Retirement begins with summoning Yuan Tiangang

Oren turned his head, his gaze passing over the shoulder line of the crowd and landing in the direction of the voice. The young-looking god was called Jidu, and he belonged to the group that he didn't get along with.

He looked at the man and said, "Nothing is real, just barking at shadows and sounds."

The smile on the face of the Divine Lord of Silent Crossing vanished in an instant, and his expression turned gloomy.

He looked at Oren's profile, but not for long.

Lord Oren's voice continued: "I am not like some people, so childish, indulging in pleasure and blind to others all day long."

"Hmph! Lord Oren, very well, very well! You're still all talk and no action."

Jidu God Venerable took half a step forward, just about to continue his heated exchange of insults with Oren God Venerable.

Suddenly, a voice descended from above, carrying immense penetrating power: "Enough."

Sound contains the power of the Great Dao.

The two, who were about to continue their verbal sparring, immediately stopped and lowered their proud heads.

The Divine Lord of Silent Crossing withdrew.

Lord Oren also withdrew his gaze, returning to its original position from the side.

The voice came from one of the five great god-kings above, specifically from the position of the God-King of Creation, whose imposing figure sat atop a throne symbolizing his status and power.

The golden silhouette of the God-King of Creation faced directly into the hall.

His voice came from the area covered by forbidden power, unhurried: "Oren, your actions are not wrong. Faced with the resistance of the human race, we should indeed do this to prove the divine might of the gods."

When Lord Oren, who had been keeping his head down, heard these words, he was immediately overjoyed.

The Flame God beside him was also taken aback; it was an unexpected turn of events.

"However!" Suddenly, the God-King of Creation changed his tone, his voice carrying immense divine power.

"There is one thing you are wrong about. In your battle in the lower realm, you not only shattered the boundary of the lower realm, but also lost the dignity of the gods. This is unacceptable."

Oren and Lieyan both felt a sudden tightness in their chests.

The hall was quiet for a few moments.

The five God-Kings sat in their respective seats, their five silhouettes covered by forbidden power sitting there in silence. The God-King of Creation was located slightly to the right of the center, and his golden silhouette appeared incomparably sacred in the hall.

Among the gods, apart from the God Emperor who rarely appears, the five God Kings jointly hold power in the divine realm.

Despite this, all the gods present knew in their hearts that the God-King of Creation held the most weight, and his words carried the most weight among the five. When that golden figure spoke, the rhythm of the entire hall would adjust accordingly.

The voice of the God-King of Creation rang out again: "Even I didn't expect that after so many years, the human race's counterattack has never stopped, and now it seems that they still have some strength. You two, go down and receive your punishment."

"yes!"

"yes!"

Lord Oren and Lord Flame responded in unison, bowed twice, and turned to walk out of the hall. Lord Flame followed him, and the two walked one after the other through two rows of standing shadows.

At this moment, the God-King of Creation spoke again. The figures of several other God-Kings sat on their seats, their faces blurred, and they did not speak. Only the God-King of Creation said: "Since Zhang Bairen's great rebellion against the God Race, the human race has never had such strength."

The name Zhang Bairen has not been mentioned in the divine realm for a long time. When the gods heard the name Zhang Bairen, they couldn't help but recall that era, an era that belonged to that person, the gods of which they couldn't quite put their finger on.

The God-King of Creation paused for a moment, then continued, "We'll discuss the matter of the current human race later."

His figure began to fade from the seat after he finished speaking, and the golden outline completely disappeared within a few breaths.

The outlines of the other four god-kings also faded away one after another, leaving no trace of their aura.

The figures lined up on both sides of the main hall began to loosen.

Some of the gods who had been standing there for a long time moved slightly, and some turned their heads to whisper a few words to the people next to them, their voices very low.

No one knew the intentions of those god-kings, nor did anyone know what "we'll discuss it later" really meant.

Whether they intended to let the rebels go or let them make their own arrangements, no clear instructions were given to them.

