Chapter 325

"Yeah, it's just a fragment that flew out on the battlefield; on that ring belt, fragments of this level are like dust."

When people were puzzled.

Suddenly.

A faint voice sounded: "What if this isn't in the temple, but here with us?"

In an instant.

The internet went quiet.

People who were just about to refute suddenly froze in place, cold sweat streaming down.

That voice continued faintly: "After all, it's just an inconspicuous temple fragment under the angel's feet. When piercing through layers of dimensions, this fragment really became an ordinary stone temple, but..."

"It activated the God-Tomb sleeping under our special planet."

"You mean the God-Tomb has been sleeping under Mount Fuji?"

"No!"

"I mean, this mountain, this archipelago, the inside of this planet in concept, is the God-Tomb!!!"

After speaking.

The whole scene was silent.

Too much nonsense.

But compared to everything now, isn't it not enough nonsense?

Even, many people discussed it, and the more they discussed, the more details were perfected.

Then the terrifying number of divine remains obviously couldn't exist in their one world; perhaps it was the sum of endless worlds.

It just so happened that people from hundreds of other worlds appeared here this time.

Plus that bloody battlefield where endless gods slaughtered each other.

Then...

Could the specialty of their world be that it is the hidden rear base of one of those gods?

Wait.

Many people's faces changed drastically, cold sweat pouring out.

If so, doesn't it mean they've been exposed?

In addition.

More theories were proposed.

Such as the cage theory, reincarnation theory, fatalism...

Kazuma listened from the side, dumbfounded.

Holy crap.

Makes some sense.

"Old Wu, is it possible?"

Kazuma asked in his heart.

That great will, who called himself the God of Monitoring Gods, had his status completely shattered in his heart since then.

But he's a god after all, a local god, maybe he knows?

"Old Wu?"

"..."

"Damn, can you not be such a coward? Still a god, ptooey~~"

Kazuma's mouth twitched.

But he probably understood.

This statement clearly matched some of the information Old Wu knew.

Indeed.

Some later people from other worlds did find many existences belonging to their world's mythology in the icons on the doors.

Almost went crazy, their Dao hearts shattered.

The creator god or god king in their world's mythology is actually just one door/or even shares a door?

There is only one road, so people naturally don't need to judge which way is right.

But...

In the quiet environment.

Amidst the pattering footsteps, murmurs and roars occasionally came from the ancient stone doors on both sides.

Even occasionally, one could hear the pleas of familiar relatives, asking them to open the doors.

Everyone's heads exploded.

Even Orochimaru, who was the most curious and fearless in the second half of the team, desperately suppressed his thirst for knowledge.

Hypnotizing himself crazily in his mind.

"Don't court death, don't court death, don't court death!!!"

Are you kidding?

He's just a crazy scientist, not an idiot; the levels are too far apart, there's no room for jumping around.

Even so, from time to time, someone would suddenly become dull-eyed, walking mechanically toward the stone door, and then merge into the stone door like a water droplet.

Then there was a sound of chewing that made one's scalp tingle.

Asking them to open the door is obviously wishful thinking; they don't have that ability, but being stuffed between teeth seems not bad?

Hmm.

Everyone's pace seemed to have been pressed to triple speed, instantly faster, and they could even vaguely see that tall, firm back.

Don't know how long.

Finally, at the end of the seemingly infinite corridor, it suddenly opened up, and a green courtyard entwined with green vines appeared before them.

The pure white figure put down the book, rose from the bench, and looked over with a smile.

"Welcome to the Garden of Eden, I am Metatron."

Everyone went quiet.

Like the only color in a black and white world.

He was so dazzling.

Like a light in a desperate world.

He was so sacred!

The plainness of words simply cannot describe one ten-thousandth of it.

Just by rising, it seemed the world was breathing along with it.

The clouds were his gauze, the stars were his crown, and all things in heaven and earth offered praise along with it.

Praising the God King of Heaven, the King of All.

His pure, white wings emitted radiance, like the most perfect white jade, presenting magnificence in crystal clarity.

Even if they had vaguely seen this most beautiful, most sacred life form on that battlefield.

But at this moment, people almost knelt down to worship piously.

This is the only... Holy Spirit walking in the human world.

All over the world.

Lost their voices.

Trembling.

Then exploded!!!

Countless posts appeared on major forums, venting excitedly, fanatically, and crazily.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, angels have descended!!!"

"Yes, it's the magnificent angel from the window earlier, but not that big, yet even more sacred!"

"Yeah, damn it, I really almost knelt down to the screen!"

"Don't talk about it, I can't get up at all."