"W-Why..."
At the entrance to Neamtrah, Anubis lay sprawled on the ground, a divine blade piercing through his chest. His divine power was rapidly draining away, and he was nearing the end of his life. Before dying, he trembled as he asked the question that had been troubling him.
"Your believers sent people to my territory to cause trouble. You may not have known about it, but I don't need another reason to take my anger out on you, do I? Don't worry. It's not just you. In this mortal world, I won't allow any remnants of the old era to remain."
Gu Sheng abruptly pulled out Tiger Soul. Anubis's body shuddered, and the once-tall, powerfully built jackal god shriveled as if he had suddenly aged. After hearing Gu Sheng's words, he slowly closed his eyes.
The Golden Pagoda Pantheon had fallen.
Outside, the instant Anubis died, blood rain descended over the entire Golden Pagoda City. Throughout the mortal world, all objects of faith in the Nine Pillar Gods, including their statues, shattered into ashes. The bizarre sight stunned everyone who witnessed it.
On the western plateau of China, near a holy city of pilgrimage in another heavily populated nation, Gu Sheng slowly arrived at a corner of the sacred city, standing before an extremely ancient, weather-beaten stone Buddha.
The instant he arrived, the stone Buddha seemed to open its eyes for a moment before becoming motionless again. Gu Sheng did not stop, however, and continued toward the lifelike Buddha statue.
Just as he was about to reach the Buddha, a fierce wind suddenly rose. The leaves it swept up even formed a small tornado that blocked his view. With a wave of his hand, Gu Sheng dispersed the tornado, leaving behind only a shrine with lingering incense and