In the underground ruins at the mouth of River Guan, Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes and discovered that his divine will was bent over a divine statue.
Furthermore, there seemed to be some kind of strength that was restricting him.
It made him only be able to attach himself to this divine statue.
“What’s going on?” Yang Jian did not quite understand.
He was one of the best among the third generation disciples of the Jade Palace!
Under the guidance of his teacher and the sage, he had long resonated with several world projections.
Logically speaking, as long as there were legends about him in this world, when his divine will arrived, it would naturally give birth to true monarch pure source mystic Dao or true monarch Erlang manifestation that matched the knowledge and psionic power of this world.
But now, he was restricted within this statue and couldn’t move.
Even the range of his divine will was limited to a few miles underground.
Therefore, he tried his best to circulate his divine power and try to establish a connection with this world’s spiritual sea.
The spiritual sea was the sea of faith and also the sea of myths.
As long as he could establish a connection, he could mobilize the myths and legends of this world and trigger the storm of faith in the Spirit Sea, thereby establishing a Dao mark that belonged to him in this world.
However, he had just attempted when cracks appeared on the surface of the bronze statue of God.
In his divine thoughts, it was a whim.
It was as if if he were to do so, he would definitely invite disaster.
With no other choice, Yang Jian could only give up.
However, his attempt was not fruitless.
He peered into the spirit sea on the other side of this world.
On the other side of the world where countless mythical grade legends and faith settled.
At the bottom of the spiritual sea, there were terrifying deformed characters.
With a quick glance, Yang Jian only saw one character that was pieced together from the flesh and blood of countless deformed monsters.
It was an indescribable character.
Although it was just a quick glance, Yang Jian almost lost his Dao heart.
Fortunately, he had a clone that had fallen to the ‘true monarch of darkness shattering’ while traveling in the Western world.
At the moment, his main body had turned into countless wriggling, unintelligent eyeballs.
To a certain extent, he could be considered a monster.
Therefore, he could barely decipher the meaning of those words.
This world was untouchable!
Although the original meaning might not be so, the general meaning wasn’t too far off.
“Is this world untouchable?!”
Yang Jian took a deep breath. “I know…”
No living gods were allowed to enter this world!
Did this mean that living gods were not allowed to enter?
“Rules?”
“Establishing rules for the heavens and earth?”
“This is the means of a Saint!”
But…
Yang Jian sensed the psionic power of this world.
Even though he was bound here, his divine thought could easily sense the various high-energy reactions of this world.
Moments later, he began to frown, for this world was filled with the reactions of many ‘gods’.
Basically, it was the path of becoming a god through incense.
“Can’t a living god can’t enter?” Yang Jian didn’t quite understand. What was going on?
Also, if the laws of heaven and earth were like this, how did he get in?
“Something’s wrong!” Suddenly, Yang Jian’s enormous bronze nose twitched slightly.
“There’s something wrong with those incense burning gods!”
As a true immortal of the heavenly courts, a mighty figure who could project worlds, Yang Jian could still clearly sense that there was something wrong with those incense burning gods.
Nonetheless, what exactly was wrong?
He could not tell.
After thinking over and over again, Yang Jian finally made up his mind.
“Hmm… Let me see, why do you incense burning gods exist?”
As he spoke, he opened the divine eye on his forehead.
This was his innate divine ability!
As soon as he opened it, light immediately shone in all directions.
…
It was scorching in Sahara Desert.
Suddenly, clouds appeared in the sky.
The clouds coupled together and gradually turned into the shape of an eye.
The eye shone toward the buried pyramid under the desert, and the pyramid suddenly shook.
It seemed to have sensed the intruder.
In the depths of the pyramid, in a golden coffin, the mummy wearing the Golden Wolf Mask suddenly woke up.
The Golden Coffin separated.
As the mummy sat up, it said, “Who is spying on the Great Anubis?”
However, the clouds above his head turned into wisps of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.
The mummy in the golden coffin sensed for a moment before lying down again.
However, what even he did not notice was that the body of the ancient Egyptian God of Death had long been torn to pieces by some strength.
What lay in the coffin was only a sewn-up corpse.
More importantly, around the golden coffin, rows of golden crockery that even he himself did not find surrounded the coffin in some way.
Inside the crockery were organs that were like gold.
They were organs that belonged to Anubis!
The God of Death had long been killed!
But then someone collected his remains and internal organs and set up a strange ritual here.
