The high priest never imagined that what he thought was a sacrifice for God would be completely ignored by God.
Whether he is there or not makes little difference; God will ultimately still come.
He only learned of this at the moment of God's presence, which shows that God never trusted him.
His loyalty only earned him these things, which filled him with a sense of desolation.
He looked at the woman and asked, "Can I see God? I wish I could see God."
"No need. God has already seen you. If He wants you to see Him, you can see Him."
If you didn't see it, it means He didn't intend for you to see it.
The high priest was not surprised by this answer.
In his view, God is omniscient and omnipotent, and since God did not let him see Him, it means that God did not intend to meet him.
He is now of no value to God, so why would God want to see him?
But he still wouldn't give up, asking, "Does God still need me? Can I still do things for Him?"
He lived to be over two hundred years old entirely thanks to God's blessings. Without God's blessings, he would have aged and died much sooner.
The woman smiled and said, "You should know that after God descends, everyone in this world will become a believer in God."
The whole world will be kept by God, and people will become numb, extreme, and puppets without independent thought.
The civilization of this world has essentially been destroyed.
You knew the consequences, yet you still faithfully served God.
You have betrayed your world. I despise someone like you, so why would God care about you?
Besides, He only needs a thought to do anything, so what can you do for God?
The high priest was utterly desperate; it meant he had been abandoned, and even though he had done a wonderful job, the gods no longer needed him.
He betrayed all of humanity and deceived everyone, yet this is the end he deserves.
If God no longer cares about him, how much longer can he live?
At this moment, the woman's expression suddenly changed. She looked at the high priest and said, "What kind of thing did you bring back!"
"What did you say?" The high priest didn't understand, but he quickly sensed something was wrong; there was a feeling of danger in the surroundings.
It was a sinister and evil aura, an aura he was familiar with—the aura of Demon.
The Demon has followed!
"How is this possible? How could he... how could he have followed us!" The high priest's face was filled with disbelief.
He shouldn't know about this place.
At this moment, the woman's expression suddenly froze, and several cracks appeared on her forehead, like cracked porcelain.
The cracks spread rapidly, soon covering her entire body.
In an instant, the woman's body was like a toppled block, turning into pieces of flesh and blood scattered on the ground.
She shattered into countless pieces, each one perfectly uniform.
He was perfectly fine just a moment ago, but in just a few breaths he turned into this.
A sense of fear enveloped the high priest, and a feeling of powerlessness arose within him.
Despair filled his entire being.
That Demon had already left him with a terrifying impression.
His god had abandoned him; even the messenger of that god died in an instant. Even if the god hadn't given up on him, he might not have survived.
He turned to run away, wanting to get as far away as possible, but no matter where he ran, the feeling of danger never disappeared.
He had a delusion that the Demon's eyes were watching him, and that no matter where he fled, he would be found.
The Demon is everywhere.
He finally broke down, knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and awaited death.
Death was inevitable; he could only embrace it.
But he did not die easily; a ghostly green flame ignited from within his body, and the intense heat brought him excruciating pain.
That was the pain brought on by the burning of his soul, a pain that even he could not endure.
He screamed in agony, rolling frantically on the ground, but the flames wouldn't be extinguished.
A dozen minutes later, his screams finally stopped, and his entire body was burned to a charred corpse.
His life ended there.
"The god they spoke of has actually arrived."
This news shocked Shen Hao, but it seemed to be true.
He had thought that by destroying the idols and temples, he could prevent the god's arrival, but now it seemed that his prediction was wrong.
Although he had done what the Instance quest required, success in the quest could not prevent the arrival of that god.
His entry into this game was likely arranged by the remnant will of the Lord of the Netherworld.
This shows that even the Lord of the Netherworld was deceived, which is why he entered this Instance.
The temples and statues were used to lure the enemy, and had nothing to do with whether the god actually came.
Both the players and he were deceived.
Despite all his efforts, he still couldn't prevent the arrival of that god.
What should he do next? Shen Hao was also somewhat confused.
He couldn't possibly be a match for that god; their power was far too inferior.
In the temple, the gods granted the high priest only a small amount of power, yet it was enough for him to suppress him within the temple.
If he were to truly face that god, his chances of winning would be extremely slim.
But he had no choice but to confront that god; he couldn't escape it. He was connected to the Lord of the Netherworld, and that otherworldly deity would not let him go.
The New Gods have taken control of the world, and they cannot possibly let the Old Gods go.
If he were that deity, he would act now without hesitation or being delayed by anything.
A moment later, he realized that his idea was correct.
He suddenly had a sense of danger, a very bad premonition.
Shen Hao immediately activated his Demon Domain. He was now facing a true god, so he could not afford to be careless.
The sense of danger vanished when the Demon Domain opened.
But he could feel his Fear Points being rapidly depleted.
The consumption is too fast, far exceeding normal levels.
This indicates that the forces outside who want to kill him are extremely powerful, and the Demon Domain is under immense pressure.
In the current situation, his Fear Points will be completely depleted in just one hour.
That's hundreds of thousands of Fear Points! He'd accumulated them for a long time, and they'd be used up in just one hour, which made Shen Hao feel a pang of heartache.
He needs to change the current situation.
Shen Hao retrieved the Demon's Left Arm; it was his only remaining asset.
Time was running out for him, and without hesitation, Shen Hao severed his left arm.
Excruciating pain emanated from the wound, and blood continued to gush out, but he felt an unusual sense of excitement.
Every cell in his body was trembling, yearning for the return of that arm.
Shen Hao grabbed the Demon's Left Arm and pressed it against the cut on its body.
At this moment, his flesh and blood seemed to have gained their own independent consciousness, becoming even more excited and agitated.
His blood vessels, muscles, and bones were growing rapidly, the excruciating pain vanished instantly, and a tickling sensation came from the wound.
Every blood vessel, muscle, and bone corresponds perfectly to another and is interconnected without the slightest error.
His blood began to flow, continuously entering his left arm, and the withered arm finally regained life, rapidly recovering under the nourishment of the Demon's blood.
As his blood continued to flow into his left arm, some changes occurred in that left arm.
His arm was a size smaller, exactly the same size as his original arm, blending perfectly with his body without the slightest disharmony.
The arm received blood and gradually returned to its normal color.
The skin on my left arm looks slightly lighter than on my right arm, but the difference isn't significant.
Shen Hao moved his left arm; it was perfect, even more flexible than before.
Blood continued to flow from his body to his left arm, and the two had completely merged into one.