What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Shen Muchan reached out and grasped the longsword that had emerged from nothingness.

The girl's sword-wielding hand was even more beautiful than the falling snow.

A fiery light emanated from the bloodline in the middle of the sword, like fireflies or stardust, dispelling the surrounding darkness.

The scene suddenly turned warm and red.

Standing in the very center, the deep red figure resembled the setting sun, with endless light emanating from her silhouette.

Bathed in light, her figure gradually grew taller and was no longer short.

Just then, Gu Yuqiu glanced at her.

No sound was heard.

But everyone understood the meaning behind that look—are you ready?

Shen Muchan remained silent, her right hand, gripping the sword, slowly moving forward and calmly pointing towards the figure in the distance.

The snow is still falling, and the waves keep crashing.

Gu Yuqiu gazed quietly at the sword's edge, a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

A few days ago, she wielded this longsword and descended upon Lin Mushi, defeating Theresa, who had already reached the fifth rank, without a fight.

She always felt that after changing her name, she was a very gentle person who loved life, disliked fighting, and only killed when she was forced to do so.

That battle that ended without a fight was, in a literal sense, the first time she, as Gu Yuqiu, had won a war without bloodshed.

Therefore, she liked the sword.

Then Gu Yuqiu recalled the choice that her believer, Teresa, made when facing her.

An ancient book appeared in her left hand, its pages turning in the cold wind.

That obscure and eerie power will once again appear in people's perception, connecting the ethereal winds together and condensing them into an invisible yet truly real giant sword.

Gu Yuqiu gripped the hilt of the sword.

The next moment, she pointed the invisible giant sword at the sky, which continued to extend and grow longer before slashing down.

The moment the sword fell, the world suddenly froze.

There was no wind, the snow had stopped, and the waves that came with the wind were frozen, as if they had been frozen, turning into a carefully painted landscape.

In this landscape, the only moving things are the firelight like stardust.

The sparks are growing stronger.

The extreme interplay of movement and stillness creates an intense sense of rupture, as if the world is being split into two absolute halves, no longer connected.

Just before the tearing sensation reached its peak, Shen Muchan drew her sword.

Instead of blocking with her sword, she swung it in a slash.

As the sword fell, the starlight surrounding her surged instantly, carrying with it a flurry of snowflakes like an avalanche, rushing towards Gu Yuqiu.

The previous silence was all her will.

The two are still far apart.

The two swords had already met.

With a bang.

Immediately afterwards, the soft sound turned into a terrifying roar with terrifying speed!

It was like a massive explosion occurring between the two swords.

The previously surging waves began to recede at an even faster speed, pulling the seawater back to reveal deeper ground, creating a giant wave rising from the inland and crashing towards the boundary between the sky and the water!

On the other side, sand and gravel that had accumulated for countless years shot into the sky, forming a sandstorm.

Two different calamities were born from the edge of the sword.

At this moment, Su Yan coughed.

The world fell silent instantly.

At the same time, the old director's gaze shifted from the still-stalemate between the two swords to the giant wave and the sandstorm in front of him.

Everything returns to normal.

……

……

Neither Gu Yuqiu nor Shen Muchan paid any attention to the changes in the outside world.

At this moment, they only had eyes for each other.

Gu Yuqiu was not at her peak. Last night's battle had exhausted her too much energy, and she couldn't recover in just one night, not to mention that she hadn't slept at all.

Shen Muchan's injuries were still present.

However, compared to Gu Yuqiu, she was ultimately much better.

Therefore, she now had the right to choose.

With a slight thought, she released her right hand and vanished from the spot.

Before the next second had even arrived, she appeared in front of Gu Yuqiu, her right fist clenched and swung forward, smashing towards the hand holding the sword.

This process did not take any time.

Time was her plaything.

When Gu Yuqiu saw that delicate fist coming down, she had almost no time to react and it was too late to defend herself.

Shen Muchan's eyes brightened.

Gu Yuqiu's thoughts shifted slightly.

The ancient book is about to be turned.

What people then witnessed was something unimaginable.

Just before the fist landed, Gu Yuqiu's right hand vanished like ashes, without a drop of blood.

So the punch missed.

The invisible giant sword shattered.

Gu Yuqiu remained indifferent, showing no sign of pain. He transformed the shattered giant sword into a new downpour, enveloping Shen Muchan before receding.

Shen Muchan ignored the impending rain of swords and snapped her fingers.

The world at dusk has now descended.

The snowflakes vanished instantly.

The clouds were nowhere to be seen.

The setting sun appeared on the horizon, casting an orange-red glow; the rain of swords was long gone.

This is Shen Muchan's world.

It was also the earliest prototype of the Kingdom of God.

After doing all this, Shen Muchan stopped and wiped away the blood that had overflowed from the corner of her lips.

Her injuries were far from healed, and the pressure she put on herself by forcibly using such a powerful method was unimaginable; she was injured in an instant.

But this was part of her plan all along.

Yes, she had already anticipated Gu Yuqiu's possible reactions and was certain that she needed to find an opportunity to get close to him and pull him into her own world in order to have a real chance of victory.

So this blood is the price she had to pay.

Gu Yuqiu had guessed all this, but her expression remained calm.

She glanced at her empty right sleeve, her face suddenly paled, and her right hand, which had turned to ashes, reappeared.

This is naturally the ability of that so-called "true lie".

That right hand, which turned to ashes, was the result of her self-destruction, and therefore she could deny it.

If Crimson's punch had actually landed, she wouldn't have been able to deal with it now; she would have lost an arm.

This is the best possible outcome.

Logically speaking, this should have been an opportunity to attack, but Shen Muchan retreated instead.

She disappeared into the twilight.

Gu Yuqiu looked up at the sky.

At the far end of the sky, an enormous figure quietly appeared—it was Shen Muchan's projection in that void sea.

This is one of her most powerful methods.

Half a month ago, when she appeared in Lin Mushi's eyes in this manner, in front of Gu Yuqiu, she almost completely destroyed Su Yan's incarnation.

The scene now is remarkably similar to that of then.

The giant slowly raised his right hand.

The sky darkened.

The last rays of the setting sun gradually converged from the heavens and earth, gathering in the giant's palm and transforming into a long spear that once again illuminated the entire world.

Gu Yuqiu walked slowly forward.

In the giant's eyes, she was as small as an ant, yet her aura grew ever stronger.

The ancient scrolls of slumber continued to turn.

One of the pages was instantly burned to ashes.

An extremely strange power surged forth, born from the burning pages of the book, and once again connected with the distant divine realm, establishing a bridge.

then.

Behind her, the deepest darkness of night quietly descended, then spread wildly, constantly devouring the last rays of the setting sun, turning dusk into night.

The world was thus divided into two completely different ends.

The boundary between light and darkness has never been so clear.