"Things are getting chaotic again."

In the only villa of the Sixth Ring, Chen Shaoyan's face was filled with worry. She gazed out at the sky, where an overwhelming, soul-stirring dark light erupted,

bringing a sense of oppression, heaviness, and a tremor from her very soul.

She bit her lip:

"I heard that a large cult has recently risen in the Outer Third Ring, controlling the thirty-six districts there. I'm worried about my little brother."

Chen Xin silently stood by the window, unable to face the terrifying dark light above and the faint bright light below. He stepped back a few steps:

"Don't worry, big sister. Little brother will be fine. You know how capable he is; he single-handedly subdued the construction teams in the Seventh Ring!"

"Exactly because of that, I'm worried!"

Chen Shaoyan took a deep breath:

"That Order Cult seems intent on unifying the Outer Third Ring. Thus, the construction teams in the Seventh Ring are the obstacles they must overcome. My little brother…"

She fell silent, biting her teeth tightly.

………………

Outer Third Ring.

The streets were completely deserted, empty.

Everyone had returned home, and the entire Outer Third Ring, the whole Great City, appeared extremely quiet under the eruption of the dark light. The terrifying sense of oppression was everywhere.

Children stopped crying, and adults trembled.

All because the god was in the sky.

"Divine Son… it's the Divine Son!"

Some residents of the Outer Third Ring peeked through the gaps in the curtains and saw a familiar, dignified young man wearing a cloak, walking down the empty long street.

This news spread quickly, and soon thirty-six more figures appeared beside that shadow, led by one riding a unicorn, donning armor, and wielding a spear and shield.

"Return!"

Chen Xiang turned to look at them.

"Wherever you lead, we shall charge forth!"

The knight clashed spear against shield, producing a resounding clang, while the other thirty-five knights, dressed in pure white ceremonial garments and mounted on warhorses, struck their spears against the ground, creating a continuous rumbling sound!

The sky had changed; it even seemed to be on the verge of collapse. Yet these knights did not retreat, following the Divine Son's side.

Chen Xiang slightly nodded, focusing on the knight leader:

"Your name is Li Rong'en?"

"Yes, that's me!"

"Take the Pure White Knights, travel through the Nine Rings, roam the Eighth Ring, and gallop through the Seventh Ring, so that everyone knows, even in the darkness, the knights remain, and order still exists!"

'Clang!'

Li Rong'en clashed spear and shield again, his voice ringing:

"I swear to fulfill Your Majesty's command!"

He raised his spear high and shouted:

"Praise Emper Xiang!"

The thirty-five knights echoed, charging forward on horseback, kicking up sand and wind, on the long street with no enemies in sight, simply to inform the frightened Outer Third Ring that even in darkness, the knights remain!

Wherever the thirty-six pure whites passed, hearts were somewhat calmed.

"Praise Emper Xiang!"

Some civilians at home raised their hands in prayer, saying so.

Chen Xiang slightly nodded, continuing to stride forward, reaching the border of the Ninth Ring. He felt many awed gazes upon him, moving forward on the tide.

The wind ceased here, at Chen Xiang's feet, and the waves followed.

A history teacher living by the shore, witnessing everything through his door and windows, was shaken. He took out his phone to faithfully record everything, eventually writing:

"In the year 1518, summer, the sky was dark and brilliant, as if it was about to collapse."

"The Pure White Knights roamed the long street, their spears pointing at all filth; their shields protected the people, charging forth in the face of impending collapse."

"The Divine Son walked upon the great river, which obeyed His command, calming its rage. The wind later extinguished, crawling together with the waves at His feet."

"This was the seventh day of the Divine Son's arrival."

………………

Ascending to the Eighth Ring, braving the terrifying atmosphere above, Chen Xiang gradually approached the ruins of the Giant Academy.

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He passed a familiar estate, pausing briefly to gaze intently, his sight penetrating the fog created by the Secret Adjustment Office, where he saw a terrifying life lying in wait.

"Mirror, I go forth to face calamity; you shall be my backup."

"As you wish."

Chen Xiang took out the necessary items and then threw the mirror into the estate, continuing alone on his path.

The Eighth Ring had just begun reconstruction, with few residents remaining. There were even fewer settled or wandering people near the giant ruins, for the rifts were too terrifying.

"Ah, the academy…"

Gazing at the collapsed bronze gate, Chen Xiang felt somewhat dazed, recalling the shock he experienced when he first beheld this gate.

In just two months, everything had changed; neither the place nor the people remained the same.

He had come here for the first time with reverence.

This time, he came with sword and blade.

"You are Chen Xiang?"

A celestial voice suddenly sounded, and Chen Xiang turned to see a beautiful girl in a short skirt with a ponytail, seemingly chewing bubble gum and looking carefree.

"Who are you?" Chen Xiang's gaze sharpened. Anyone who could stroll on the long street at this moment was certainly no ordinary person.

The girl observed him with great interest, exclaiming:

"You're really something! In just seven days, you've built a grand church from nothing and gained many followers. What a pity!"

She blew a big bubble, which popped and splattered her face.

"What a pity; you must exist as a vessel. This is your glory; the god will awaken within you, and you are fortunate to reign alongside Him."

"Are you from the Ethereal Church?"

"You know about it?"

The girl removed the bubble gum stuck to her face, her expression finally showing surprise for the first time, then laughed:

"How interesting. Those from the Ethereal Church are indeed foolish. Hmm, I'm not from the Ethereal Church; I come from…"

"From the Abyssal Void."

Chen Xiang's expression suddenly stiffened, as the girl was already right in front of him in an instant!

