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Thor was also enraged to the extreme, and the billions of chains around him shattered inch by inch, spreading into terrifying, scorching light!

Under this terrifyingly brilliant light!

Time sleeps, rules are reorganized.

Everything disappears silently and without a trace under the illumination of the radiance!

It was as if everything was being wiped out from an unknown dimension by unknown forces!

The two extreme powers are about to perish together!

At this critical moment.

"Buzz..."

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

All the roaring, howling, and shattering sounds abruptly disappeared in that instant.

A faint yet omnipresent white light silently descended from the very top of the void.

That wasn't the blinding white of thunder.

But it was like the first ray of dawn falling from the sky at sunrise.

It is silent and unobtrusive, yet it nourishes all things.

Gentle and ancient, like the pure and pristine light reflected when a newborn baby first opens its eyes.

It appeared silently, but the moment it landed, it silenced all fourteen of Lin Mo's raging Great Dao Divine Weapons.

Immediately afterwards, the light swept across the face of the enraged ancient thunder god.

"Crack."

There were no earth-shattering battles, no desperate roars.

The ancient thunder god, whose might overwhelmed all the heavens and whose name struck fear into the hearts of emperors of all realms, vanished without a trace the instant he came into contact with this ray of light. Before his fury could even turn into horror, his entire body dissolved into nothingness, like snow melting in spring.

Not even a trace of the laws remained.

The entire churning sea of ​​lightning, along with the countless chains of punishment, was wiped clean in an instant.

Above the sky, only a ray of light flowed.

Deep within that light, a pair of utterly serene and timeless eyes, spanning countless epochs, faintly emerged.

That is……

God of light!

The true creator of the entire Holy Realm of Light!

Inside the ruins of the temple, the Pale Witch's body went limp, and she collapsed to her knees, her forehead pressed tightly against the cold rubble, trembling so much that she couldn't utter a single word.

The other eleven chief witches held their breath, their very souls completely shutting down.

The gods... the true supreme gods have appeared in the world!

Above the sky, those vast and indifferent eyes did not linger on the ruins for long.

He slowly lowered his gaze, piercing through the layers of black tide, and finally landed on the black-clad youth who had just gathered the black mist and reformed his form.

Lin Mo wiped away the dark red stain from the corner of his mouth, gripped the slightly trembling Nine-Story Divine Tower in one hand, and raised his head to meet that gaze that transcended eras without flinching.

Their gazes met for a brief moment in the void.

The being deep within that light seemed to pause almost imperceptibly, a faint ripple appearing in its eyes.

It was as if it were examining something, or as if it were confirming something.

But in the end, He did not speak.

The next moment, boundless light poured down from the heavens like sweet rain, instantly enveloping the entire shattered magical world.

"Splash!"

A miracle unfolded before everyone's eyes.

The collapsed central sanctuary retreated rapidly in a way that defied the logic of cause and effect. Obsidian pillars that had turned to dust rose up again, broken magic runes automatically mended themselves, and even dust floating in the air returned precisely to their original positions.

The dried-up rivers flowed again, and the shattered mountains were rebuilt with new backbones.

The Pale Witch's severed heart meridians were instantly healed, and Luo Xingran's depleted magic power was replenished in the blink of an eye. The injuries and hidden ailments on the twelve witches were washed away clean in this shower of light, and their vitality was even stronger than in their prime!

In the blink of an eye.

In a world dominated by black and white, color has reappeared.

Like a master of color matching, he meticulously redraws the perfect colors of the entire world.

Everything in the magical world has been completely restored to its original state.

A gentle breeze swept through the palace gates, and sunlight slanted across the brand-new white jade floor tiles.

Tranquil and peaceful.

It was as if the divine battle that had just been so devastating was nothing more than a dream.

Above the sky, the gentle light quietly faded away, and those ancient eyes vanished completely into nothingness.

The main hall was deathly silent.

After a full half-incense stick's time, Luo Xingran stiffly turned her head to look at Lin Mo, who was standing in the center of the hall, looking down at his hands.

Her throat was so dry and painful that it took her a long time to squeeze out a few words:

"Was that...the God of Light?"

