More than three hundred giant teleportation divine formations were operating at breakneck speed, consuming vast quantities of magic crystals and gemstones every moment. In exchange for such enormous expenditure, countless gods' coffins were being moved away.
Time passed second by second. Three days later, forty percent of this boundless divine tomb had been emptied. Lin Qi's many subordinates frantically quickened their pace, launching an all-out assault on the remaining sixty percent of the coffins. Meanwhile, Donkey and the Rabbits joined forces, spraying several Tiger Guards out of the way with a barrage of spit before forcibly opening a divine coffin a hundred miles long.
A mass of terrifying chill shot into the sky, and a god's corpse nearly a hundred miles tall slowly rose from within the coffin. Countless savage wounds covered this god's body; his heart and brow had both been pierced through, the most direct injuries that had caused his fall.
Yet before his fall, this god had been a God Lord-level powerhouse, his body brimming with immense divine power that would never dissipate. After slumbering for countless years, a muddled, ignorant consciousness had slowly begun to emerge within his body. Perhaps after another long stretch of time, that muddled and ignorant consciousness might gestate into a new divine soul and once more take control of this divine body?
Of course, such a possibility was infinitesimal. Among trillions of gods, there might not be even one blessed with such fortune.
But this God Lord-level god was undoubtedly the luckiest among the lucky. Within his divine body, a consciousness without even the most basic sense of self had been born. It was absorbing the residual life force and divine power within the body, gradually nourishing itself and growing stronger. Occasionally, that consciousness would drive the divine body to throw