Boom!!

A mysterious, transparent aura shot up to the sky.

In the ruins, the spirits of the angels and witches from the war shuddered, witnessing an unforgettable sight:

Swish——

It stood in the giant square entrance of the tower, facing the twilight beyond, its enormous shadow of black mist faintly cast diagonally, covering as many as four witch towns on the ground.

Divine light surrounded it, like a miracle, as if it were the one true God of heaven and earth.

"The figure pierces the clouds..."

"The great deity that creates all life!"

The world seemed silent in an instant, even Professor Xika widened his eyes, watching the distorted towering figure in the sky in disbelief.

Fu Qingjun paid no attention to the ants on the ground, having grown accustomed at the desk, walking past the guard room with calm demeanor, stepping steadily upward, and said indifferently:

"Return the souls of the departed."

"Then, back to my room to find the phone to bring back..."

"On my third transformation, the entrance to the world tunnel is finally as big as a fist, it should be passable.... bringing back the phone, every day I won't be so bored."

As a modern person, he realized profoundly how painful it is to be without a phone and internet.

The internet is hard to access, so first get his phone.

And the phone will also be a tool for organizing many things, gang information resources, modern smartphones can easily outclass the super bulky computers of World War II.

Yes, it is said that in that terrifying technology country, not only robots appeared, but electronic computers had already emerged.

Perhaps now, instead of the World War II era, it would be like this world's war era is merely a century late.

"Swish!"

Fu Qingjun's dark hair flew coldly in the sky, like endless long whips striking in the void, traversing the fog, sucking in the soul mist permeating the entire room.

The gale swept through.

The massive twisted shadow, like a world vortex transforming into an endless starry sky.

A large number of souls were returning.

....

In the distance.

A Feathered Serpent silhouette stood unyieldingly.

Its body shattered with bones, drenched in blood, yet holding a golden blossom weapon, with arms hanging down.

"The strong are always worthy of respect."

The powerful black-winged angel witch Youxi, stood in front of the figure, eyes still filled with admiration.

This unbelievable man, managed to stubbornly drag their steps, blocking the arrival of a large force, buying time for the train of the Feathered Serpent God, letting the opponent escape alive.

Though at the fourth realm, they eventually overwhelmed him to death.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, gazing at the vast giant deity that was stepping up the staircase,

"Our world... is returning to chaos!?"

On her face lay an irrepressible shock, "Our world seems to be collapsing, becoming a point of return!!"

In the distance, the black-winged angel guard squad, a group of core strong figures were dumbfounded,

The advent of that existence seemingly broke through the world barrier, pulling the surroundings into another dimension, the world twisting, time and space winding, resembling a black hole, engulfing the entire world in chaos.

Indeed.

They frightfully discovered the world was becoming chaotic.

The whole realm twisted, the high buildings, towers, remains, including themselves, were bending, transforming into colorful starry sky vortexes, as if masterpieces of an abstract painter, plunged into the endless sea of stars.

But that wasn't true world distortion, it was the presence of Fu Qingjun's enormous spirit far beyond theirs, absorbing and pulling at their souls causing a grand spiritual illusion!

Just like an immense celestial body, an energy sun greater than billions of their sizes, its mere gravity could suck in surrounding small celestial bodies in origin, revolving and stretching around itself, ultimately returning to its embrace.

Like stars returning to the singularity, reshaping the Big Bang of the universe.

"No! Do not look at It directly!"

Someone screamed.

Someone shouted out in fear, "That is... that is the deity of life Amiro! The hidden Ancient God in the void, walking among countless worlds, Its body comprised of endless life forms, absorbing our return!"

A God should not be gazed upon directly!

In everyone's hearts erupted this inconceivable notion.

They hurriedly bowed their heads, bent down, retreating, hiding in buildings or shattered towers, eyes tightly shut, hoping the unfathomable world's grand scene would spare them...

This moment shattered their arrogance, the first time they realized in their lives, how vast the world is, how insignificant is the universe's existence around them.

Everyone fearfully hid.

Fu Qingjun's expression was calm as he ascended the stairs of the apartment building, like a child returning home, filled with nostalgia. "It's been so long since I've returned; the ground is all ant-infested, and the stairs crumble beneath my feet."

