The Final Battle Begins!

"Suppose a savior descended upon the world when you were facing death."

"They came with seven-colored rays of light, slew the evil fiends, saved you, and saved this world."

"After some promotion, every survivor in the world would know of the savior's deeds."

"At that point, would all the survivors believe in the savior?"

"Would they write books and biographies about the savior?"

"Would they teach future generations about the savior's greatness?"

Qian Cheng's voice slowly rang out, carrying a strange power.

"Hiss—"

Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue both sucked in a sharp breath. The shock on their faces gradually turned into pallor, and their bodies even began to tremble slightly.

This incomparably cruel truth struck their hearts like a sledgehammer, utterly shattering everything they thought they knew about the Gods!

So-called "salvation" by the Gods was actually preceded by "world destruction"!

The Gods would first carry out a massive slaughter, plunging the mortal world into despair. Then, they would descend as "saviors" and rescue those who remained.

Driven by fear and gratitude, the survivors would develop incomparably devout faith in the Gods.

Once several thousand years had passed and the descendants of those survivors gradually weakened in their faith, the Gods would begin another round of destruction and salvation.

Mortals were nothing more than tools raised by the Gods, a source from which they harvested faith.

Once faith became insufficient, they would be ruthlessly "reaped."

"Only faith born amid fear and despair is the purest faith—and the most efficient means of production!"

Qian Cheng's gaze returned to the distance, as though he were waiting for something.

The next morning.

Spirit City was still immersed in a silence so thick it seemed impossible to dissolve.

The blue-gray city walls were wrapped in a thin mist. Most residents were still lost