Chapter 885: Boarding the Ship

The situation, which had been as precarious as a pile of eggs, suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse; that the Holy God had developed such a strange condition was already unexpected enough. That the giant green sphere finally broke open and a strange young man crawled out was even more bizarre, bordering on the uncanny. The scene fell into dead silence, everyone staring at him.

The posture in which the man crawled out was rather disheveled, but once he stood up, his image underwent a total transformation. The Heavenly Demons who had never seen him before all had the same thought arise in their hearts: Which god is this?

It was not just because this young man's appearance and temperament could only be described as divine, but also because of the divine might he carried with him. All the Heavenly Demons present, regardless of whom they worshipped—for they were all followers of some god, and gods of no small status at that—had all witnessed divine descents. They were all too familiar with the aura of a god; that kind of divine might was something only a god could possess, fundamentally different from a Mortal. Although the Songtian High Priest's strength surpassed most gods, he possessed no divine might.

Therefore, although this god's face was unfamiliar, he was undoubtedly a god.

Wait... could he be the Holy God in human form?

The Holy God had always been a green blob and had never appeared in human form. This young man did not look as disheveled as having a stick stuck in his head, but who was to say that the Holy God hadn't just completed a final rebirth through fire and changed his appearance to show a new image?

Even the Holy God's followers could not help but be suspicious. Although this young man's temperament was completely different from the Holy God's, the Holy God's recent performance had been heart-stopping. If the Holy God's image had changed to this, fully satisfying the followers' imaginations without any decline in strength, that would truly be great news.

It just so happened that the Songtian High Priest was also gone, leaving the Holy God's followers without a backbone. If the Holy God were to break out of his cocoon and be reborn in this way at this moment, the followers would surely be even more fanatical.

However, although there were no old followers of this "god" present, there were his acquaintances, who knew deep down that he had absolutely nothing to do with that so-called Holy God.

As soon as the young man appeared, Qian Jian and Zhen Jian both exclaimed "Good fellow" in their hearts. Isn't this—the most promising Sword Immortal in the Human World, the number one of the younger generation, the mastermind who ordered the two of them, Sword Saints, to travel thousands of miles to watch the show—Lord Tang Zhao?

Don't think I won't recognize you just because you dyed your hair red!

However, besides dyeing his hair red, Tang Zhao had actually made some disguises; his facial features were slightly altered, making him different from the original Tang Zhao. A stranger might not recognize him at a glance, but how could he deceive two Sword Saints who had keen senses and had been waiting for his appearance all along?

After Tang Zhao came out, his gaze swept over Qian Jian and Zhen Jian, pausing slightly as a greeting, before turning to face the Heavenly Demons: "I am—the Taixiong God."

So it is the Taixiong God...

Who is this?

His self-reported divine title could answer the question of whether he was indeed a god, and it also made it clear that he was not the Holy God. However, what kind of minor god was the Taixiong God? Not to mention ordinary followers, even the Haotian Priests, who were responsible for sacrificing to the gods for a long time and could recite the entire divine genealogy, felt the name was unfamiliar.

However, he had undoubtedly walked out of the dusk where the gods had fallen, and he looked intact, having lasted longer than the Holy God, so he must be an extraordinary god.

Haotian realized this and knew it was not the time to consider the other party's background, so he immediately bowed and said: "Greetings, Taixiong God!"

The followers followed suit and bowed. This etiquette was not the grand ceremony for meeting one's own master god, but the etiquette for Mortals to meet a general god. In any case, the people of the Lingjie should worship every deity. Many Holy God followers had forgotten this principle, but once the Holy God was gone, their minds seemed to have opened up, and they immediately remembered it again.

The Taixiong God said: "All living beings, rise."

Haotian raised his head and asked: "May I ask, Your Majesty Taixiong God, has the Great Assembly of Ten Thousand Gods ended? My god... how are the gods?"

Although the divine statues shattering one after another had already signaled that something was wrong, the outside world had not seen the situation inside with their own eyes, so they inevitably held onto a glimmer of hope. Not to mention Haotian, even the followers who had watched the Holy God stop moving wanted to ask if there was any hope for the Holy God.

The Taixiong God revealed a trace of sadness, only a tiny trace, because a god's emotions should be so faint, and he should be so, saying: "Today is a sad day. Our partners, our friends, our venerable High Gods, have left one after another. Just as you have seen—"

He pointed to the shattered divine statues behind him: "Today is the twilight of the gods."

Haotian felt a sense of suffocation and muttered: "It actually... what happened?"

The Taixiong God stared at him, his eyes shining with divine light like stars. Although Haotian knew that his strength might not be inferior to this Lesser God, he could not help but lower his head.

"Why do you ask this? What do you want to know?" The Taixiong God's voice was indifferent and majestic. "Do you want to pry into the actions of the gods to judge our wins, losses, or even good and evil? Are you waiting for me to describe everything vividly to satisfy your voyeurism, and then drag the fallen divine bodies in front of you for exhibition, so you can judge who is the king, who is the thief, and who is the rebel?"

