Chapter 464

The Myriad Worlds Venerable came to his senses and anxiously blurted: "Creator God, your Excellency! No way! This plan won't work!"

If this plan gets out, it'll probably damage your reputation, your Excellency!

Meanwhile, You He on the side gave a cold laugh: "Come on, Myriad Worlds Venerable—only the victor has the right to talk about reputation."

"Between us and the End, only one side can survive! If the End wins, not just the Third Layer World, even the First Layer World will be utterly destroyed! Why are you still talking about reputation?"

The Myriad Worlds Venerable's throat bobbed slightly as he swallowed, unable to think of a rebuttal.

You He continued: "Moreover, reputation is something that, once we win, great scholars will naturally argue for the Creator God."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qing shook his head: "You He, you're wrong again."

You He stared blankly: "Huh?"

Shen Qing stood up: "It's not that great scholars will argue for me; rather, those who argue for me are the true great scholars!"

Having said that, Shen Qing turned and headed toward the outside of the Hub Chamber: "Come on, let's make some preparations and give the End a little surprise!"

You He listened to Shen Qing's words, his eyes growing brighter and brighter—truly, one learns until old age!

He chuckled and happily followed Shen Qing's pace: "Here we come!"

The two found Shenshi locked in the cell. Shen Qing hung the Supreme Lotus on Shenshi. After comprehending the Creative Power, Shen Qing could unleash an enhanced Heaven-Shrouding Dust, and with that dust he could hide the Supreme Lotus flawlessly.

Meanwhile, You He was training Shenshi, honing his acting skills so that he wouldn't be easily seen through.

Shenshi saw Shen Qing hanging the Supreme Lotus on him and You He training his acting, and immediately understood what was going on.

He gave a cold smile: "You want to use me to blow up the Sovereign? Forget it—how are you supposed to get me close to the Sovereign? As soon as I speak, even if I utter a single falsehood, he'll see through it!"

Saying this, Shenshi turned his gaze to Shen Qing: "On this point, Creator God, your Excellency, you know best, don't you?"

You He also turned his gaze toward Shen Qing.

Shen Qing's face remained calm: "Yes! Before me and the End, any of your lies will be seen through."

You He blinked: "Then our plan is ruined?"

Shen Qing chuckled: "No rush, I've already thought of a countermeasure—we'll act fake, but we can make Shenshi himself believe it's real!"

"We can use the Sin Shackles to erase a recent segment of Shenshi's memory, then fabricate a memory of him enduring a hard battle, suffering defeat, and me sparing him!"

Shen Qing laughed, reaching out to pat Shenshi's cheek: "Everything you do will follow from your inner memory—wouldn't that make it real? Then the End won't be able to tell the difference."

Shenshi's voice trembled: "Creator God, haven't you forgotten? You all can trace back time—the Sovereign can completely trace back to the Heavenly God Realm battlefield to see what really happened."

Shen Qing gently stroked Shenshi's cheek, his tone soft as if seeing an old friend: "I haven't forgotten—how could I?"

"But I was present at the Heavenly God Realm battlefield—I was there—how could the End trace back?"

Shen Qing's Creative Power and Chaotic Power are enough to conceal the Heavenly Secrets; the End simply cannot trace back.

Shenshi's face twitched; his gaze toward Shen Qing was no longer that of looking at a creator god, but a kind of fear, a gaze as if looking at a devil.

By now he had understood that Shen Qing's plan had a success rate of ninety-nine percent.

In the next instant, Shenshi stopped thinking, because Shen Qing had already erased Shenshi's memory and began fabricating a new one.

Not long after, Shen Qing had finished his preparations, and on the divine consciousness's body, the several supreme lotuses he had arranged were perfectly hidden.

Shen Qing lifted Shenshi: "Come on, let's go greet the End."

The edge of the third-layer world.

It was extremely dim here, and at that moment a terrifying tremor came, as if it would shake heaven and earth to collapse.

With a bang, a large chunk of the dim space shattered, and the huge sound spread throughout the entire third-layer world.

In the next moment, an arm covered in purple hexagonal scales extended, and a terrifying voice kept echoing.

The terrifying power of the End spread without restraint, and the surrounding space, unable to withstand it, began to be squeezed and shattered.

And the End slowly stepped out, descending once more into the third-layer world.

Its body was covered in amethyst-like hexagonal scales, with blood-red patterns wriggling beneath them like living things.

