Risking His Life to Save Face

The simple expedition ceremony ended.

Zhou Ming led his massive legion straight toward the God of Light's lair in overwhelming force.

Four to five hundred light-years away.

In a tranquil void.

An incomparably magnificent temple floated within the void.

The temple was enormous, with a tower-like structure. From top to bottom, it stood over half a light-year tall. Its interior contained more than ten thousand levels, with boundless space capable of housing countless living beings.

But in truth, the immense scale of the Light Temple was not a symbol of advanced civilization. On the contrary, it showed that the God of Light had yet to fully master the laws of space and time.

Furthermore, building the Light Temple so large did not bring any real sense of security. In fact, some extraordinary beings would light up at the sight of such an outdated structure, growing extremely excited.

At this moment, within the Light Temple.

Inside the God of Light's Residence on the highest level.

The God of Light, seated upon the Supreme God Throne and clad in sacred robes and white armor, wore an irritated, restless expression.

He felt that something bad might happen soon, making his eyelids twitch wildly.

In truth, the God of Light was no greenhorn of a new god. He had been born from chaos and had already lived for over ten billion years, unquestionably placing him among the old gods.

Having wandered through chaos for tens of millions of years, nurtured and created a plane, and used a series of methods to gain control over eighteen planes, the God of Light was certainly no greenhorn. His knowledge and experience surpassed that of most extraordinary beings.

Compared to the highly experienced God of Light, Zhou Ming, who had only just entered the Stars and Seas