"Foolish!" The Taixiong God shouted loudly. "Gods have the power to decide what they want to do. The right and wrong of their actions are not for you to judge, and there is no such thing as righteousness or rebellion, only the established fate and the rotation of the Shenjie. You only need to know the result; all results are the work of fate! The twilight of the gods is not the vulgar death you think it is, but merely the beginning of another era! The wheel of fate begins to turn at this moment!"

The followers felt it was unfathomable and trembled, bowing their heads in agreement, and Haotian was no exception. Under the situation where the Heavenly Demons were bowing, Zhen Tian gave Tang Zhao a thumbs-up obscurely: "Awesome, an ordinary person couldn't fake it to this extent."

After the Taixiong God had scolded everyone, he finally sighed and said: "The gods have disappeared. Those gods who survived—" He pointed to the scattered ruins behind him, where a few sporadic divine statues remained intact, "can naturally continue to protect their followers. As for where you will go after losing your own god, leave it to fate."

"Remember!" he shouted sternly. "In the dark, there is already an arrangement. Those who want to act against the momentum and the time must bear the judgment of fate themselves!" As he spoke, his figure became increasingly faint, as if he were about to retreat into the Shenjie?

Seeing that the only god who had descended was about to leave, leaving behind an unknown mess, the Heavenly Demons all felt a sense of panic. A follower suddenly shouted loudly: "Taixiong God—ho, how can I worship you?"

After he said this, his face turned a bit red, and many followers around him cast angry and disdainful looks: Changing faith is not strange, everyone might change faith later, but isn't your god's body still warm? Don't talk about changing faith, even if you were remarrying, don't be so anxious, right?

The Taixiong God paused slightly in the Void and said: "Change your faith to me? I am a god of the Fire Spirit Race, and I still don't trust followers of other races that much. You should consider it carefully. Whose follower are you?"

Although the follower was shy, the Taixiong God had responded, and he could not help but feel proud, saying: "I worship the Holy God."

"The Holy God..." The Taixiong God paused slightly and said, "What is the Holy God in such a hurry for? Your Holy God hasn't been confirmed dead yet, has he? Aren't you going to try to save him?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Holy God's followers were overjoyed and rushed toward the green remains, while the other followers' expressions changed drastically.

Haotian snorted and stared at that group of followers with deadly eyes, seemingly hesitating whether to take action and stomp out the dying embers.

At this moment, a follower shouted: "The Holy God is still ali... His Majesty the Holy God is still here! The Holy God is supreme! The Holy God is eternal!" The followers, who had been panicked, suddenly became spirited, and followers further away rushed up together. Followers of other gods trembled.

Haotian's emotions fluctuated. At this moment, someone patted him lightly on the back. He turned his head in alarm and saw it was Zhen Jian. Zhen Jian nodded at him and said: "Let's go. In our Human World's words, as long as the green hills remain, there is no need to worry about firewood. Even if it is like this, can you really kill a god at this time?"

Haotian let out a breath and said: "It's shameful. My weakness and cowardice have been seen through by you. I dare not take action, and staying is useless. Let's go."

Zhen Jian smiled. The reason he persuaded Haotian to leave was partly because he saw that he would not take action, and hesitating here was just a waste of time, but more importantly, it was to help Tang Zhao eliminate some unstable factors.

The current situation was left by Tang Zhao. Although he didn't know why he reminded the followers that the Holy God could still be saved, seeing his ease, he knew that the current situation was under his control.

Since that was the case, it would be better for the subsequent development to proceed step by step without any trouble. Unstable factors like Haotian still needed to be controlled.

Anyway, they hadn't played any role after being found by Tang Zhao, so why not just lend a hand while they were at it?

At this time, Haotian said to the followers of the gods who were still confused: "Everyone, not leaving yet? What, are you waiting for them to awaken the Holy God and then clean you up? Even if you change your faith, I don't think it's a good opportunity now. No one knows what the Holy God will do when he wakes up. Everyone, let's disperse first."

So the followers also stumbled away, and Haotian followed them out. Once out, it was Tian Jiang Dao.

Tian Jiang Dao was the Great Ship from before. At this time, the upper hull was opened, revealing the various facilities that were originally on the ship. From landscapes to residences to entertainment, everything was available, and it still looked very luxurious now.

That was all the hard-earned money of the Hundred Races, the family fortune of many years, gathered to build this Void paradise, but it first served as a wedding dress for the Holy God, and now it had become a graveyard for the gods.

Even a strong person with a firm mind like Haotian had a thought flash through his mind at this moment: Is this digging one's own grave? If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place?

At this time, Zhen Jian and Qian Jian were already waiting for him on the ship, the same small boat they came on, only the boatman was gone.

Qian Jian said: "Priest Haotian, the ship is about to depart, shall we go together?"

Haotian stopped, hesitated, but finally shook his head firmly and said: "Two gentlemen, I have made a fool of myself. I am also helpless that the Lingjie has reached this point. However, I cannot board your ship!"