The last words of the Spirit Divination Stick were deeply meaningful.
The sword had already been drawn, Qin Ze could not stop it.
When it came to the rules for returning to their proper place, the first thing that came to his mind was the Rule of Randomness derived from the power of the Spirit Divination Stick.
But where is that "position"?
Qin Ze vaguely felt that this was related to the fact that the Desolate God had not killed the Spirit Divination Stick back then.
The Soul Orb from the Spirit Divination Stick is the most visually appealing among all the Soul Orb Qin Ze has collected, boasting top-notch special effects.
"So cool!"
"If Demigod Level are this awesome, then god-level Soul Orb would be unbelievable!"
"There's nothing to envy, anyway, Niu Niu will always be there to Niuniu up."
"Can I lick it for a little while?"
"No, that's mine!"
"Hey? You're not dead yet?"
"..."
Random Bro's words shattered the clones' hopes.
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. The old man is still alive and kicking.
The soil at the spot where the Spirit Divination Stick disappeared suddenly loosened.
Immediately afterwards, Random Bro emerged from the ground with his back to everyone.
His clothes were completely burned, and he also had severe burns on his skin.
The clothes in front of her were still there, but they were all wrinkled.
Tell me loudly, who is the MVP!
Random Bro turned around, hands on his hips, Yangyang.
However, his disheveled appearance was somewhat comical.
Miss Sword Case said, " Qin Ze, your puppet is so despicable, is it out of its mind?"
Random Bro struck a pose for a while, and after the MVP cutscene ended, he walked straight towards Qin Ze.
"Give me!"
He had his left hand on his hip, and his right palm facing upwards.
Qin Ze put the Soul Orb away, Random Bro, seeing this, panicked. "Can't you afford to play this game?"
Qin Ze said calmly, "It's not over yet. You'll have to live to see the end first."
The projection of the Ancient Battlefield remains, and the avatar of the Spirit Divination Stick has not disappeared.
The clones were still cleaning up the few remaining corpses, and the Dharma King was still just a chicken.
Although the Spirit Divination Stick stick itself is dead, the abilities it previously extracted still exist.
The Three-Second Real Man had just ended, and Qin Ze was in Sage Mode, his heart, whose origins were unknown, slowly regaining its vitality.
Sanmu had already severed the two arms of the Spirit Divination Stick clone, so victory was only a matter of time. Qin Ze had no intention of stepping forward to help.
Random Bro looked around and eventually settled on a Sidelines, waiting for the battle to end.
A few minutes later, the Sanmu and One Sword severed the Spirit Divination Stick clone in half at the waist.
The timeline on the battlefield seemed to have been turned back by an invisible hand.
The corpses and ruins vanished into thin air.
The Fire of the Five Elements gathered in the sky once more.
The rotting Flesh and Blood returned to the barren land, and the gray fog grew thinner and thinner.
As the last wisp of gray mist dissipated, the shadow within also vanished without a trace.
All of this seems to have been erased by an eraser.
"Whoa whoa whoa... Holy crap!"
"Master has finally turned back!"
A bolt of lightning shot into the sky.
The Dharma King, in his beast form, stirred up a sky full of thunderclouds, and countless lightning whips lashed the earth.
"Damn it! Your Dharma King, keep an eye on things, there might be friendly fire!"
"Please, sir, stop your magic! The boss battle is over!"
"He's just coasting the whole way; from now on, the Dharma King should just call him 'Slacking on the Sidelines.'"
"Let me interview you. How does it feel to become Kun?"
"..."
The Dharma King ignored the incessant chatter of his clones.
At that moment, he was seething with anger with nowhere to vent it.
Throughout the entire battle, he barely dealt any damage, instead constantly dodging friendly fire and stomp attacks.
Grandma's Spirit Divination Stick!
"You're lucky you died quickly!"
The Dharma King punched into the sea of fire.
The stirred-up Fire of the Five Elements became agitated, unleashing a wave of fire that slammed towards the Dharma King's head.
Caught off guard, the Dharma King's body was covered in charred remains.
The clones on the ground burst into laughter.
Sanmu sheathed his flying sword and approached Qin Ze.
"Where is the Soul Orb?"
Qin Ze opened his palm, Sanmu breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
" The Soul Orb is here; the Spirit Divination Stick is indeed dead."
The power of the Spirit Divination Stick is unpredictable; no one knows if he might draw a "resurrection item."
However, the appearance of the Soul Orb proves that the Spirit Divination Stick has completely perished.
Qin Ze's earth-shattering sword strike was witnessed by Sanmu.
With the body of an ordinary martial artist, he was able to wield divine power.
Even in the era of the gods, there were very few prodigies like him.
Qin Ze put away the Soul Orb and said, "The last thing the Spirit Divination Stick said was, 'He's dead, and the rules will return to their proper place.'"
"What's the meaning?"
Sanmu shook his head. "I don't know."
"Are the abilities of the other suppressed beasts also related to the rules?"
"I don't know."
How can I quickly find other Sword Bearer?
"I don't know."
Qin Ze's face darkened.
If you know nothing when asked, what use are you?
"You should know when you started guarding the Spirit Divination Stick here, right?"
Sanmu replied, "Before the Star Gate shattered."
Qin Ze was taken aback. "So early?"
Such an important matter was never mentioned in Desolate God's diary.
Or did he write it, and it ended up in the missing part?
Sanmu said in a deep voice, "I am just a mortal. You ask me about matters concerning the gods; I know nothing about them."
"I think what happened back then is no longer important."
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows. "Then what's important?"
Sanmu pointed to his heart. "What you want to protect here."
Upon hearing this, the clones began to discuss it animatedly on the Local Area Network.
"Do we have something to protect?"
"I don't know, do you know?"
I don't know.
Me too.
"..."
Qin Ze snapped out of his thoughts and said, "I don't think there's anything I particularly want to protect."
Everyone in his family is a big shot; it seems like he's the only one who's incompetent right now.
Human Race has grown up and learned to unite against external threats.
While their overall martial arts strength may not be comparable to that of the five Ancient Race, they are still among the top tiers of the pyramid in terms of overall strength among Myriad Races.
If there's one thing he really wants to do right now, it's probably to get Brother Yuanzi out of the Hall of Stars.
Seeing the other person's reaction, Sanmu seemed Sanmu dazed, then said faintly, "Perhaps."
Qin Ze asked, "Do you think the gods are all dead?"
Sanmu did not answer the question directly, but said, "If even a mortal like me can survive until now, how much more so a god?"
Qin Ze suddenly felt as if he had seen the light.
He had been struggling with whether the gods were dead, but now, after meeting Sanmu, a remnant of the past, he had a clear answer in his heart.
But He Fang those gods who did not fall?
Sanmu gave Qin Ze a piece of advice. "Faith is a very important thing, but I don't know exactly why it's so important. I overheard it by chance during a conversation between gods."
"You can keep an eye on this; it might help you become a god."
The Dream God said the same thing.
Qin Ze now has the Sea of Glaze as Land of Faith, in addition to the remnants of the Illusion Race in the World Stone.
Having gone through this incident, the Molten Steel Civilization could also try to transform itself.
Even with followers from three civilizations, the combined Power of Faith is negligible.
This path is destined to be difficult, otherwise the gods wouldn't have bothered to copy the answer.
Qin Ze nodded. "I understand."
What are your plans for the future?
Sanmu suddenly laughed freely, "Wandering the world."