
There was an irrepressible shock on her face. "Our world seems to be collapsing, turning into a single point!!"
In the distance, a group of core experts of the Black-Winged Angel Guards were dumbfounded.
The descent of that existence seemed to have broken through the barrier of the world, pulling the surroundings into another dimension. The world was distorted, and space-time was meandering. It was as if it had turned into a black hole, and the entire world was in chaos.
Yes.
They were horrified to find that the world was turning into chaos.
The entire world was distorted. The tall buildings, towers, corpses, and even themselves were all distorted, turning into colorful starry vortexes. It was as if an abstract artist's masterpiece had fallen into an endless sea of stars.
However, that was not the true distortion of the world. It was a huge illusion caused by Fu Qingjun's soul, which was far larger than theirs, and the majestic soul vortex was absorbing and pulling their souls!
It was like a huge celestial body, an energy sun that was billions of times larger than their bodies. Just its gravitational force alone could suck in the surrounding small stars of the same origin, spin around it, and finally return to its embrace.
It was as if the stars had returned to a singularity, reshaping the Big Bang.
"No! Don't look at him directly! "
Someone shouted.
Someone shouted in horror. "That's … that's the God of Life, Amiro! The primordial god hidden in the void, walking in countless worlds. His entire body is made up of endless living beings, and he is sucking us back! "
God should not be looked at directly!
This unbelievable thought exploded in everyone's mind.
They hurriedly bowed their heads and retreated, hiding in the buildings and the broken towers. They closed their eyes, hoping that the huge scene of the unknown world would let them go …
This scene shattered their arrogance. For the first time in their lives, they realized how huge the world was, and how insignificant everything in the universe was around them.
Everyone hid in horror.
Fu Qingjun looked calm as he walked up the stairs of the residential building step by step, like a child who had left home and returned to his hometown. His expression was full of nostalgia. "I haven't been back for a long time. There are ant nests under my feet, and even the stairs are broken."
His hair was very light.
But when there were more of them, they formed a huge human body, which was also very heavy. Every step he took slowly crushed the buildings and towns on the Stairway of Earth.
Boom!
A heavy and dull earthquake sounded, and the buildings on the ground kept shaking. It was as if a mini earthquake had broken out in the entire kingdom.
In this heavy and dignified suffocating atmosphere, no one dared to speak.
Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and stood there like statues. They looked at the ancient deity waving the innumerable round black pillars as he left step by step and disappeared completely.
After a long silence, someone suddenly spoke.
"You have angered the first ancient god who gave life!" An old white-winged holy angel who had become a captive cried loudly and shed tears of blood.
…
…
"Woo!"
Professor Nasica hid in the shadows, her pupils dilated, and she covered her mouth tightly. She could not help but follow behind. There was a crazy voice in her heart shouting, "Catch up to him! Catch up to him! "
To her, this was like seeing the greatest dream.
The greatest dream.
She was a historian who studied ancient history, mythology, and even the ruins of the ancient Anunnaki civilization. She had witnessed the strongest ancient god in the description …
"On the first day, Amiro gave life!" She climbed up the huge Cloister of Sky and began to murmur the first records in the ancient stone slabs.
Her choice to observe the destruction of the entire civilization was indeed the right choice.
In the destruction of the prehistoric civilization hundreds of thousands of years ago, she actually saw the first record in the stone slabs … the God of Creation.
Did Earth really have a God of Creation in the distant prehistoric years?
She had once studied the Anunnaki God Descending Three Heavens written by "those people" who came from heaven, but she still could not believe the God who created the world.
But now, she could swear that this was something she had never seen in her thirty years of life.
She did not know what it was.
But she was sure that it was definitely something far beyond the scope of human knowledge.
"He, the vast and majestic wriggling fog, the specific shape of which could not be seen. It was a mass of endless black fog that constantly expanded and contracted, like the tentacles of some deep-sea mollusk, stretching its soft thorns wantonly in an abominable manner."
"He, like a huge black, silent, and cold mountain range in the distant dark abyss of the starry sky, an eternal existence, coldly watching this land."
Everything had grabbed her by the throat, and the most primitive fear was released from the depths of her genes.
"He, I cannot look directly at him. If I look directly at him for more than three seconds, my soul will begin to shake. If I look at him for more than five seconds, I will feel physical symptoms similar to a high fever, and my soul will begin to float out and return to his embrace." She kept testing the degree of her gaze and the terrible phenomenon it produced.
From this point of view, Professor Nasica was indeed a qualified and sensitive scientist who was highly adaptable.
"But, is this the Creator who created the world, the universe, and the stars, Amiro?"
Professor Nasica looked up at the behemoth, as if a human was looking at a towering mountain, humble and insignificant, but she showed a deep sense of loss.
The God of Creation was completely different from the god she had imagined.
Not loving, not peaceful, incomparably cold, with an eternal deathly stillness. In his own eyes, there was even a terrifying, morbid, strange, and profane atmosphere of blasphemy. Rather than calling him a god, it was better to be closer …
Demon.
Creation … Demon?
This completely overturned her positive understanding of the entire system of gods.
In the myths on Earth, the God of Creation was a bright, great, and kind white-haired old man, a strong human with a giant axe, and a hermaphrodite humanoid creature …
In any case, it was a humanoid god who created human beings.
However, her expression suddenly changed.
She had studied too much history. She had traveled this new continent for countless years, studying ancient history.
She knew that most of the myths and histories of the indigenous people in this world were fabricated by people in that era. The ancients often used their own image as a template to create stories, and their own lives to create the lives of gods. Therefore, almost all gods were humanoid, and they must have eyes, ears, a mouth, and a nose …
But maybe this was what a real god looked like?
"Why should he follow the human aesthetic standards? Humans are small and powerless, and ridiculous! In the entire galaxy, in the face of the stars, humans are not even bacteria! "
He would care for humans?
He would be a kind, humanoid creature who cared for humans in accordance with the human aesthetic standards?
Don't flatter yourself.
This was a true Primordial God.
She thought for a long time, but still couldn't help but be excited. Suddenly, she knelt on the ground and shouted, "The eternal slumber is not the dead. In the mysterious ancient times, even death will disappear."
"Only they live forever."
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