The Divine Lord of Silent Crossing stood in the crowd. He turned his head and looked past several figures who were talking in hushed tones, and his gaze fell on a figure who was walking out of the hall.

It was an elderly deity whose entire body was covered in golden divine light. He was rather thin, walked at a leisurely pace, and his aura was extremely well concealed.

But wherever he walked, people on both sides would slightly step aside to make room for him.

Ji Du quickened his pace and caught up with him just before he stepped out of the palace gate, lowering his voice: "Ziwei God, please wait."

Ziwei God Venerable is recognized as the head of all gods, and his strength is among the best of all gods.

Ji Du approached him. "I wonder if I could help the God King resolve this matter?"

He turned his head and glanced at Jidu.

Then he withdrew his gaze, spoke, and said, "A mixture of illusion and reality, reality and illusion."

After saying that, he didn't linger and continued walking along the corridor.

His figure gradually blended into the brighter sky in the distance.

The Silent Goddess remained, lost in thought.

The Silent God stood still, looking in the direction where the figure disappeared, and silently recited the words of the Purple Star God, "Illusion and reality, reality and illusion," several times.

He couldn't figure out whether the sentence was referring to a matter or a person, but he felt that the sentence didn't imply rejection, or at least it wasn't a direct refusal.

He raised his head, turned around, and walked towards his palace.

In the mortal realm, night has fallen!

The protective barrier above the city still maintains its perfect arc, shrinking inward in the ongoing darkness to protect it.

Just then, suddenly, in the distance, in the sky above...

A figure appeared in the sky, radiating a dark green divine light. He pierced through the sky and looked down at the land below.

He then determined the direction, and then he took a step in one direction, and his figure disappeared.

When it reappeared, its figure was already above a city.

His figure hovered above the city, looking down at the quiet city. As he drew closer, he saw the barrier protecting the city.

Divine light swirled around him, turning a small patch of sky around him into a dark, eerie green.

Then it was confirmed, this is the place.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a hint of anticipation: "I've finally found you."

He wanted to break through the barrier, so he reached out from the divine light and took out his magic weapon, which was a series of small towers that appeared in his palm.

The tower has seven stories, and the eaves of each story have a fine barbed structure. The surface is covered with a layer of continuously flowing dark patterns, like a living thing contracting.

He lifted the tower with one hand and pushed it forward. Divine power surged from his palm and entered the tower. The tower began to accelerate the moment it left his palm, crashing into the transparent barrier above the city.

The dark lines at the edges gradually lit up as the acceleration progressed, like a row of fuses being lit one after another.

Suddenly, just as he pushed the small tower, a hand reached out from the darkness beneath the barrier.

The hand appeared too fast.

The five fingers spread out and grasped directly at his figure.

At that moment, the consciousness of the Silent God was still focused on pushing the tower forward.

When he saw the palm, a look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

He immediately adjusted, using his divine power to activate his magical artifact. When his most precious treasure, the small pagoda, collided with the giant hand...

As he anticipated, the palm would crack open.

However, the result was not as he expected, breaking through the giant hand; his tower was directly bounced away.

The tower veered off course and flew upwards to the side. He instinctively raised his hand to recall the magical artifact, while simultaneously channeling divine power into his hand, which was not yet fully disconnected from the connection.

The small tower flew back quickly, spinning in front of him, its size increasing rapidly, the patterns on its edges awakening and expanding outwards.

At that moment, the hand closed up.

With a single grasp, the giant hand squeezed him tightly, trapping him within its palm.

He was also completely bewildered. What was going on?

He was filled with questions. Something seemed off about the plot. He was supposed to be on the defensive, but the defense itself didn't seem right.

Then he felt the hand closing in, with pressure coming evenly from all directions, and simultaneously pulling inward from all directions, with immense pressure emanating from the giant hand.

The divine light surrounding him began to deform under the increasing pressure, and the eerie green light was squeezed closer to the surface of his body.

It begins to collapse and shrink from the outer edge toward the center where he stands.

His body seemed unable to withstand the force.

"No!"

