The time of one stick of incense.
For Primordial World sentient beings who are wandering on the edge of death, every minute and every second is as long as a meta-meeting.
The Chaos crack in the sky is still expanding.
Guixu's power surges down like a tide, ruthlessly harvesting lives.
All living things are waiting.
Waiting for a final decision.
Countless eyes focused on Southern Jambudvipa, Chaoge City, and that young Human Emperor.
Humanity, as the most prosperous and largest group of Fortune in the world of Primordial World today.
Their choice will, to a large extent, represent the will of the entire Primordial World.
On Star-Picking Tower, there was deathly silence.
Yin Jiao faced everyone's gaze and walked to the edge of Star-Picking Tower.
His voice, through the blessing of Human Emperor Aura luck, clearly spread throughout Nine Provinces Divine Land.
"I, Humanity, have risen from humble beginnings, experienced dragons, lichs, and countless catastrophes before I am where I am today."
"We have worshiped demons, sacrificed to witches, believed in immortals, and worshiped gods."
"But we have never kneeled down!"
His voice was sonorous and powerful.
"Heavenly Dao, treat us like dumb dogs and kill us at will!"
"Sage, treat us like ants, manipulating fate wantonly!"
"Today, they even threaten to destroy the world, asking us to betray our benefactors and live in vain!"
Yin Jiao's gaze swept across the countless frightened and confused faces below.
"I just want to ask you one question!"
"Heavenly Dao, do you still believe it?"
"Do you want such a poor life?"
After a short silence.
I don't know who was the first to shout hysterically.
"Don't believe it!"
"Don't want it!"
This cry was like a spark that started a prairie fire, instantly igniting the unwillingness and anger in everyone's hearts.
"That's right! Why should our life and death be decided by them!"
"It was this natural disaster that killed my whole family! It was the so-called Heavenly Dao! It has nothing to do with Deity of the Ruined Temple!"
"Master God, grant us peace and protect us Humanity. This is a great kindness! How can we be such ungrateful and shameless villains!"
"I would rather die standing than live on my knees!"
"I, Humanity, will never give in!"
The roar like a mountain and a tsunami sounded from every corner of Chaoge City, converging into a soaring will that went straight up to Yunxiao.
This will spread quickly.
Eastern Victory Divine Continent, those remaining Demon Clan, looking at their destroyed homes, remembered the heroic act of Master Kong Xuan when he swept across Western Heaven and regained his dignity for the Demon Clan.
Northern Kuru Continent, those descendants of the Witch Clan who are still living, think of the master Nezha who single-handedly overcame the tyranny of the entire Heavenly Court.
Four Seas Dragon Clan, remembering that god, gave them some inspiration, and allowed their bloodline to return to their ancestors, and restore the glory of Tai Gu.
Even those forces that were once enemies of Ruined Temple have become silent at this moment.
Heavenly Court is obsolete and Buddhist School is self-proclaimed.
None of the gods and Buddhas they believed in stood up when the disaster struck.
On the contrary, it was Ruined Temple lineage, Yang Jian, who had always been regarded as a heretic by them, who shattered the hypocrisy of Heavenly Court, Saint Tongtian, who supported the sky with his body and protected all living beings.
Who is righteous?
Who is evil?
Who is saving the world?
Who is destroying the world?
In the face of absolute death, all living beings can see clearly.
"I, Demon Clan, would like to live and die with the gods!"
"I, Witch Clan, will follow the great god to the death!"
"I, Dragon Race, will never betray!"
"I, Asura Race, will not be Heavenly Dao's lackey!"
Shouts from the heart sounded from every corner of Primordial World.
Under Hongjun's Heavenly Dao broadcast that was enough to distort people's hearts, Primordial World all races, instead of being driven into discord, unexpectedly united together as never before.
They unanimously gave up the way of survival.
They chose to stand together with Deity of the Ruined Temple, who never really showed up but protected them time and time again.
They started chanting.
Use all your strength to shout that name.
"Greetings to the gods!"
"Respectfully ask the gods to save me and other common people!"
"Respectfully ask the gods to kill this virtual False Heavenly Dao!"
At first, there were just sporadic shouts.
But soon, the shouts gathered into a torrent that penetrated the heaven and the earth.
