"Is the descent of the God... complete?"

As the pure white angel on the inverted cross opened His eyes and unfurled His wings, which radiated white light and mist, the bishops felt a sudden tremor in their hearts and halted their soul harvesting.

The white mist gradually dissipated, shrouding everything in a haze. One bishop marveled:

"The descent of the God has just completed, without anyone singing His praises. The reality hasn't yet left behind a legend that belongs to Him, and He already possesses the embryonic form of a divine domain? I foresee that within a thousand years, there will be changes in the five Taboos before the Forbidden!"

The reality Taboo is a special product of the descent of the God and the curse of Emperor Titan. It has exploited the loopholes in reality, gaining a special, exclusive, and incredible power akin to a taboo item.

For example, a scarecrow, using these loopholes, becomes an original terror, wielding the authority of an outer god; even if it is merely a pseudo-god, it is enough to battle true gods.

Moreover, the higher the legend degree, the broader the application of the [Reality Loophole], thus making oneself stronger. The first Taboo is said to be nearing the status of an outer god!

Another bishop speculated:

"However, I wonder what this one's taboo ability is. When I gaze upon Him, my heart slightly trembles. He possesses no legendary degree, and no one has recited Him, yet He is likely comparable to a pseudo-god!"

As the bishops were debating, bloodied nails fell from the hands of the pure white angel, and the bronze cross, forged from a special void secret treasure, inverted along with the pure white angel.

He transformed from being upside down to standing upright; the bronze cross behind Him suddenly became ethereal and expanded, becoming an eternal phantasm hovering behind Him.

The angel's wings gradually extended. These were not feathers but rather grotesque, fractured bones and countless lost souls, suffused with the deep, tranquil breath of the void.

The remaining people prostrated on the ground. The orphanage director staggered over, crawling at the feet of the pure white angel, sincerely stating:

"Great Lord, I have finally awaited Your descent. The chapter of reality has opened a new curtain; from now on, Your name shall be sung upon the earth."

Each bishop descended from the heavens, respectfully bowing to the pure white angel burdened with the cross. A look of inquiry emerged on Lan Sangdou's face but was quickly masked. The mischievous child asked:

"Great God's presence, may I inquire about the memories released from that vessel?"

The mischievous child, being the last victor, was supposed to acquire the vessel's memories and residual soul to sacrifice to the great Lord of the Abyss.

The pure white angel, whose aura was as deep as the sea and who bore the cross, replied lightly:

"Spit out all the souls you harvested, and let them return to their rightful owners."

The bishops were stunned, exchanging glances, while the Shadow Bishop frowned and said:

"We do not quite understand Your meaning."

Chen Xiang felt the immense power of his rebirth and sensed the unique power he had gained, which did not belong to authority.

He patiently responded:

"I have my uses; I will return them shortly."

These pseudo-gods had harvested souls into their divine domains and had likely not yet devoured them; there was still a chance for redemption. However, it couldn't be forced; it could only be coaxed.

The six bishops who had harvested the entire Outer Third Ring exchanged hesitant glances.

After a long pause, the old woman from the Crimson Church coughed and said:

"We believe you."

He opened His divine domain, and from within the deep red aura of war, confused souls flew out in every direction, returning to their rightful owners.

In the midst, Chen Xiang saw the aunt and Li Xiaotong.

The old woman apologized:

"Some have already been digested; I cannot return them."

The remaining bishops, witnessing this, no longer hesitated and sorrowfully opened their divine domains, unleashing streams of souls.

The earlier harvested souls had been partially consumed; many who had died not long ago in the Outer Third Ring reopened their eyes, but many others would never awaken again.

Chen Xiang closed his eyes and silently sensed. Among the over one hundred million people in the Outer Third Ring, only a small portion remained.

Only thirty million remained, less than one-fifth of the total.

More than one hundred million people had died forever, with no chance even to follow the River of the Dead to rebirth.

The pure white angel closed His eyes for a long time.

When He opened them again, He smiled warmly:

"Six, follow me."

He led the six bishops who had participated in the harvest and were now utterly bewildered onto the clouds, attracting the astonished gazes of many powerful beings in the Inner Third Ring.

"Are you about to?" the old woman asked, confused.

