Holy Father was no longer a phantom with only a pair of golden pupils this time.
He wore a set of Origin Divine Armor, complex to the extreme, with both destruction and creation dual-concept lights circulating on every single scale.
Unfurling from his back were a full twelve pairs of light wings woven from pure laws, and with just a gentle flap of these light wings, the space in the high altitude of Origin Realm shattered into a pile of debris.
Holy Father lowered his head, and the high-dimensional coercion brought by the twelve pairs of light wings directly pressed the land of hundreds of thousands of square kilometers around Obsidian Temple down by a dozen meters.
Those golden pupils of his swept across below.
When he saw the ruins of the Holy Mountain of Heaven Country that originally belonged to him, they were now treated as a barracks for Extreme Ice Karma Fire God Guards.
When he saw those ten layers of abyss continents violently crushed and turned into Origin Realm Special Zone, used as a farming ground for hundreds of millions of players to grind EXP.
Even, he saw that human standing at the very front of the temple, who had shattered his projection with a single slash three years ago, still standing with that casual posture.
Holy Father's expression was completely distorted.
"You low-dimensional ant..." Holy Father's voice carried irrepressible fury, "You actually transformed My Heaven Country into this filthy garbage dump!"
Qin Chuan stood before the throne, enduring this pressure sufficient to crush a normal Upper God into meat paste, without even a fold of his collar out of place.
"Garbage dump? Is there something you're dissatisfied with regarding the urban planning I did?" Qin Chuan chuckled, his right hand casually gesturing in midair.
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