Chapter 533

The vast torrent, brilliant like a galaxy radiating across the sky, has already pierced through ten thousand li of sky, crossing the firmament, and in the terrified eyes of the remaining false gods, it blasts toward the cluster of divine kingdoms high above.

"NO!!!"

The God of the Sky roars shrilly, wailing as if his own father had died.

My power.

My dream.

In this world, gods reside high in the sky, establishing divine kingdoms in outer space to dominate the earth.

The vast cluster of divine kingdoms together forms the legendary 【Heavenly Realm】 of this world.

He spent four thousand years, four thousand years, to finally climb to the power of a deputy lord of a pantheon.

Seeing that once the God of Thunder dies, he could take over the authority and become one of the supreme rulers of so many worlds.

As a result...

He closes his eyes in pain, as if seeing the Heavenly Realm explode like fireworks.

No need to think about it.

Even if the history of the Heavenly Realm is longer than most pantheons, with the power of countless gods layered over it.

Perhaps there is even the legacy of ancient god power.

But... what's the use!!!

In the face of such brilliance, it's useless.

Above the firmament.

Dense and vast divine kingdoms float above the clouds like magnificent continents, operating in mysterious arcs, building layers of divine domains that mortals cannot touch.

At this moment.

In the main continent of the floating continent group, in a gorgeous and luxurious palace that seems to exhaust all the luxury and nobility of the world.

The melodious bell rings, echoing between the beautiful continents.

The Bell of World Destruction.

A bell that only rings when it is enough to threaten the gods, or even destroy the local world.

"Only slept for three hundred years, and you give me this answer?"

The God of Thunder, Samor, the Great Lord of the Northern Pantheon, opens his eyes, and the thunder symbolizing royal power jumps in his cyan pupils, expressing the master's anger.

"What is it?"

"God-level technological civilization invading the mainland?"

"Or did that group of monsters in the void open the gate?"

No echo.

Until the attendant who has followed him for more than ten thousand years, longer-lived than most gods, screams with a crying voice: "No, none of that, master, it's... it's divine punishment!!!"

The Lord of Thunder subconsciously wants to curse.

What divine punishment? I am a god, and the co-lord of the gods, one of the most powerful gods.

But the next moment, he sees the sun.

Infinite brilliance, infinite glory.

The sea becomes golden, the setting sun in the sky is like blood, the ten-thousand-li cloud layer has been cleared away, replaced by a torrent.

A torrent of light!

As the sea evaporates and the mountains melt.

The glorious ocean of light crosses the sky, rising from the east, rooted in the earth, piercing through the high sky, as if the sun had turned into a long spear and stabbed out.

Infinite radiation, roaring as it tears heaven and earth.

Judging the sins of all living things, proclaiming the angry waves of the gods.

And the direction is here?!!

The Lord of Thunder turns his head blankly, and finds that on the opposite floating divine kingdom, his rival, the God of Storms, Oxi, is also in a daze.

"God of Prophecy, f*** your grandfather!!!"

Subsequently, the two emit a scream of grief and indignation together.

"Quick, quick, wake up the Father Gods!!!"

They see at a glance that although the gate is many times larger, the brilliance is indeed stabbing out from the new world behind the gate.

Damn low-level world.

This is almost stabbing everyone to death with one shot.

Fortunately, they still have trump cards, still have thighs to hug.

As everyone knows.

The higher the level, the more they know than the general public.

And as the highest level, they know a subversive secret.

Ancient gods exist.

Even he and the first batch of gods like the God of Storms, Oxi, were created by the ancient gods themselves.

And those true gods, the incarnations of world laws, are sleeping in the nine main divine kingdoms.

"No need, Little Blue, Little West, we are already awake."

The wind is rhythmically moving.

Above a continent, an old face appears in the wind that never dissipates all year round, soothing with a smile, and then the huge divine body gradually takes shape and stretches.

"Really slept for a long time, even Little Oxi has become the lord of the pantheon, and you, Amos, are also very close to us; it seems our judgment back then was correct, long-term development is indeed much better than killing the chicken to get the eggs."

Another main continent cracks with countless rifts, gray-white mist overflows, forming a thick fog covering the continent, also condensing to form the body of a god.

"Yes, the spirituality offered over the years is increasing; Little Azure is indeed capable."

"You are too kind."

The Lord of Thunder bows his head in a hurry, his heart finally settling down.

It's stable; no matter what the problem is, facing the awakened ancient gods is a small matter.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!

All nine ancient gods wake up, looking up with calm smiles.

"So what's the matter? Even you need to wake... F*** YOUR MOTHER!!!"

The next moment.

The smiles of the awakened ancient gods freeze on their faces, and their voices are chattering.

They witness the brilliance.

Carrying everything, surpassing everything, destroying everything, the shouts from the stars, the most dangerous and most beautiful aurora of the stars in the universe.

Brilliance that cannot be understood without stepping into the mythological realm.

At this moment.

Even the laws in their bodies are afraid, every divine particle that constitutes them is rebelling, screaming, wailing, and fearing...

There is no need to think at all; just by witnessing the furnace of brilliance, they know clearly that it is a power of transcendence that is absolutely impossible to match.

Damn.

What have these little cubs provoked?

This kind of light that exceeds their understanding is meaningless even in the heyday of the ancient gods.

This is a qualitative difference, the ultimate light that is invincible above the divine domain.

The nine ancient gods are completely stunned.

Completely stupid.

Even if they have experienced the mythological era, even if they have been free from the stupidity of the ancient gods for countless years, even if they have experienced too many outrageous things over the years, at this moment, only two words remain in their hearts.

Holy s***!!

Not to this extent, right?

People are stupid.

They just got up to help the servants solve a small problem, at most they encountered the anger of the gods of the other world, and you use this thing to blast me?!!!

In the minds of the five gods under the majesty of the torrent of light, only one word remains.

There are villains harming this god.

It's that the little cubs knew they were ill-intentioned, that the so-called faith gods are actually baking, just waiting to sprinkle cumin and stuff them into their mouths, so they attracted this extinction light.