Billions of living beings, at this moment, place all their hopes, Faith, and prayers on that name.
They are making a huge gamble with their lives.
Bet that the mysterious god will create miracles again like in the past.
Purple Heaven Palace in.
Hongjun looked at the scene in Mysterious Light Mirror where everyone was united and shouting in unison, and his face became extremely gloomy.
The muscles on his face were twitching slightly because of the peak anger.
"A bunch of... stupid ants!"
"Since you guys choose to seek death yourself!"
"Then, let's all die!"
He immediately urged World-Destroying Millstone.
Above the sky, the Chaos crack expanded ten times faster.
Destruction, accelerating.
However, at this moment.
Accidents arise.
The top of Southern Jambudvipa, Barren Mountain.
The dilapidated temple, which had been swaying in the wind and rain for countless years, suddenly glowed with unprecedented brilliance at this moment.
The light comes from Incense Offerings.
From Primordial World all directions, the most pious, most sincere, and most decisive prayers of hundreds of millions of living beings, at this moment, transcended the barriers of Space-Time and turned into a golden torrent that was visible to the naked eye and was pure to its peak.
This goes beyond simple Incense Offerings Vow Power.
This is the ultimate Power of Faith that all sentient beings transform into after burning all their essence, energy, spirit, and even their lives and souls when faced with the disaster of annihilation.
Every strand is as heavy as a mountain.
Every drop contains the hope of an ethnic group.
The endless golden torrent poured down from the sky, forming a vast golden ocean, completely submerging the entire Ruined Temple.
The golden ocean contains the tenacity of Humanity, the rebelliousness of the Demon Clan, the iron-blooded fighting spirit of the Witch Clan, and the ancient majesty of Dragon Race.
All races are united.
All living beings pray.
This power has reached a terrifying level that cannot be described in words.
It even temporarily resisted the power of Guixu pouring down from the cracks in Firmament, forming an absolute pure land around Ruined Temple.
And the center of this golden ocean.
The dilapidated shrine enshrining the clay sculpture Gu Changqing, True Form, became the gathering point of all power.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The shrine shook violently, and the lines that had been blurred on it became clear again under the wash of golden Vow Power, and even emitted a faint divine light.
And that seemingly ordinary clay sculpture Divine Statue, covered with Dust and cobwebs, at this moment, an astonishing Transformation finally happened.
The endless Incense Offerings Vow Power, like finding a vent, poured crazily into the body of the clay sculpture Divine Statue.
On the surface of Divine Statue, the dry and cracked soil began to exude a warm and jade-like luster.
Inside it, there seems to be something that has been sleeping for eternity and is being awakened bit by bit by this huge force.
Gu Changqing still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged, with his eyes closed and his expression indifferent. Everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
The transformation in his body had already been completed when Yang Jian was marked with Heavenly Court and the system rewards were distributed.
Sovereign Body, almost Great Accomplishment.
His power has already reached a level that even he himself cannot accurately estimate.
The reason why he didn't take action immediately was because he was waiting.
Wait for an opportunity.
Wait for Hongjun to reveal all his trump cards.
Waiting for these Primordial World sentient beings to make their own choices.
And now, the time has come.
The choices of all living beings turned into this vast ocean of Faith, giving him the last and most crucial gift.
As the vast sea of Vow Power continues to pour in.
Gu Changqing The surface of the seemingly ordinary clay sculpture True Form finally...
Click.
An extremely clear sound, yet like a cracking sound that resounded deep in the soul of every living being, came from Divine Statue.
On the surface of Divine Statue, which is as smooth as jade, a crack so subtle that it is almost invisible appears quietly.
Immediately afterwards.
Click! Click! Click!
Under the traction of chain.
The second way, the third way, the tenth way, the hundredth way...
Dense cracks quickly covered the entire Divine Statue at a speed visible to the naked eye.
From the forehead, to the neck, to the chest, to the limbs.
Every inch of clay sculpture is cracking.
It seems that there is some supreme and terrifying existence that is about to emerge from the ground.
Through the ever-expanding cracks, one can vaguely see that the interior of the clay sculpture is neither hollow nor stone.
It was a purple-gold light that was deep enough to swallow everything.