The pure white angel replied lightly:

"This is the first day I become a Taboo. What I govern, concerning reality, is the 'Loophole' known as [Observation]."

The bishops exchanged glances. Observation?

What is observation?

Why does He want to speak to them?

They did not ask but patiently listened.

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The pure white angel silently comprehended Himself while narrating:

"The real world has long lost its [Observer], existing in a very unstable state. Time is locked, history is untraceable, and the future is no longer in a 'certain state.'

"The greatest no longer observes reality; [Observation] has thus become a loophole, and I acquire this right, but it is currently very small and weak. The world does not exist due to my observation."

"To grow, I must be sung and revered by enough people in reality; only then can I become stronger."

After a pause, He smiled and asked:

"Do you know the fastest way to grow my [Legend Degree]?"

Holding a damaged violin, the pseudo-god from the Church of Life frowned:

"We still do not understand Your meaning; please speak plainly."

"Very simple."

Chen Xiang's voice deepened:

"What could be more shocking than slaughtering six pseudo-gods on the day of my birth under this dawn?"

The moment the words fell, the six bishops' expressions changed drastically, and they all retreated!

Chen Xiang's expression was calm as he unfurled his great wings behind him. A tempest of void surged, sealing the area, isolating all external gazes, and leaving the six bishops within with no escape!

All this happened in an instant. The old woman reacted first:

"Something is off! Everyone, strike together!"

The other bishops also acted decisively. In the same moment, the six divine domains of Deep Red, Starry Sky, Shadow, Lost, Hell, and Life unfolded simultaneously, aiming at the pure white angel standing in the eye of the void storm, burdened with the colossal illusion of the cross!

The six pseudo-gods joined forces; even those nearing the level of a giant, approaching the fourth step of power, would have to retreat.

"What is observation?"

The pure white angel replied lightly:

"Everything exists because of observation. I cannot reach that level, but..."

He closed His eyes.

At the moment the pure white angel closed His eyes, the illusion of the cross behind Him collapsed along with Himself!

From actual existence, it collapsed into uncertainty, becoming inscrutable and difficult to perceive, manifesting as a chaotic mist of randomness and probability!

All killing methods missed their mark.

"How is that possible?!" The old woman was astonished as she heard a faint voice filled with authority coming from the writhing mass of chaotic mist.

"When I no longer observe the world, the world cannot observe me either. My existence becomes infinite; I both exist and do not exist, I am both life and death, existing within infinite possibilities, where all probabilistic events will play out in sequence on me."

The chaotic mist continued to writhe, and its eyes opened. This undetermined mass of chaotic mist transformed into a pure white angel bearing a cross.

Its wings flapped once more, resonating with the void of the cross, unleashing the power belonging to the void!

A vast number of rifts in the void appeared, presenting a deadly assault, striking toward the old woman!

She was torn apart, her body battered, and the deep crimson domain of the War God she had extended nearly collapsed. She shouted hoarsely,

"Do not hold back any longer! There is a big problem with it!"

"Problem?"

The pure white angel replied with a smile:

"I had already prophesied that those who withdraw their waves, not affecting the mundane, can survive."

"The rest must be accounted for!"

The six bishops felt their scalps go numb. The Life Bishop, clutching the broken violin, had hair standing on end:

"No, it's wrong! It is not a true god from the void!"

"It, it is still that vessel!!!"

Chen Xiang smiled. After fusing with the ashes of the crocodile-headed true god and the shattered divine personality, he not only gained the ability to exploit [reality loopholes] but could also command the power of the void!

A large expanse of the void appeared, surging in rhythm with the flapping of his wings, its eerie hue flooding forth, engulfing the severely injured old woman!

Having nearly been killed by the Kyushu, the old woman drowned in the eerie void tide, struggling and emitting a mournful cry, but her cries gradually weakened.

She was 'drowned' to death.

The first bishop fell.

"Use all your strength!" the Shadow Bishop bellowed. Endless shadows appeared everywhere, overwhelming the eerie light, sweeping toward that terrifying figure bearing the cross!

In the next moment, the pure white angel raised its gaze, its voice booming like a bell.

"Shadows?"

"I am the master of shadows!"

As soon as the words fell, the shadows reversed and, in the dumbfounded and astonished eyes of the Shadow Bishop, his own shadow divine domain transformed into sharp, unspeakable spears that pierced through him!

