What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

"What is there to repent for?"

The Pope looked at the Lord of the Sleep and asked earnestly, "Please tell me."

The Lord of Sleep calmly gave his answer.

It was a language whose origins were unknown, yet everyone could understand it.

—You are stronger because of me.

This statement can be interpreted in many ways, the most direct being: the Lord of the Sleeping Ones is the trailblazer, while the Pope is the successor.

The Pope shook his head and said, "I am not the person you chose. No matter which path I choose, I will inevitably be the second strongest one."

When he said a certain word, he suddenly paused, glanced at Gu Yuqiu, and then changed his words to the second.

The shift was so sudden that almost no one noticed the look in his eyes, yet everyone understood the meaning behind his words.

Yes, no matter how remarkable someone was, even if they were born in the same era, you can only strive for second place.

The Lord of Sleep nodded, and then said something.

So you are not Him after all, and you are not qualified to negotiate with me.

The words faded away.

The world fell silent once more.

The next moment, countless bolts of lightning, following the will of the Lord of the Sleeping Soul, fell like a waterfall and crashed into the crater, as if to annihilate everything.

The Pope had reacted prior to this.

The sparse stars before him suddenly emitted an extremely bright light, completely burying his figure and disappearing along with the lightning.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder, which had cascaded down like a waterfall, finally dissipated.

A moment later, the roaring sounds that had terrified countless ordinary people disappeared.

The world fell into an eerie silence.

It felt as if a mountain was pressing down on their hearts. Those who were still conscious and hadn't been confused by the aftershocks felt extremely uncomfortable.

The lightning slowly dissipated.

The Pope reappeared.

The white robe was charred black, as if it had been burned, and was full of holes, no longer able to cover the body, revealing the equally terrible and gruesome wounds.

The stars before him went out completely, and there was no more starlight.

The Lord of Sleep looked at him and said one more thing.

Accept your fate.

As He spoke, He was clearly only looking at the Pope, yet everyone who looked at Him felt as if they were looking directly at Him and hearing His voice.

At this moment, the world was pitch black.

The entire capital of Xin Chu was plunged into darkness. The terrifying lightning strike that had occurred earlier was merely a small aftershock, yet it still caused a major power outage in the city.

So this is what gods are.

Even though he was only occupying the body of a second-tier being, he could still do this much, instantly beating a fifth-tier peak expert, the best in the world, to near death.

There is still room for manpower.

It might be effortless.

He is merely a god who has not yet fully awakened, but is a remnant of the past, far from being at his peak.

This is a difference that cannot be measured in miles.

Many people thought about these things, recalled that person, and had questions.

Just how strong is that person?

This is what most people think because of shock, but ultimately some people think more deeply.

For example, Su Yan.

She looked into Gu Yuqiu's eyes and silently asked, "How do you plan to ask Him to leave?"

The Old Gods have awakened from their slumber, bringing countless changes to the world. Organizations like the Church of the Sleeping Demons have sprung up everywhere, all in an effort to return.

Now that the Lord of the Sleeping God has paid a huge price to perform a divine descent and displayed seemingly invincible power, there is no reason for him to leave after executing the Pope.

Because He couldn't possibly be an idiot.

After the Pope's death, the Church of the Sleeping Spirits will no longer have any fifth-tier peak members, and will inevitably be targeted by various forces to seize the interests that it is powerless to protect.

If He remained in the mortal realm, He would most likely face an attack from the other six peak fifth-tier gods, because no one wants to allow another ancient god to exist in the mortal world.

Therefore, He only has one choice left.

After taking over the Pope's body, he continued to separate the new Chu from the real world and establish a brand new earthly kingdom.

This is something Su Yan cannot tolerate.

Gu Yuqiu did not answer.

She looked over there.

……

……

The Lord of Sleep walked into that huge pit.

The ground, washed by the lightning waterfall, underwent a tremendous change. The gaps left by Su Yan's fist had disappeared, becoming a seamless whole.

He came before the Pope, raised his right hand, and prepared to strike with his index finger.

Just then, the Pope looked at the sky and suddenly said something.

"In dark times, should the stars also go out?"

This question sounds like a question to someone, or like a prayer to a deity.

The question is, besides the Lord of Sleep, who else in the room is qualified to answer this question?

People were bewildered, wondering if these were your last words.

Suddenly, a faint light appeared in the pitch-black world.

A voice then appeared.

Pride tinged with nonchalance, as if everything in the world was nothing more than that insignificant in his eyes.

"That kind of world is too boring, I don't like it."

……

……

The voice seemed to appear out of nowhere.

Countless people searched, but still could not find the source of the sound, which only made them more bewildered.

Shen Muchan looked at Gu Yuqiu, her voice trembling slightly as she asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

The white cat couldn't help but meow.

What do I want to do?

Gu Yuqiu looked at the back of the Lord of Sleeping and said calmly, "I'm just used to it, unwilling to compromise, choosing the best things, that's all."

Compared to the Scroll of Slumber, the Lord of Slumber is undoubtedly a better and more suitable choice than this pillar relic, which has already had several pages burned.

However, this is a bit troublesome, and even she has to expend a great deal of effort.

Su Yan coughed and vomited blood, looking at Gu Yuqiu's already pale face, but said nothing.

……

……

When that answer resounded throughout the world.

The Pope laughed and said, "I don't like it either."

The Lord of Sleep remained silent.

He watched quietly as the stars that had once been extinguished once again surrounded the Pope, shining brightly.

The only difference from before was that these stars now emitted an ominous, blood-red light.

The bright crimson light illuminated all directions, like a surging tide, threatening to dye the heavens and earth red!

But this crimson hue had no warmth whatsoever; it was utterly cold.

Countless people watched this scene in shock, recalling certain past events in their bewilderment, wondering if that person was already dead.

The Lord of Sleep said something that had a very simple meaning.

--I see.

"Yes."

The Pope looked at the Lord of the Sleeping and said earnestly, "Although she and I have not discussed you, it seems that we are both thinking of the same thing now, and that is you."

The Lord of Sleep shook his head and said one sentence.

Since there is no agreement between you, how can you be sure that you will get what you want, instead of being taken into account like me?

You must understand that by choosing to bear His power, you are heading towards death, with no possibility of turning back.

The reason He descended today is naturally because He had met Gu Yuqiu and had a conversation with her.

As He spoke, He glanced at Lin Mushi, and His meaning was quite clear.

How could the girl's aura possibly escape His perception?

The Pope said, "I have thought about this issue very carefully, and the first thing I did when I came here was to talk to her."

He reached out and placed his hand under a blood-red star, feeling the seemingly endless power within it, and said, "Then I thought of a very simple way."

He spoke these words very softly, believing that only the Lord he once believed in could hear them.

The Lord of Sleep wanted to say something more.