The Fusion of the Fragment World and the Main World is ongoing, and any slight delay will cause the situation to snowball.
Xu Long was ready, and the Star-Destroying Cannon in the sky were also ready.
As soon as the stuff inside comes out, it'll be met with a head-on attack.
The scepter slowly disappeared, and the energy shield surrounding the pyramid gradually dissipated.
Xu Long, wielding the World-Breaking Blade, was ready for battle.
Five minutes passed, but nothing came out. Ten minutes passed, and still nothing came out.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, and no other energy fluctuations could be sensed, except for the occasional unconscious roar of a twisted monster in the distance.
What's going on?
Xu Long frowned, and a drop of blood slid from between his fingers, transforming into a clone the same size as himself as it landed.
It was as if I had passed through a membrane and entered the pyramid.
He wasn't attacked, but the scene before him affected him more profoundly than any attack could have.
The withered earth, scattered bones, a scene of desolation and despair.
There was no living creature; the air was thick with decay and death.
Looking into the distance, the sky was all gray and gloomy.
What exactly happened here?
Xu Long murmured to himself and leaped into the depths.
This place isn't particularly large, only a few thousand acres in size.
When he reached a point near the edge, he finally saw something alive...
No, it should be described as a dead thing.
The wolf-headed, human-bodied figure is Anubis, the god of death in Aiji mythology.
Since it is called the Grim Reaper, it is naturally impossible for it to be alive, but Anubis in front of us is not far from being truly annihilated.
"Humans... you... are... too late..."
Anubis looked at Xu Long, his eyes showing no anger, no despair, and no lingering affection.
He is the Grim Reaper of Aiji, already in the midst of death.
Two hours later, Xu Long opened his eyes outside the pyramid.
This place called the Flame Hell Corpse Sea is now devoid of any living creature, not even the dead.
Apart from the scattered bones, nothing else could be found.
The god worshipped by the Aiji people is dead, leaving only withered bones that crumble at the slightest touch.
The scarce Power of Faith cannot sustain the survival of gods; Anubis's actions may have been his last struggle.
Gathering their remaining Power of Faith, they broke through the external barriers and blockades, hoping to feel the power of faith once again.
However, they were wrong. Humans no longer believe in gods, nor are they willing to believe in them.
Without faith, humanity will only become lost, while gods will head towards destruction.
Gods were created by humans and other intelligent beings, and when humans no longer trust them, the gods will also fall.
Xu Long knew this was probably not an isolated case; perhaps many, many unknown, weak gods had already died, without even the right to resist.
"The world of gods... turns out it's not much better than the human world..."
Xu Long sighed. This world is far more cruel than he had imagined.
The powerful gods who could create heaven and earth are dead; the gods with countless mysterious and unpredictable powers are heading towards their demise.
Human survival is extremely difficult, but what about those races that have disappeared into history?
For them, whether it's difficult or not may no longer be meaningful.
No one can retreat, nor does anyone have the right to retreat. Survival is an endless struggle. Perhaps I will die on the way forward, but so what? Someone has to lead the way!
Xu Long sighed and then returned to the Yanhuang Divine Kingdom.
Because the main building was not damaged much, the repairs were not difficult, and it was fully restored in less than two days.
Xu Long's actions were broadcast live worldwide, and all those previously boisterous chimpanzees shut their mouths, not one daring to utter a sound.
Moreover, countries in Western Europe and the Americas have begun to boycott these chimpanzees who seriously hinder humanity and contribute almost nothing to society.
In an instant, they were like rats crossing the street, hated by everyone!
Xu Long ignored all these messy and trivial matters; what he cared about more was the Power of Faith.
After turning the entire Africa into a wasteland, Xu Long unexpectedly received an immense amount of Power of Faith.
The fanatical worship even reached a point of blind delusion.
Through this Power of Faith, one can see the location of each believer and perceive their state.
"I think I understand why the gods in ancient legends so readily resorted to divine punishment..."
Xu Long muttered to himself, feeling like he'd been screwed over.
To demonstrate one's power and inspire worship among believers.
Help believers and fulfill their wishes.
Punish the believers, instill fear in them.
These should be the three simplest ways to harvest Power of Faith.
Weak Water has been protecting ships at sea and people on shore, gaining a large following. Xu Long, on the other hand, has been relentlessly killing and has also reaped a large number of followers.
The methods are different, but the results are the same.
"Heh, that's interesting."
Xu Long shook his head and transferred all of this Power of Faith to Weak Water.
Weak Water was originally his servant, and according to the Body Tempering of the gods, she should be considered a god.
Xu Long is not on the path of a god, so there's no point in keeping him around.
Not long after the events at Aiji, more fragments of the world Fusion into it.
The sun and moon shone together, all the stars appeared, and the earth trembled violently.
"Hmm? Interesting!"
Xu Long raised an eyebrow and vanished from his spot in an instant.
In a province in eastern China, famous for its excavators and heroes, a group of four people suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Unlike the others who were in a daze, they had serious expressions and powerful auras emanating from them, as if they had just experienced a battle.
"Is this the Great Wilderness Main World? Why do I know this name? What's that? A car? Is this what you're walking on? Asphalt mixed with gravel?"
Yang Xiao was completely bewildered, having no idea what had happened.
The memories in his mind were too chaotic and too terrifying, leaving him momentarily confused.
"I only remember fighting that monster. The cult leader used some kind of technique that blasted something over 500 meters tall to pieces, and then there was a woman who was only about 30 meters tall..."
Fan Yao gave the same reaction, "I don't know about the others."
"This is my hometown. Although countless years have passed, I can still recognize it."
Zhang Sanfeng squatted down, stroking the hard roadside, his heart filled with emotion.
A thousand years have passed, and everything has changed. All the familiar people and things have vanished, except for the two brothers who are still alive.
" Perfected Zhang's hometown? Isn't it Shaolin Temple?"
Fan Yao asked in confusion, then suddenly turned his head to look behind him.
"This is the center of countless worlds, the birthplace of mythology, and the homeland of gods."
A soft voice rang out, and Xu Long appeared before the four people.
Welcome home!