Lin Mo slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the surging eighth-level aura around his body finally stabilized completely.

The fourteen perfected laws of divine weapons transformed into tiny Dao seals and sank into his palm.

He raised his hand to rub his temples, but a deep, solemn look flashed in his eyes:

"If it's not Him, then who else could it be?"

"This is...this is terrifying...I feel as insignificant as a real ant."

The ever-changing witch patted her chest with lingering fear, her full breasts heaving violently.

"The last time I had this feeling was when I first entered the magic academy."

"Is the ancient Thor dead?"

Ye Youmeng straightened up, her gaze falling on Lin Mo with some concern.

"Will He come looking for trouble with Lin Mo again?"

"He might be dead, or he might not be."

"Even if He dies, it doesn't matter, because gods can be resurrected infinitely."

The Pale Witch shook her head.

"The methods of the gods are beyond our comprehension."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere in the hall froze once again.

What if Lin Mo fights Him next time, and there is no God of Light?

Lin Mo did not respond.

He stood still, silently sensing the terrifying power that had transformed within his body.

All the values ​​on the panel disappeared.

Talents and all attributes have disappeared.

Lin Mo

[Race: Ultimate Void (Rank: Unique Supreme, Void Creature)]

[Level: Unmeasurable (Exceeds the mother world's upper limit)]

[Energy Level: 0.3 Imaginary Force]

[Divine Position: None]

Although nothing was written on the panel.

But Lin Mo could still feel his former power and could still use it normally.

Not only that, his power is at least tens of thousands of times greater than before!

This is still without the blessing of a divine weapon.

If he were to be empowered by a divine weapon of the Great Dao, his strength would be absolutely at the pinnacle of the Emperor level.

No Emperor-level expert can surpass him.

Fourteen divine weapons of the Great Dao? I'm just kidding.

His combat prowess has reached an unbelievable level.

Even without using a divine weapon, an ordinary pseudo-emperor would be nothing more than a slap in his face.

As for imaginary force.

The moment Lin Mo possessed the power of imaginary numbers.

As if the heavens and earth themselves had told him, he instantly understood what imaginary force was.

This is true immortal power.

Those who possess the power of imaginary numbers are truly immortal.

Even if it is killed by a truly terrifying being, it will condense its body in the deepest void and then be completely resurrected!

No matter how much time has passed, as long as he possesses the power of imaginary numbers, he will never die.

Or rather, Lin Mo, who possesses the power of imaginary numbers, can no longer be called himself.

He should be called "He".

Or... a false god?

However, Lin Mo did not feel arrogant.

Just now, after glancing at the God of Light, he sensed an extremely vast, even unfathomable, imaginary force.

That feeling made him feel like an ant trying to peer into the boundless ocean.

Fortunately, the God of Light had no ill intentions towards him.

There might even be a little... attraction?

Just now, before the God of Light left, he left a faint yet incredibly clear mark deep within his true spirit.

The mark was not hostile; on the contrary, it exuded an ancient aura of creation that shared the same origin as, or even surpassed, the Tree of Life.

And in the reflection of that brand, the boundary realm, the deepest part of the Dawn Hell where the clone was trapped, was clearly revealed!

Lin Mo's eyes narrowed slightly.

What exactly does "God of Light" mean?

……

at the same time.

Lin Mo's clone, who was in the realm of fate, collapsed from exhaustion by the roadside.

Ye Youmeng rushed out to look for Lin Mo, and she cried out in distress.

After finally calling the police, they found the unconscious Lin Mo.

When Lin Mo woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed.

Ye Youmeng was sleeping soundly, holding him in her arms, with tear stains still on her eyes.

He was muttering in his sleep:

"Honey, let's not have the big house anymore."

"I don't want the car anymore."

"All I want is for you to be alright..."

Lin Mo's clone, possessing the power of imaginary numbers, directly broke free from the influence of the boundary.

My tired body was instantly restored.

He looked at Ye Youmeng, who was holding him and sleeping soundly.

Suddenly, I hesitated.

If we help her awaken her memories now, won't it be too awkward when she wakes up...?