He panicked.

He shouted, but the only response was an even tighter grip, accompanied by destructive lightning crackling from the giant hand.

He tried to activate his magical artifact to resist, but the tower was still spinning. However, the power seemed to belong to no known rank sequence. The more violently he activated it, the less feedback he received.

His resistance was being absorbed and returned by the continuously contracting force, each infusion heavier than the last.

Cracks began to appear on his skin.

The cracks first appeared on the forearms and sides of the abdomen, and then spread to the limbs and torso along the edges where the divine light was thinned.

The eerie green fragments peeled off from the shattering halo, and after detaching from his body, they were crushed into finer powder by the continuously tightening pressure, disappearing completely without even a moment to dissipate.

"ah!"

With a scream, his body completely collapsed and shattered.

A pale green divine light spread across the sky, like countless stars falling to earth.

The true form is shattered!

At that moment, a tiny figure appeared in that giant palm.

This is his primordial spirit.

He wanted to escape!

However, just like before, the giant hand gave him no chance at all, and clenched its fist tightly again.

Cracked, reduced to ashes!

Indeed, this visitor was none other than the Divine Lord Jidu. He still followed his own little scheme, wanting to descend to the mortal realm and kill these rebellious humans.

He never understood why, even in his death, he hadn't even seen the rebels when all he wanted to do was descend to the mortal realm and deal with them.

A giant hand appeared and grabbed him, and he was utterly powerless to resist, killed by such a single blow. Moreover, he was a god, immortal and indestructible, so why!

If he had known this, and that his opponent was so strong, he wouldn't have acted so arrogantly. He seems to be truly dead!

The hand in the sky withdrew without leaving any trace.

And so, the figure of the Divine Lord Jidu vanished from the world. The entire process took less than ten breaths. A divine lord quietly disappeared from the world without any resistance or disturbance. Everything returned to silence.

Inside the city, Tian slowly withdrew the hand that had just been extended from the palace.

He glanced down at the new thing in his palm, his expression indifferent. It was a seven-story pagoda, its body shrunk to the size of a palm. The dark patterns on its surface had stopped flowing, as if it had been separated from its controller and entered standby mode.

He casually weighed it in his hand, then put it away without giving it another glance.

At this moment!

In a separate space within the realm of gods, everything was white, hazy and indistinct, obscuring the view to the distance. This was a forbidden area under the supreme authority of the divine realm.

There are no boundaries, no distinction between near and far, like a whole isolated area covering all observable directions.

However, in the center of this empty space was a pool of water. The surface of the pool was calm and still, the color was pale, and the edges were blurred.

Within this vast white area, a section of water is set aside, with no clearly defined shoreline.

The pool of water exuded a vast and genuine life force, like some kind of slowly operating core.

A figure floated above the pool of water, surrounded by a pale blue divine light, his face indistinct.

At that moment, he sensed something.

The moment he sensed it, his gaze turned towards the pool of water below.

After a while, he raised his right hand, and a pale blue divine power flowed from his fingertips, falling in a straight line into the pool below.

The divine light pierced through the water's surface and fell into the depths of the pool, yet it did not stir up any ripples. It was as if the water's surface had absorbed it, as if only a small pebble had been thrown in, leaving only a deathly silence.

He waited for quite a while.

The water level remained unchanged.

So he made a second attempt, and once again unleashed a divine power filled with the laws of nature into the pool below.

He remained seated in that position, staring at the pool below, where the still water lay quietly.

His body was continuously illuminated by a layer of pale blue divine light, neither increasing nor decreasing, covering the silent surface of the water with a uniform brightness.

This time he waited for a long time, but the surface of the water gave him no response and remained completely unresponsive.

He raised his hands, and a faint divine power emanated from them, forming a blue screen in front of him, on which images began to appear.

He stared at the screen, where it was the figure of the God of Silent Crossing. In the video, the God of Silent Crossing went from the God Realm to the Lower Realm, and then arrived in front of a city... where he was crushed by a giant hand!

The screen freezes!