His heart was pierced, his breath plummeting as he gradually weakened, seeing black flames igniting, his being sinking into the black fire, consciousness fading.

The second bishop died.

The remaining four pseudo-gods were filled with dread, no longer daring to observe or hold back, each exerting their utmost strength!

The Life Bishop played the broken violin, believing in the [Singer]. He sang passionately while the Hell Bishop cooperated, the two of them wielding the light of life and death, playing the rhythm of both life and death!

"I told you,"

the pure white angel said nonchalantly,

"When I no longer observe, the world also cannot observe me, cannot measure me, both life and death, existing within all possibilities, all probabilities in superposition."

In the astonished gazes of the Life Bishop and the Hell Bishop, the pure white angel closed its eyes once more, collapsing into an unobservable, immeasurable chaotic mist.

The rhythm of life and death entered the chaotic mist.

Then, there was silence.

The mist transformed back into a human, unscathed.

"This kind of method..." The Hell Bishop trembled, "It cannot harm him at all!"

"No!"

The bishop who believed in the Traveler, from the Endless Church, shouted in anger:

"He has just been born! There are no chants! Even though the reality loopholes he possesses are extremely strange, they absolutely cannot exert too much power. There must be a way to harm him!!"

Before he could finish speaking,

he felt his head become heavy and dizzy.

Unbeknownst to him, the head of the Endless Bishop was severed.

"How is this possible?"

He spoke, bewildered:

"When did this happen? What kind of ability is this?"

"Time."

The pure white angel patiently answered:

"I entered lost time, severing your head while everything was frozen."

The Endless Bishop's voice gradually weakened:

"Lost time... but the events in lost time have nothing to do with the present moment."

What happened in the lost moment was, in a sense, fictitious because the real-time would not advance to the twenty-fifth hour, and thus everything that happened in the twenty-fifth hour would naturally not reflect back into reality.

"It's simple."

The pure white angel continued explaining:

"I took you, whose head was severed, out of lost time. Thus, you have truly lost your head. Is that easy to understand?"

The Endless Bishop could no longer respond. His head was engulfed in black flames, and his headless corpse fell.

The third.

Only three remained.

The Hell Bishop, the Life Bishop, and the Lost Bishop were speechless, each unleashing their strongest and most secretive trump cards.

Chen Xiang's memories became intermittent, life energy plummeting, death energy surging. He felt as though he were in a dream, seemingly forgotten by the entire universe.

This time, he merely closed one eye.

Half of his body transformed into chaotic mist of pure white light, while the other half still stood in reality, the one-eyed chaotic being seemed to have lost patience and attempted its final ability.

One eye observed reality, while the other observed infinite probabilities.

The infinite, diverging probabilities collapsed into one, because the other eye observed reality.

He said faintly:

"You are destined to be killed by me."

"And I have observed your deaths in advance, condensing all your future possibilities into one."

"Things exist because they are observed. Your deaths, too, are determined by my observation, becoming the existent affairs."

"Existence is reality."

The three bishops were astonished, memories from the future, not belonging to this moment, appeared in their minds.

"I died in the rift of the void?" The Hell Bishop spoke in confusion, as his being shattered, as if cut by the utterly destructive rifts of the void.

"I died in the black flames of the abyss?" The Life Bishop sighed. That degree of black flame could not reduce him to pure white ashes, yet his body still carbonized, losing its breath.

"I..." The Lost Bishop did not have the chance to express the memories that had appeared in his mind before he closed his eyes, breathless.

Chen Xiang's body restored, half of it transformed from chaos into substance.

He sighed softly; wounds, decay, the breath of death, and colors of decline appeared all over his body.

By using [observation] to condense the countless possibilities of the future, turning the deaths of the three bishops into inevitabilities that had already occurred,

he had equivalently experienced all the possibilities during the battle with the three bishops.

In all those possibilities, he never died, but he had been injured in many scenarios, and all those injuries manifested.

This was the [price].

The storm of the void gradually dissipated, and the external gaze was projected back in. Six corpses fell from the sky.

The dawn's brilliance illuminated the pure white angel bearing the cross. His great wings gently trembled, stirring up the morning glow as he slowly rotated.

He stood in the morning glow.

Standing in the silence of the Great City.