What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Until one side is defeated, no one can stop this war, unless there is someone more powerful than the two of them—like Gu and Qiu in the past.

There is no such person in the world today.

At this moment, apart from Su Yan, the remaining five peak fifth-order cultivators were all entrusting themselves to that void sea, observing the battle from the sidelines, but they did not make a move.

Those ancient gods who, like the Lord of the Sleep, had awakened from their slumber had already taken in the battle through the eyes of their followers, but they too had only watched.

No one, not even the Old Gods, was willing to get involved in this battle, risking what was likely to be death.

This is all because of that blood-red light.

It seems that all the deaths in the world are gathered in it.

That is invincibility, proven by countless people with their lives.

Even the Lord of Sleep is no exception in the face of this.

As a meteor fell into the sea, leaving a clear straight line in the sky, the Pope's figure finally became clear.

He stood in the sky, his eyes filled with weariness, yet exceptionally bright.

Thousands of stars, radiating a blood-red light, surrounded him without diminishing in the slightest.

The Lord of Sleep stood opposite him, his body clearly unmarked, yet his aura had weakened considerably, no longer possessing its former power.

After the two switched places, they remained silent.

The pressure created by this silence even affected the sea.

The waves, which had been rising and falling, suddenly slowed down considerably, then gradually solidified, until they were still as if carved or painted.

Blood-red starlight was scattered across the sea, illuminating the dark corners, creating an extremely eerie scene.

The Lord of Sleep looked toward the Pope.

The Pope said, "So you're nothing special after all."

The Lord of Sleep looked at the stars beside him, remained silent for a while, and then said, "If I were intact."

The Pope shook his head and said, "You're still no good; you'll still lose to her."

The Lord of Sleep calmly asked, "Is this your reason for betraying me?"

The Pope said, "Of course not. The only reason I betrayed you was that I wanted to live, and you were destined not to let me live."

The fact that he is alive today is the foundation of all his choices.

It is also the center of all contradictions.

Why did his conversation with Gu Yuqiu happen several years ago, but the betrayal happened today?

Because he never believed that Gu Yuqiu was really dead, and Lin Mushi's existence proved his belief, he concluded that the former was in Xin Chu.

This is why I resolutely chose to betray them.

Only Gu Yuqiu could give him a chance to live after betraying the Lord of Sleep, and not have to worry about the latter's possible revenge at any time.

As for how he determined that what Gu Yuqiu wanted was the Ancient Scroll of the Sleeping Demon, or the remains of the Lord of the Sleeping Demon, it was the content of that conversation several years ago.

"And what about you?"

The Pope looked at the Lord of the Sleeping Goddess and asked seriously, "You can't be an idiot. There's no reason for me to descend today. There must be a condition that she offered you that you couldn't refuse. What is it?"

If no divine intervention occurs tonight, he will use Su Yan's life as leverage, along with the Ancient Scroll of Sleep, to obtain what he desires.

That was his initial thought about tonight.

Upon hearing this, the Lord of the Sleeping Ones smiled and said, "Awaken from a near-eternal slumber, no longer living like a corpse."

There is a natural understanding between the gods.

It is unknown how long ago, but He sensed the birth of a new god.

This is not surprising.

The universe is so vast that no matter how difficult it is to become a god, there will always be a few people who achieve it over the countless years. But this time is different.

This newcomer is far too powerful; even at the very beginning, he is more powerful than He was at His peak.

So He spent a great deal of time and effort having a conversation with this newcomer.

In that conversation, He learned of the Pope's rebellious intentions and that those who came after Him wanted to use His authority.

However, He was still asleep and unable to achieve divine beauty, so He took the opportunity to make a request—to ask Gu Yuqiu to let Him truly awaken.

In return, it was the same Scroll of Slumber, and His full assistance.

In other words, regardless of the outcome of today's battle, Gu Yuqiu will be the winner.

"only……"

The Lord of Sleep said, "I didn't expect her to be so greedy."

The Pope looked up at the apocalyptic scene and said with emotion, "I didn't expect this either."

The matter is now completely clear.

The conversation ended there.

Thousands of blood-red stars quietly dimmed, gathering all their light into one, concentrating it to its ultimate intensity.

The Lord of Sleep raised his hand, his fingertips slicing through the void before him.

Immediately afterwards, He emerged from the pitch-black crack.

This is the strongest means He can currently employ—using His own soul as the origin, connecting with His past memories, and summoning Him to this moment.

Thousands of stars were no longer silent; they began to rotate.

It was as if a universe had been reborn, and all the stars had left the Pope and returned to their rightful places.

At this moment, the world was completely silent. There were no more falling meteors, and the lightning and thunder had long since disappeared without a trace. The world was dark again.

When people look up at the sky and see those thousands of blood-red stars, they can't help but feel that they are truly in the universe.

Such a grand ceremony was undoubtedly to welcome the arrival of something.

In the endless darkness, a single point of light suddenly appeared and then drifted down toward the sea.

For some reason, this tiny speck of light brought with it unimaginable pressure and a sublime aura.

The Lord of Sleep remained expressionless, knowing that Gu Yuqiu's divine kingdom was about to arrive.

When the divine kingdom is completed and descends, enveloping everything within it, the outcome is self-evident.

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Seeing this, Su Yan looked at Gu Yuqiu.

Gu Yuqiu's expression was calm, or rather indifferent, no longer gentle.

She gave an irrefutable reason.

"Negotiations with the Pope are always easier."

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The world fell into complete silence.

People's eyes were drawn to the tiny point of light that was slowly falling, unable to tear themselves away, just like the most beautiful fruit.

Even the Lord of Sleep is no exception.

But He did not lose His mind. Thousands of His summoned selves rushed toward the twinkling stars at a speed that surpassed all fifth-order imagination.

The stars suddenly became disordered.

A mouthful of blood spurted from the Pope's lips.

That was the damage inflicted on him after a certain star was crushed.

A soft snap.

Then came countless identical soft sounds.

They were all soft sounds.

Everything is broken.

The stars that Su Yan had extinguished had become fragile, and even Gu Yuqiu's gift, which made the stars shine again, could not change this fact.

The Lord of the Sleeping Souls could only spare no effort and use the most drastic means to shatter thousands of stars and kill the Pope before the complete descent of the Divine Kingdom.

"It's meaningless."

The Pope coughed, his face extremely pale, but his expression grew even calmer as he said, "She is in charge of death, therefore I cannot die before you."

The Lord of Sleep said coldly, "But she has already left the throne."

If one is not on the throne, then one is not a true god, just like He is now.

Even though Gu Yuqiu can still influence many people, there is still a layer between them, and they cannot do whatever they want.

He knew this, and knew that this was his only chance of survival.

The Pope said, "Then I am better than you."

He looked at the speck of light, as small as dust, and calmly uttered a sentence.

"Because I've been waiting for this day for three years, and I've been preparing for it all along."

Everyone heard those words.

The sound of waves rose, the roar of the surf like thunder.

That was a sign that the illusory realm was about to take shape.

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The sounds of breaking became more and more frequent.

It has broken countless times, and no one can count them anymore.