Humans evolved because of the grace of the gods.
Gods were born because of the faith of humans.
Which of the two came first? Who was the starting point, and who was the ending point?
This was the biggest mystery in the history of the Box Court.
However, the human world outside the Box Court had already come to a conclusion about this point.
At the end of the 20th century, which was known as the end of the human era, the widely accepted argument was that God created the world.
However, all the factors in the construction of the world, except for the "creation theory" supported by humans, had not been proven.
At the same time, the "support of humans" was the "guarantee of creation theory", which also meant that the construction of the world's laws was influenced by human subjective consciousness.
In other words, if the above theory was true, it meant that human principles were the truth of the universe.
This was obviously not true, at least the current Eight-cloud Ink could confirm this point.
Similarly, it was precisely because of the existence of this paradox that led to the final trial of humans.
In theory, if humans passed the final trial, they would be able to perfect human history from ancient times to the present and even the future. If they failed, they would usher in the destined ending — humans would be destroyed by themselves.
When Az Dahaka was defeated by Sixteen Nights as a human, the final round of the final trial of humans, the descent of the wind of decadence, had already begun the countdown.
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Mahesvara's face was as black as ink.
He had never expected Sun Wukong to appear.
He was no longer the Great Sage, Heaven's Equal, but the Victorious Fighting Buddha of Buddhism. His spiritual personality had been suppressed by Shakyamuni, causing his strength to be much weaker than before. Yet, Sun Wukong still showed strength that could not be ignored.
He alone blocked the siege of Mahesvara and the other six Guardians of the Twelve Heavenly Guardians and the Four Heavenly Sisters.
"Whoosh —!!!"
The staff swept out with rolling winds, forcing Brahma's attack back. Sun Wukong approached Mahesvara and swung his staff down.
"Ding —!!!"
The golden spear blocked Sun Wukong's Jingu Staff, and then Mahesvara opened his mouth and spat.
The golden light blurted out and turned into a sharp sword that pierced Sun Wukong's chest.
"Hmph!"
Under Mahesvara's shocked gaze, Sun Wukong did not dodge. Instead, the golden sword pierced through his chest, and then the staff smashed into Mahesvara's shoulder.
Crack —!
The sound of bones breaking.
Mahesvara was smashed into the ground by Sun Wukong's staff, creating a huge crater.
Sun Wukong, who wanted to take advantage of the situation, suddenly heard the sound of a pipa.
Dhrtarastra fiddled with the pipa in his arms. Waves of demonic music entered his ears, causing Sun Wukong's movements to suddenly become extremely slow.
Then, the rest of the people attacked from all directions.
"Boom —!!!!"
After the explosion, Goku's battered figure appeared in front of everyone.
His golden hair, which was originally as dazzling as an ear of rice, became extremely messy, and his golden soft armor was damaged in many places.
"Huff … Huff … If Ling Ge was still here … Damn it …!!"
Sun Wukong spat as he felt the power that was draining from his body.
"Sun Wukong, surrender."
Rakshasa Tian looked at Sun Wukong with an unfriendly expression. He had always been strongly opposed to Sakyamuni taking Sun Wukong into Buddhism.
Now that he had the chance to deal with this annoying fellow, Rakshasa Tian was a little excited.
Secretly, he even hoped that Sun Wukong would continue to resist stubbornly. In that case, given the current situation, they could completely kill the former Great Sage Equalling Heaven on the spot.
"… Hmph, hmph, hahaha … You want me to join you? You're still a million years too early! "
Sun Wukong laughed arrogantly, picked up the Jingu Bang, and charged toward the Earth Formation again.
At this moment —
In the distance, Az Dahaka's battlefield.
The mournful wail that resounded through the sky shook the heavens.
A huge golden beam of light shot into the sky.
Everyone looked in that direction in shock. Mahesvara, who was struggling to get up from the ground, ignored the injuries on his body. His lips trembled, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"… Defeated?! The Evil God of the Fire Worship Sect was defeated? How is that possible!!! "
"Nothing is impossible!"
Sun Wukong said proudly.
"A hero who upholds justice in his heart will never be defeated by the claws of the Evil God!"
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Eight-cloud Ink, who was struggling to resist the Buddhist counterattack, suddenly felt his body tremble.