"I've heard that after your Pure White Ritual, your physique is comparable to the ancient saints, and in a fully liberated state, you can even rival the ancient angels?"

"Well then, let's see how I measure up against you—let's brawl!"

Chen Xiang erupted, his entire body surging with blood and energy. In his mind, he envisioned the Ruler of Dusk, and as his energy burst forth, it coalesced into a giant figure riding a chariot.

He clasped his hands together, forming a hammer-like shape to strike down!

The girl merely lightly extended a hand.

'Boom!!'

A shockwave exploded, and the ground beneath the girl cracked and sank as her lower body sank into the earth, her dark hair flying wildly in the gusts.

"Quite heavy, but not enough."

The girl smiled sweetly, without any visible divine essence stirring within her; she merely punched out, her muscles contracting and exerting force, sending Chen Xiang flying back, violently shaking him until he coughed up blood!

"What a terrifying physique!"

Chen Xiang's expression turned extremely grave:

"You're not a cultivator of the ancient path at all."

"You are… a god?"

The girl smiled:

"Ascending the Divine Ladder, the first step, Firewood."

Firewood?

The first step of the divine ladder is called Firewood?

What kind of name is that?

Chen Xiang's heart sank as he encountered such an unexpected turn when he was about to break the dimension's end spear.

But, even if it's a god, it doesn't mean they can't fight back!

"Come!"

He took a deep breath, and a fierce wind rose, his body suddenly expanding—five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters!

The terrifying giant, now forty meters tall, looked extremely intimidating under the ghostly light in the sky. The girl was slightly startled:

"Um, hello."

"Big."

Her eyes sparkled, and she couldn't help but lick her lips. Then, her delicate feet lifted high and smashed down hard onto the ground!

The terrifying power contained in the pure divine body erupted, splitting the earth, and the soil surged like waves, causing the giant to stagger.

Although the girl did not walk the old path, having stepped onto the divine ladder, she possessed a divine body and, in a certain sense, could already be called Him.

Even in pure flesh, she was not weaker than the ancient angels!

"Continue!"

Chen Xiang let out a thunderous roar, connecting with the nine dimensions. Starlight intertwined on his body, and the shadows of the abyss floated.

Hands of hell, void, deep red, and the hand of origin reached out, seizing the souls, illusions, war, and creative power. Knowledge and lost heads crowded out from both sides of his neck!

The three-headed, six-armed giant inhaled, and shadows around him wriggled towards him, forming a thick layer of shadow armor, making his body grow even taller!

"Roar!"

A storm surged outwards from the giant!

"What a powerful force."

The girl squinted against the raging wind, excitement coloring her face:

"I'm liking you more and more, but it's really too unfortunate."

She stepped forward, and Chen Xiang struck down with a fist, smashing the petite girl into the ground. The violent tremor split the earth, and nearby buildings collapsed!

The sound of rumbling echoed as bricks and dust flew.

'Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!'

Chen Xiang relentlessly hammered down with six arms, the ground shaking even more. The girl, buried in the mud, was in a sorry state and even coughed up blood!

"Indeed, you can rival the ancient angels, the very top of them."

The girl gasped heavily, her face flushed even more, and there was even a hint of infatuation:

"What a powerful, perfect body."

She was intoxicated by pure power, regretting not walking the old path, having always admired those with strong physiques.

"Enough with the chatter."

Chen Xiang's voice thundered as the spear of the void appeared on one hand and the spear of deep red on the other. Though they were both illusions, they held immense power and shot towards the girl!

"You're strong, but I am a god."

The girl sighed lightly, unleashing her true power as the four elements wildly gathered, revealing a field around her. A cloak of nothingness draped over her!

At this moment, she had become Him.

"God is before you."

He pointed a finger, and the void suddenly tore apart. A massive tide of void surged forth, pressing Chen Xiang to kneel, his skin cracking under the onslaught!

"You see."

"With just one strike, you can't withstand it. This is an absolute gap in life levels."

The god, cloaked in nothingness, walked forward, hovering in mid-air, looking down at the dimension giant, who could not stand and was forced to bow his head:

"Chen Xiang, I will remember your name."

"If this divine descent is a bodily descent, and you can retain your complete self-awareness, I will seek you out. When that time comes, we will get to know each other anew. There's no telling we might not have a chance to become lovers. When I am stronger, I will command you as my divine consort; when you are stronger, I will gladly be your divine consort."

"No, you're crazy?"

The giant, kneeling on one knee, with three heads bowed down, spoke softly, slowly raising the middle head.

"Will you still resist?" the god asked, puzzled. "You still don't understand the gap between us. You are still human, and I am already on the divine seat, you and—"

Before finishing, the god felt an overwhelming divine might enveloping them.

He saw the skin on the giant's forehead crack, a dignified eye staring at him.

In a daze, He felt as if He was looking into the eyes of a great void being.

He felt completely seen!

No secrets left!

Trembling, panic, fear.

The god gasped, the delicate body trembling under the immense divine might, and though He was terrified, his face turned even redder.

The Eye of the Thinker has three forms, and Chen Xiang directly used the final form to fully liberate it!

The fully liberated Eye of the Thinker consumed an outrageous amount of energy, making him feel immensely fatigued within moments,

But at the same time, after complete liberation, it unleashed vast divine might, staring at this eye, indistinguishable from looking at the Thinker.

The god felt breathless, collapsing under the overwhelming divine might like a deep abyss, forced to crawl, tears of blood streaming from his eyes.

The god returned to being a frail girl, her hair disheveled, her snow-white skin covered in dust.

The giant heavily stepped on the god, not caring about the soft sensation beneath his foot, calmly observing all of Him.