Its form was long and twisted, with shoulder blades sprouting inverted spikes. The draconic head had a slender snout, and in its molten-gold vertical pupils seemed to burn the day of destruction.

Black mist seeped from the gaps between the scales; this was the End's power, and wherever it passed, space screamed.

A ferocious smile appeared on the End's twisted face.

"Creator! I'm back! Are you ready?"

He felt it a little, then rose and rushed toward the center of the third-layer world; every living being he passed was seized by the End and stuffed into its mouth, trapped for endless ages. He too was somewhat weak, so he continued to replenish.

Suddenly, the End stopped; he sensed a familiar aura, took a step, and arrived upon a shattered continent.

Beneath his feet, within the shattered continent, Shenshi lay covered in wounds, seemingly unconscious; the End frowned, reached out, and used his power to awaken the divine consciousness.

As soon as Shenshi opened his eyes, he jerked upright, trying to gather strength, until he saw the End; his face showed some surprise: "Lord End! You've finally returned!"

The End looked at Shenshi with icy eyes: "How are you here? Didn't you encounter the Creator God?"

He clearly felt the Creator God's aura in the prison; logically he had no reason to let Shenshi go.

The memories fabricated by Shen Qing surged into his mind, and an exclamation rose to his lips: "Lord End! The Creator God has returned! He's back!"

"The Creator God brought people and slaughtered his way into the Celestial Divine Realm! We've all become captives! The fate of the gods is unknown!"

The End spoke: "Then how are you still alive?"

"After I was defeated, I begged the Creator God for mercy, asking him to spare me! He let me go! And he told me to give you a message: 'Lord End, after you break free, your condition certainly won't be at its peak; you need to recover before we fight to the death.'"

The End could sense that everything Shenshi said was true, and his description of the Creator God closely matched his own impression, so the End also lowered his guard.

The End gave a cold smile.

"It seems the Creator is still as before! A weak, upright good-for-nothing!"

Shenshi looked at the End: "Lord End, what should we do now?"

The End smiled at Shenshi: "Didn't the Creator say that? Let me recover first, and he sent you here for that purpose, right?"

Shenshi froze, unable at once to grasp what the End meant.

But in the next instant, the End grabbed him and shoved him into its mouth; Shenshi didn't even have time to react before he was stuffed into that bloody maw.

However, in the very next moment, Zhongyan froze, because he felt that he had bitten into something different, but before he could react.

Boom!

Violent explosion surged in his mouth! Several supreme lotuses detonated together! The violent surge even caused the surrounding space to continually shatter.

And in the distance, beneath the Sky‑Covering Dust, Youhe and the Myriad Worlds Venerable both froze.

Their original plan wasn't like this; the original plan was for Zhongyan to approach Shenshi and directly detonate it, but nobody expected that Zhongyan would grab that bomb, Shenshi, and stuff it into his mouth.

"This..."

Shen Qing laughed heartily: "Never mind, even if the process was a bit off, as long as the result is correct."

Moreover, the effect of exploding inside the mouth is far better than exploding outside the body.

Shen Qing stepped forward; "Alright, you guys stay back, I'm starting Plan B."

The Myriad Worlds Venerable and Youhe froze again, and the Myriad Worlds Venerable looked at Youhe: "When did you and the Lord Creator God come up with a Plan B? I had no idea."

However, in the very next moment, a holy figure appeared in the direction not far from them, quickly approaching Zhongyan.

Its form was genderless, hazy and illusory, surrounded by primordial pure radiance. Silver hair fell like a galaxy, its pupils resembled the nascent chaos, indifferent, containing ancient stillness.

The Myriad Worlds Venerable's pupils widened: "It's the Lord Creator God! What's going on..."

This Lord Creator God is not Shen Qing, but the already‑deceased Creator God.

Youhe's brows were stern, he shook his head: "This absolutely cannot be the Old Creator God! I'm certain the Old Creator God is dead!"

"But if he's dead, then what is this..."

In the next moment, the Myriad Worlds Venerable and Youhe both thought of a possibility: if the Old Creator God definitely died.

Then the only possibility for this Old Creator God appearing before us is that Shen Qing molded him with creative power!

Why mold him? Of course to prepare another sneak attack on Zhongyan.

Both of them were filled with a frantic roar in their hearts.

Sneaky! So sneaky!!

Both of them had a thought arise in their hearts.

Today, the possibility of Zhongyan's death could be even more tragic than they imagined.