What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

She is one of the reasons why humanity can be proud, and she will surely be engraved in history books; she is an indispensable link in history.

Most importantly, she has the right to say that.

Because she was once a god.

"That's not important."

After a moment of silence, Yuan Chu looked at her and said, "Regardless of my true nature, you must make a choice."

"My answer is very clear."

Gu Yuqiu's smile remained unchanged as she casually said, "This is not up for discussion."

This means fighting to the very end.

He showed no disappointment or regret. He reached out, grasped a beam of white light flowing from his body, and threw it to the ground.

By this time, it was already dark, and dark clouds obscured the sun, making the illusory realm appear even more desolate and cold.

Thus, this beam of white light replaced the sunlight and fell straight down.

To everyone's surprise, the white light did not fall on Gu Yuqiu, but rather on the crowd.

The extremely bright white light, along its path, subdivided into countless lines, carrying seemingly infinite knowledge, penetrating everyone's clothes and entering their bodies.

Then it disappeared.

The sky darkened once more, and everything seemed the same as before...

Even an idiot wouldn't think that way.

Gu Yuqiu sensed it very clearly: the people surrounding her at the center of the crossroads had become much stronger in a very short time after being injected with that white light, far surpassing their previous strength.

In a sense, that white light was a blessing, a means by which the gods used it on believers.

At this moment, she was still only at the third level, facing nearly a hundred people of the same level, more than ten fourth-level people, and the fifth-level monk Jiehai.

If a battle occurs, no matter how you deduce the outcome, there will only be one result.

Outside the virtual realm, Su Yan's confidant watched the scene unfold, his expression constantly shifting before he finally lowered his head.

A member of the Special Affairs Bureau reported the situation to Lu Xiu via communication equipment, but received no reply for a long time.

The ascetic of the Divine Will Walker hid in a high-rise building, watching Gu Yuqiu, his bright eyes gradually dimming.

The remaining members of the Church of the Sleeping Demons had already begun their celebrations, no longer glancing towards the center of the crossroads, and were preparing to search for champagne.

Everyone agreed on the same principle.

—If Gu Yuqiu wants to live today, the only way is to pay the price of the Ancient Scroll of Sleep.

There is no other way.

……

……

In the twilight world.

The battle fell silent for a moment, and all was calm.

Su Yan's face was slightly pale.

Compared to that, Akiha Harumi's situation was much worse.

That exquisite shrine maiden's outfit was now unrecognizable, reduced to strips of cloth clinging precariously to her body, threatening to slip off at any moment.

Her body, though seemingly intact, was riddled with wounds inside.

Such injuries would have killed an ordinary person long ago; there would be no chance of survival.

In fact, this was also an extremely serious injury to the will that occupied Akiha Harumi's body, which had penetrated deep into the soul and could not be eliminated at all.

Just like what Su Yan said not long ago.

—Even if you can continue to live from today onwards, you will still make me suffer for decades.

"No matter how angry you are, it's pointless."

Akiha Harumi raised his hand, wiped away the blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips, and looked at Su Yan seriously, saying, "Moreover, I think you can stand on the same side as me, because you actually want her to stay in this world as well."

Su Yan said expressionlessly, "You've reached your limit to say something so boring."

Akiha Harumi laughed, his voice trembling slightly as he said, "The main problem is that this body is no good. No matter how hard I try, I can't possibly defeat you."

Su Yan looked at her without saying a word.

"and……"

Qiu Ye Chunhai's smile vanished, and he said with an unusually serious expression, "After the battle of Xin Chu, you've taken a step forward."

Su Yan hummed in agreement.

Very casual.

It's like this is just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning.

But that's not true.

Before the Pope died, she was considered the second person in the order of near-divine beings.

After the battle of Xin Chu, the whole world realized that the gap between her and the Pope was only a hair's breadth, and the outcome was still uncertain.

Now she has taken another step forward, and in terms of pure combat power, she is undoubtedly the pinnacle of this planet.

—Gu Yuqiu discusses external matters.

This is a major event that could significantly impact the global landscape.

Even though Su Yan had absolutely no interest in any of these things.

“When we were in Xin Chu, she described to me the realm of the gods. Compared to that magnificence, I am now nothing but a speck of dust.”

Su Yan said indifferently, "So there's no way she could be in any danger."

Shen Muchan wondered why those words sounded so much like self-comfort.

Akiha Harumi had no intention of arguing, as she didn't have much time left, and said, "I look forward to seeing you again next time."

There won't be a next time.

Su Yan looked into her eyes, raised her right hand and brought it down, saying, "Die."

……

……

That intersection.

"Since you insist on being so foolishly persistent..."

That voice, filled with sacred meaning, echoed in the empty world: "Then die."

The moment the words left his mouth, a piercing meow rang out.

Songtang leaped up from Gu Yuqiu's shoulder, growing larger in the wind until it almost filled the entire sky, forming a confrontation with that huge figure.

Just as its claws sprang from its fur and swung down fiercely, the corpse of the monk Jiehai moved accordingly, blocking the claws like a stubborn rock.

A piercing sound rang out.

That was the most direct collision between the two sides, a pure clash of strength, without any euphemisms, representing a stalemate.

The stalemate was not due to Song Tang being weaker than Shen Muchan, but rather to the different outcomes resulting from different circumstances.

The assassination attempt by Shen Muchan was a last-minute decision made after the battle of Xin Chu, a time for recuperation and preparation.

From a certain perspective, this is a direct demonstration of what she learned and gained from surviving Gu Yuqiu's clutches in the real world.

Most importantly, it was a calculated yet unexpected attack, which came too suddenly to the pampered monk Jiehai, who had lived a life of ease for years.

Gu Yuqiu withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to the battle taking place in the sky.

The dead monk Jiehai was stronger than the living one; the cold and hard aura emanating from his corpse would have been troublesome even for her before she became a god.

Therefore, this battle will inevitably be long and will not be a matter of a moment.

She looked ahead and saw the crowd surrounding her like a tide, dispersing in all directions, forming an invisible net that blocked her escape route.

The sound of the waves grew louder and louder.

Suddenly a strong wind arose.

The world fell silent for a moment.

The next moment, the superhumans controlled by the Primordial One unleashed their most powerful techniques, bombarding Gu Yuqiu.

To people's surprise, this scene, which should have appeared chaotic, developed a strange rhythm under the influence of that enormous figure.

Even if this rhythm is meant to kill, it is still beautiful.

Watching the dazzling, firework-like collective attack that illuminated the dim world, Gu Yuqiu remained calm and took a deep look around.

Then, she simply snapped her fingers.

Everything vanished without a trace.

It was as if it had never happened, like a dream.

Gu Yuqiu's expression remained unchanged as she gazed at the enormous phantom behind the crowd, her eyes utterly calm.

Almost no one noticed that her body swayed slightly.

……

……

"This is... a tactic of the Church of the Sleeping Souls, isn't it?"

"Using dreams to overlay reality and avert an impending attack seems like a good idea."

"But she's only at the third tier now, and that previous group attack even included several fourth-tier attackers. What went wrong?"

"She's reminiscing, so there's no problem."

"...You're right, but this is only a defensive tactic, lacking in offense, and prolonged defense will inevitably lead to defeat."

"She's reminiscing, how could she do that?"