His hair was very light.

But when there's enough of it, it forms a massive human shape, and every step crushes the buildings and towns underfoot.

Boom!

The heavy and dull sound of an earthquake; the buildings trembled unceasingly, as if a miniature quake erupted throughout the kingdom.

In this heavy, dignified suffocating atmosphere, no one dared to speak.

Almost everyone halted, statuesque, watching the ancient god waving numerous round black pillars, leaving step by step, completely vanishing.

After a long dead silence, someone finally spoke.

"You have angered the first ancient god who bestowed life!" An elderly holy angel with white wings, now a captive, cried out loudly, tears of blood streaming down.

...

...

"Ugh!"

Professor Naxika hid in the shadows, eyes widening, clutching her mouth tightly, unable to suppress the voice screaming in her heart, "Follow Him! Follow Him!"

It felt to her like witnessing the most exalted dream.

The greatest dream.

She was a historian studying ancient myths, even researching the Anunnaki ancient civilization's ruins, witnessing the mightiest first ancient god described...

"On the first day, Amiro bestowed life!" She climbed the massive Celestial Corridor, beginning to softly chant the earliest records from ancient stone tablets.

Observing the destruction of the entire civilization was indeed the right choice.

To see in this prehistoric civilization's destruction tens of thousands of years ago, the recorded... Creator God.

On our Earth, in those distant prehistoric ages, did the Creator God truly exist?

She had once excavated Anunnaki relics, written by "those who came from the sky" about the three-day decent of the gods, but she remained incredulous about a world-creating god.

Yet before her, she could swear this was a sight unrivaled in her thirty-something years of life.

She didn't know what it was.

But she was certain it was something far beyond human understanding.

"He, vast and grand, his huge writhing misty form defies specific shape. It's an endless mass of expanding, contracting black silken fog roiling, like the limbs of some deep-sea soft creature, extending soft spikes in a detestable posture."

"He, like a massive black mountain range of lifeless, icy space spanning countless light years, lying horizontally in the distant abyssal starry sky, eternally existent, coldly watching this land."

All of this has seized her throat, releasing the most primal fear buried deep in her genes.

"He is unseeable; if stared at for over three seconds, my spirit begins to waver, over five seconds, I experience fever-like symptoms, my spirit starts to drift, returning to His embrace." She kept testing the levels of staring, discovering terrifying phenomena.

From this point, Professor Naxika is indeed a competent and keen, highly adaptive scholar.

"But is this truly Amiro, the Creator of all worlds, the universe and starry heavens?"

Professor Naxika looked up at the massive entity, as insignificant and tiny as a human looking at a towering mountain, yet she felt a deep sense of disappointment.

The Creator God, so unlike the deity she imagined.

Not benevolent, not harmonious, but incredibly cold, carrying an eternal deathly silence, within her eyes even a hint of terror, morbidity, bizarre and deeply profane divine atmosphere, closer to...

Demon.

Creation... Demon?

This thoroughly overturned her positive perception of the entire pantheon schema.

In Earth's mythology, the Creator God is a radiant, majestic, kind-hearted white-haired elder, a giant human warrior holding a massive axe, or an androgynous humanoid creature...

No matter what, they were humanoid gods creating humans.

But her expression suddenly changed.

She had studied too much history, walked the New Continent of America for countless years, researching ancient history.

She knew that most of this world's indigenous mythology was fabricated by the people of their era, with ancient people often using their own image templates to create stories, crafting gods' lives from their own, thus gods were nearly all humanoid, with eyes, ears, mouths, noses...

But perhaps, this is the true form of gods?

"Why should He conform to human aesthetics? Humans are small and powerlessly laughable! In the entire cosmic river system, amidst the stars, humans don't even count as bacteria!"

Would He care for humans?

Would He be a benevolent humanoid, conforming to human aesthetics, caring for humans?

Stop flattering yourselves.

This is the true ancient god.

She thought for a long time, still unable to suppress excited fanaticism, suddenly kneeling to the ground, shouting, "Those who slumber eternally are not the dead; amidst mysterious antiquity, even death will disappear."

"Only They live forever."

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