The shattering of the spirit is becoming increasingly severe.
It felt as if a pair of large hands were reaching into my soul and constantly pulling at it.
This kind of pain, which comes from the soul, is hundreds or thousands of times more painful than self-destruction.
At the same time, various noisy sounds resonated inside the skull.
"You ask who I am? Of course I'm Qin Ze."
"But if you're Qin Ze, then who am I?"
"You are also Qin Ze."
"Yay! We are all Qin Ze!"
"No, I am your great-father."
"I'm your grandpa cow."
"..."
For a moment, Qin Ze couldn't tell if it was his clone's voice or something else.
A pair of cold eyes suddenly appeared before him, and Qin Ze's body trembled.
You can't beat me.
This was the second time he had heard the voice of the heavens.
Arrogant and condescending.
"I..."
Qin Ze's throat felt a little dry.
So many " Qin Ze "s have failed.
Can he win?
Suddenly, I felt a sense of weightlessness beneath my feet, as if I were in a vortex, constantly falling.
The dazzling starlight left him, and Qin Ze felt as if he were sinking into water, unable to breathe, with only the starlight shining brightly above him.
The surrounding black nothingness gradually gained color, and he began to hear more than just the chaotic sounds of ducks quacking.
The roars of strange beasts, the cries of ordinary people.
Qin Ze lay on his back on the ground, the giant octopus's tentacles lashing at his body.
The Tide of Jiang City.
He returned to the day the Tide broke out in Jiang City.
That giant octopus is amazing!
This was merely one of his clones.
It's unbelievable that I survived.
boom--
A corner of the shelter next to them was lifted.
The people inside were terrified, like ants.
Qin Ze tried to get up and fight back, but a tentacle slammed him hard to the ground.
This time, not only was his spirit torn apart, but his physical body was also severed in half.
"I'm sorry, I really can't win..."
Boom boom boom--
Tentacles bloomed like flower petals on the ground surrounding the shelter.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Ze was swallowed up along with the shelter, and he fell into the abyss once again.
Like a kite out of control, it flew and fell haphazardly.
Leaning skyscrapers, broken highways, ruins... all kept moving upwards in his peripheral vision.
"An ant is still just an ant; how dare it dream of slaying a god?"
The moment Qin Ze came to his senses, the Spirit of Eternal Life, clad in shattered armor, had already pressed a broken sword against his neck.
boom--
A divine-level mental storm slammed into him.
This made things even worse for her already fractured spirit.
Swish--
The Spirit of Eternal Life raised its blade and brought it down, and Qin Ze felt his vision soar high into the sky.
Then, it sank into the "deep sea" again.
" First Movement, Hell Elegy."
A chilling zither melody suddenly rang in his ears, and Qin Ze realized he couldn't move.
Immediately afterwards, a beam of holy light pierced through his chest, and his life force rapidly ebbed away.
" Apostle is merely someone who has crossed my threshold."
The "angel" looked down at Qin Ze, her eyes filled with pity and disdain.
The next second, holy light washed over him, engulfing Qin Ze.
As the holy light faded, yellow mechanical walls appeared all around, composed of various rotating gears and mechanical parts.
"Open your arms, and we become one."
Directly in front of him, the Apostle, who had been summoned by the God of Machinery, was smiling at Qin Ze.
Two mechanical arms materialized from the gears in the void, locking Qin Ze in a powerful restraint.
Immediately, the Apostle walked over step by step, opened his arms and embraced him.
Qin Ze's head buzzed, and his Spiritual Sea of Consciousness exploded.
"Watch closely, this is how you use divine power!"
Niuniu's voice suddenly exploded in my ear.
Qin Ze came to his senses and found himself trapped in a dense web of black threads.
The projection of the Black God descends.
With a gentle clench of his right hand, Qin Ze's body was cut into countless small pieces, like tofu.
The scattered body landed on a huge iron plate, and Qin Ze's eye caught a glimpse of the smiling face of the Spirit Divination Stick.
"Open!"
With a wave of his hand, Spirit Divination Stick unleashed a golden beam of light that shot into the sky. Beneath the iron plate, blazing flames instantly melted Qin Ze.
He felt himself turn into a molten liquid, flowing down the Sidelines of the iron plate.
The wind howled in my ears, and Underworld Mountain lay behind me.
boom--
Gunfire roared, and flames soared into the sky.
Qin Ze looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Unit Zero-One Collective in full swing.
The dense barrage of bullets poured down on him like a torrential downpour, tearing him into even smaller pieces.
Qin Ze felt as if he had turned into a handful of sand again, the powerful inertia lifting him high into the air.
A white gauze dress caught him.
Immediately afterwards, the gauze dress was gently tossed and draped over Mo's body.
Mo chuckled maliciously, "You poor wretch, the Mirror of the Sky is mine."
Destructive forces surged in from all directions, kneading Qin Ze like dough.
Bad news, very painful.
Good news, Qin Ze was nearly crumpled into a ball.
Pencil lines then spread out around Qin Ze, forming a Latitude Domain.
Meng Die looked down at him with a mocking smile.
"You can't even beat me, do you really think you can defeat the heavens?"
Tell me, do you believe it?
Qin Ze opened his mouth, but swallowed back the words he wanted to say.
He didn't know.
The boundary stretched Qin Ze into a jumbled mess of pencil lines.
One boss after another appeared.
The faces of Dark Tide and Curse Extinction kept appearing, tearing at his soul.
These are all opponents he has defeated before, so why is he now powerless to even put up a fight?
Qin Ze quickly realized that he was all alone now.
When Jiang City fought the giant octopus, he had the Desolate God Bloodline; when he fought against the Apostle of the God of Machinery, he had the Great Sage; when he played against the God of Machinery who had descended from the gods, he had the interference of the S-Rank Ghost Type; and even in the Latitude Domain, there was the Old Xing pulling in the way.
But now, he is all alone.
"As expected, I can't do it myself."
Qin Ze sighed.
The increasingly torn apart spirit made his consciousness more and more blurred and chaotic.
He can't tell anything apart anymore.
The Hall of Stars appeared out of thin air.
The door slowly opened towards him.
Qin Ze smiled bitterly, "Back then, I only had myself; I couldn't even save you..."
Yao Yuan's figure appeared through the open door.
He brought the Hall of Stars to Qin Ze.
Yao Yuan squatted down, looked at Qin Ze lying half-dead on the ground, and smiled, saying, "You've already become a god, that's amazing."
Qin Ze's eyes were a little wet. "Boss, it hurts so much."
The combined pain of his spirit and body had made it impossible for him to see the person in front of him clearly.
Yao Yuan touched his forehead. "If you're tired, go and rest."
"You've already done a remarkable job. You've walked many difficult paths, crossed many insurmountable rivers, and defeated many formidable opponents. Everyone is deeply grateful for your contributions."
Qin Ze stammered, "I... I'm scared..."
"Boss, the Goddess of the Earth is dead. She only did it to help me condense my Divinity..."
"So many people, so many Star God, have died... all for my so-called Heaven Resistance Plan."
"But I'm not sure now, and I don't believe I can really defeat God... He's too strong, he's suffocating me."
The smile in Yao Yuan's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a resolute expression. "I believe."