Hand It Over
The blood-red figure, seemingly both demonic and divine, wielded a weapon of indescribable color, causing the entire world to shift. Crimson covered everything, and a magnificent blood-red city descended, engulfing the Chief Gods.
Heavenly Soul felt a stinging sensation as he stared directly at it, quickly realizing that an extraordinary battle was taking place inside.
"No way, these powerful Fourth-Generation Main Gods are going to die like weeds?"
Seeing that the Chief Gods had been covered by the Blood City for more than ten minutes without any sign of breaking through, Heavenly Soul became more and more convinced of this result.
The ancient deity, who had lived for tens of thousands of years and was a supreme being in the Divine Court World, had no chance to resist in front of that blood-red figure.
Have these guys in the Divine Court really wasted all that time? Have they been spending tens of thousands of years doing nothing but boring mating?
Heavenly Soul thought the Faith Side was utterly useless.
"The natives of the Land of Darkness are still strong. I guess the Divine Court will be like a classic villain, killing the younger ones only to have the older ones come to the rescue, constantly feeding the enemy kills to level up."
The Heavenly Soul couldn't understand the bizarre divine succession system and the system of slumber and awakening in the Divine Court, and then prepared to return to Ming Yuanwu's head.
"I can't wait any longer. Let's overwrite Ming Yuanwu's consciousness. There's no need to worry about being discovered. Based on my observation, that Evil God called 'Scholar' can't enter the Divine Court in his true form; a Career Panel isn't surprising."
Heavenly Soul returned to the palace where Ming Yuanwu was lying in a menacing manner, only to find that there was another person in the magnificent room.
A young girl who looked calm, even indifferent, was wearing a plain-colored robe.
Clotho, the Ninth-Generation Goddess of Life whom the Goddess of Light introduced before. I wonder what she's doing here.
Like a stray dog patrolling its territory, Heavenly Soul returned to Ming Yuanwu's head and retrieved their chat history from Ming Yuanwu's memory.
The silence was blank; neither of them said anything. Then, Clotho suddenly appeared and looked at Ming Yuanwu, Ming Yuanwu was dumbfounded as he pulled up his pants.
Wow, there's even a bomb!
The two stared at each other in bewilderment, while a Heavenly Soul stood by, overseeing the scene.
"Have you noticed anything unusual lately?" Clotho asked abruptly.
Ming Yuanwu, his head filled with questions, asked in bewilderment:
"What? What's wrong? What are you doing here? I'm not getting married."
Clotho paused for a moment, then handed a Deity Statue to Ming Yuanwu. The Deity Statue was pure white with golden patterns, only the size of a palm, but it felt heavy in the hand.
"This is a miniature version of the divine guidance, the divine position of the Light Chief God. Give it a try."
Ming Yuanwu looked confused, but still reached out and took the Deity Statue.
In the next instant, a magnificent and supreme feeling burst forth from his heart, giving him a jolt!
Infinite light surged from the Void, a golden river of faith flowed through the Celestial Rail, and the prayers of countless people resounded deep within his consciousness.
This feeling! There's no mistake, this is the feeling of inheriting a divine position!
Following his position Wisdom Main God, Ming Yuanwu also became the tenth Light Chief God!
In this place, he is considered a world-class dual-god international student, a multi-talented expert in advanced studies.
"Can it be inherited? Am I a weapon of divine power, something you can just jump on whenever you want?" Ming Yuanwu was so shocked that the words flew out before he could even think straight.
Clotho frowned, then turned and left.
In the instant she left, she tilted her head slightly and glanced at the top of Ming Yuanwu's head.
Heavenly Soul met her gaze.
"She can see me!"
The Heavenly Soul was under immense pressure; if it weren't for the lack of those functions, it would have defecated and urinated right now.
"Mom! It seems I can inherit divine positions indefinitely!"
After fiddling with control of the Celestial Rail for a while, Ming Yuanwu thought to himself with some delight.
Although the share of Power of Faith from the Light Chief God was directly absorbed by the Career Panel, this demonstrates Ming Yuanwu's potential!
As long as he continues to inherit the divine position, the authority of the Celestial Rail will continue to increase. No matter how large the share of those sleeping previous gods is, they cannot withstand him taking one divine position after another.
As long as he continues to inherit the divine position, the Power of Faith will continue to be consumed by the Career Panel...
Ming Yuanwu's excited expression froze.
"Then what's the point of me inheriting the divine position? Just to give more Power of Faith to the Career Panel?"
After pondering for a moment, Ming Yuanwu finally decided to try to inherit more divine positions. After all, so many Chief Gods had died in the Divine Court recently, so it would be a waste not to take them on.
If you have enough divine positions and your Career Panel can't hold them all, why not spare a little for yourself?
"I have decided to continue to inherit the divine position. What do you think?" Ming Yuanwu cried out from the depths of his consciousness.
But Heavenly Soul has not spoken a word since Clotho left.
"Mom?"
Ming Yuanwu sensed something was wrong and shouted.
Heavenly Soul still did not respond, or rather, there was no need to respond.
In a daze, Ming Yuanwu saw a small figure radiating golden light emerge from the depths of his consciousness.
The little man's outline was very similar to his, but his aura was completely different; it was an aura of superiority, looking down on all living beings.
"Give it to me! Tongtian Proxy Online!"
Father Tali Lang was enveloped in an unknown, Chaos light, his body trembling slightly, but his face remained calm as he peered upwards.
The radiance seemed to be slowly devouring something within him, causing his body to tremble slightly. His muscles, nerves, and even similar structures in his bones were spasming involuntarily, like a machine about to fall apart in its final struggle before death.
If we were to say which area suffered the most severe losses during this invasion of Gold-Label Survivor in the Land of Darkness, it would undoubtedly be District 66666.
Some regions were forced to flee due to the threat of the new civilization, while others were enslaved by the newly arrived civilization. In some areas, without strong Survivors, death was the only outcome... The diverse experiences of life show that the arrival of a new civilization is merely a stage in the Survival Game, largely dependent on luck.
But those Survivors were much luckier than the Survivors in District 66666; they either survived or died peacefully.
To die peacefully is a rare luxury.
Father Tali Lang stopped his gaze, which had been searching for the unknown, and looked painfully at the blurry ground ahead.
That area was originally the Domain Lord 66666, where more than 15,000 Survivors were active, with only a few going out to do Exploration Quest.
But now, they have all turned into clumps of living, festering flesh.
Living in a state of Chaos, ignorance, and agony, their surfaces oozing thick, yellowish-green pus, the air thick with the stench of decay and rust, emitting wails that seem to come from the deepest depths of hell.
Tali Lang felt his body decaying and unknown structures growing. His flesh and blood had rotted away, but his bones held him firmly, like a withered tree that had been soaked in blood. His soul was also falling.
He closed his eyes and began to reminisce as if in a dream.
It was just another quiet, ordinary day in the Land of Darkness. District 66666, like other well-developed regions in the world, was developing steadily.
Like other regions, it welcomed the arrival of a new civilization, but something seemed amiss.
A vast, magnificent, decaying palace; I can't recall its color or shape.