An indescribable power rose from within his body.
"This is … the authority of the organizer?!"
Inexplicably, he understood the meaning of this power.
Originally, Eight-cloud Ink had accepted the position of the Eastern District's ruler, but he had never realized that he was different from before.
Only now did he understand that the reason for this was that his authority as the organizer had never been in his hands.
"… Although I don't understand what happened, it should be the masterpiece of my sister and the others."
Eight-cloud Ink grinned.
As the organizer authority returned to him, Eight-cloud Ink looked up at the beam of light that shot into the sky in the distance.
Az Dahaka's aura disappeared.
"Was the Three-Headed Dragon defeated …? I just saw Leticia return with the seriously injured Jack. There should only be Jiao Liu, Jialing, and the Masked Knight left. The three of them could defeat Az Dahaka? "
Until now, Eight-cloud Ink still didn't know that Yonglin Yagi had also participated in the game, and he didn't know that Yonglin Yagi had secretly borrowed the authority to host the game from him.
However, after Az Dahaka was defeated and he had the authority to host the game, Eight-cloud Ink quickly analyzed that someone else had participated in the battle.
[Although I don't know who it is, it should be him who borrowed the authority from me.]
Eight-cloud Ink clenched his fist tightly.
With the authority to host the game, he could forcibly host the Bestowment Game.
In an instant, Eight-cloud Ink thought of a way to deal with Road to Heaven.
Narrowing his eyes, he raised his right arm.
In the sky, black letters flew down like snowflakes.
Seeing this scene, the faces of Mahesvara and the others suddenly changed.
[Bestowment Game: FINAL FANTASY]
[Contestant Overview: All creatures in the underground city of Underwood]
[Contestant Victory Condition: After freely choosing a faction, kill all members of the opposing faction]
[Contestant Defeat Condition: All members of the same faction are killed]
[Note: 1. There are two factions. One is the organizer leading the fantasy faction, and the other is the participant Mahesvara leading the Buddhist faction. 2. Members of the community Greater Leiyin Temple will automatically be classified under Mahesvara and cannot choose the fantasy faction]
[Based on glory, flag, and fairness, host the Bestowment Game]
[Seal]
The rules of the game were very simple. Eight-cloud Ink only had one purpose, and that was to rescue all the members controlled by the Buddhist faction.
The moment the black letters took effect, all the people who couldn't help but attack their comrades because of the rules of the Road to Heaven felt their bodies become lighter.
The letters all over the sky explained the rules of the game to them in detail.
"Finally, we don't have to kill each other anymore!"
"It's time to fight back!"
"Ohhhh!!!!!"
"For the commander!!!"
"Floating Cannon Matrix Charging, Missile Silo Ready …"
…
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"Soul … Bastard!!!"
Mahesvara, who flew back to the sky, trembled.
The situation was not good.
They were going to lose.
Brahma flew to Mahesvara's side and whispered, "What do we do? Looks like we can only retreat first. "
Although he was very unwilling, Mahesvara knew very well that this operation was a complete failure.
He couldn't figure out how Az Dahaka was defeated.
The enemy's main combat power was concentrated here, but that damn three-headed dragon was still defeated!
"Useless guy!"
Mahesvara spat fiercely, and his face became paler and paler.
Retreating would not solve the problem.
This Bestowal Game was organized with the authority of the organizer of Eight-cloud Ink, and its nature was the same as the Demon King's Forced Game.
The game would never end until the winner was decided.
Even if they retreated temporarily, the central hub of the box court would still force them to come here and play the game.
Gritting his teeth, Mahesvara decided to summon reinforcements from the Tempest Temple.
The golden door of light reopened with a wave of his hand.
"Do you think I'll give you another chance?!"
Purple, who had been tricked, instantly appeared in front of Mahesvara, and raised his hand, causing the space where the two of them were to begin to collapse.
The opened golden door suddenly showed signs of instability.
Then —
A black beam of light shot out from the golden door, beyond the limit of everyone's vision, and pierced through the chest of Rakshasa Tian, who was closest to the golden door.
"Ugh —!!!!"
Rakshasa Tian widened his eyes, and he didn't understand what had happened until he died.
Then, a magnetic male voice with an accent came from the golden door.
"This world is also filthy …"
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