He didn’t even know that he was already dead.
…
It was the long night of summer in the states of the land of Qin in the North.
The sky was filled with stars that dotted the starry sky.
Suddenly…
A golden pupil appeared in the sky.
Countless experts felt this prying gaze and became nervous.
“Are they the intruders?” They raised their heads uneasily.
Instantly, the defense system of the land of Qin was activated.
The strength of the Asgard gods began to take shape.
In the void, the figure of a one-eyed god faintly appeared.
Looking at the prying eyes in the starry sky, he asked, “Who is spying on the great Odin?”
But after seeing the one-eyed god, the eyes immediately disappeared.
The one-eyed God frowned.
“Who is it?” He did not understand, but he could not wake up, so he could only slowly disappear.
But Odin and his gods would not know.
That eye had already seen through them.
Lord Qingyuan Miaodao’s Divine Eye was naturally extraordinary.
It could break the hypocrisy and see the truth.
Therefore, under the divine eye of true monarch, all disguises no longer existed.
The one-eyed Odin’s seemingly strong body was actually flowing with divine blood.
The divine blood was dark green and gave off a rotten smell.
It was not just Odin, for the other gods were also the same.
It was just that they did not know it at all.
They were also not aware that their divine bodies were actually sewn together by a type of writing written with their divine blood.
It was Neil writing!
The writing that had once bestowed the strength of the Asgardians.
Obviously, the Odin Gods had been broken into and dragged out to be killed.
But for some unknown reason, the killers finally sewed their divine bodies together again with the strength of Neil Writing.
…
In the Church of Bone, the King of Angels suddenly became alert.
He felt that something terrible was spying on the secrets of the great Lord and father.
“Who is it?” He stretched out his hand, and a huge light sword was held in his hand.
The King of Angels, who was once thought to be unable to walk out of the Church of bones, actually rose up.
But…
When he appeared above the Church of bones, he saw nothing.
…
Cape Town.
The angel of death frowned.
He felt as if some secret had been seen.
And that secret was related to the foundation of his existence.
However, when he looked up, he found nothing.
…
In the Honor Court of the Kingdom of Fran, the God’s eyes shone on the sleeping emperor.
“Thump! Thump! Thump!”
His heart was beating!
The sleeping emperor seemed to have reached the limit of his awakening and returning.
Although traces of flames appeared around the coffin, they gradually dissipated.
The sleeping coffin of the emperor also returned to peace.
…
“So that’s how it is…” In the underground ruins, Yang Jian retracted his divine ability.
“This world is a pig farm!” he muttered to himself. “Someone is raising the gods of incense!”
People raised pigs to be killed during the New Year.
Then, what did the person raising the gods of incense intend to do?
Yang Jian did not care about this because the gods of incense were clearly not the focus of this world.
Compared to those things, Yang Jian was more curious about the east of this world.
Particularly the active God’s reaction…
In the eastern archipelago, he saw a terrifying monster squirming underground and roaring.
Under the waves of the ocean, there were lives that were as active as archaic descendants.
There were even traces of true dragon activity.
More importantly, Yang Jian also saw that there was a powerful psionic power lurking in the nine regions.
Apparently, there was a huge divine mountain that did not belong to this world that was slowly fusing with this world.
The strength of the divine mountain slowly seeped out.
And it was gradually changing this world.
To be more precise, it should be a corner of this world.
If Yang Jian was not mistaken…
“If those divine mountains eventually fuse with this world..
“Then, the regions that are affected by its radiation will be separated from this world…”
In other words, in the future, a part of this world would be separated from this world and become a new world.
Even now, this sign was very obvious.
The entire world seemed to have a curtain falling.
The east and west were gradually separating.
One day in the future, the east of this world would be independent and become a new world under the guidance of the strength of the Divine Mountains.
The sky would be round and the Earth would be square!
As for the other parts, they would be left behind where they were.
“This is probably the work of the sage!”
“It even involves the sage’s schemes!” Yang Jian thought as he silently sealed everything he saw.
He also cast a divine curse.
Only when he met the celestial would the seal be opened and these memories would reappear.
There was nothing he could do!
In the face of the saint’s schemes, if he was not careful, he would be caught up in them.
Then, he would not be able to control his own life and death!
He had already witnessed many, many examples.
Lord Lingbao’s disciples here were all like this. They were all plotted against.
Even if he was a saint, there was nothing that the god could do. Instead, he could only cry out helplessly!
