Snuffing Out the Divine Miracle

The Deathly Starfield Gradually Revealing Its True Form.

The evil god Du Ling stepped onto a massive altar built from piled white bones, slowly rising from a deathly kingdom strewn with corpses into midair, then entering the void where laws of death intertwined.

This body of His continuously fused with grayish-white crystalline threads, rapidly expanding.

Power from different deathly heavens, drawn and guided by Him in ways even Pang Jian could hardly detect, was poured into His still-perfecting body.

His aura climbed steadily, and His divine power of death gathered ever denser.

"Du Ling!"

"God of Death!"

"My God!"

Mighty cries came crashing in like mountain torrents and tsunamis.

It seemed that across countless heavens and many starfields, billions upon billions of living beings still believed in Him even after His death.

The altar of white bones beneath His feet gradually transformed into an ancient kingdom permeated by deathly intent, with images of many evil gods taking shape in its corners.

"You should listen to me."

Seeing Pang Jian remain silent and refrain from displaying any more of his power, Du Ling appeared increasingly composed.

"Once I revive and become the ruler, the evil gods beyond the heavens will no longer be a scattered rabble. I promise to find you humans a flourishing river of stars beyond the heavens, where your race may dwell forever."

"I promise that the True Gods of humanity will become Orthodox Gods and no longer be hunted by the various races."

"I also promise..."

This evil god Du Ling spoke glibly, making promise after promise, yet never once mentioned why the Hall of Gods had been destroyed.

Pang Jian, who only wished to learn matters related to the Hall of Gods, watched Him frantically bolster His power while refusing to get to the point, and