What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

Just as people were speculating, Gu Yuqiu spoke up.

This is something no one had ever thought of.

"I don't understand why you all assume I'm a coward?"

Gu Yuqiu asked seriously, "When exactly did I leave this impression on you?"

The world was deathly silent.

The mist in the virtual realm no longer flowed, remaining still as a painting.

Yuan Chu remained silent for a long time, staring into Gu Yuqiu's eyes, and shook his head, saying, "If this is a joke, then it's very meaningless, especially coming from your mouth."

"is it?"

Gu Yuqiu's tone was very casual, showing no sign that she was on the verge of her limit: "I don't think I'm joking."

Yuan Chu calmly said, "Then you come and prove that this is not a joke."

After saying this, the phantom waved its hand, seemingly trying to drive away this unrealistic idea.

An incomparably chilling will enveloped the entire virtual realm.

Decline, collapse, the passing of life, and the lingering attachment to the beautiful past permeate every corner of this world, even the air itself carries a scent of sorrow.

Those who are in it are no exception.

Time slowed down.

This was the original final measure, namely Shen Muchan's Twilight World, which continuously slowed down time in a certain area until it almost stopped.

If it weren't for that, it wouldn't have said those things in the first place.

But it was very clear that once it used this method, those who wanted to rely on Gu Yuqiu for their own benefit would no longer be able to wait and would inevitably make their move.

Therefore, this was destined to be a last resort.

Do you know?

Gu Yuqiu's voice reached its ears, tinged with a faint sigh: "I've been waiting for this moment ever since they made that suggestion to me... for a long time now."

Yuan Chu remained silent, a strange feeling rising in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, it launched its most ferocious offensive since the start of the war without hesitation.

……

……

As dusk fell and that air of decay enveloped Gu and Qiu, a tsunami struck a certain place.

This place has no name.

People, however, refer to it as the Kingdom of God.

Since the resurgence of spiritual energy in the human world, the divine kingdoms mentioned by extraordinary individuals refer to this place, not the beautiful places in myths.

There is no honey or milk here, no beauty whatsoever, only a pitch-black sea.

The only color was the crimson throne that seemed to stand at the edge of the world.

On the throne sat a girl with her eyes closed.

Perhaps the goddess wasn't actually very comfortable, because her sleeping posture wasn't very graceful; her body was tilted to one side, supported entirely by her right hand, as if she might fall over at any moment and wake herself up.

But such a scene never appeared.

Until she opened her eyes and stared blankly at the world before her, tears inexplicably streamed down her face.

Chapter 172: The World After Waking Up (Chapter Twenty)

Beneath the divine throne, as Lin Mushi awoke, the tsunami gradually subsided.

The sea became absolutely calm.

The seawater was still pitch black, but for some reason, it gave people a sense of clarity, looking like a flawless black gemstone.

Bathed in the crimson light emanating from the throne, the gemstone shifted through countless colors, captivating all who beheld it.

Lin Mushi stared at the scene before her for a long time, and as she raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, a sentence came to mind.

—Just treat it as a dream; even after waking up for a long time, I'm still deeply moved.

This was somewhat inexplicable, because she didn't know where this feeling of being moved came from.

But her emotions right now are really complicated and cannot be described in words. It's like she has countless words hidden in her heart, but she can't say a single one.

She didn't know how long she had been sitting, but she finally felt that the edges of the chair were too sharp, and that sitting for a long time was a very torturous thing, so she stood up.

The world before me remained silent, unchanged.

She felt a little relieved, then wiped away the remaining tears from her eyes and carefully examined the unfamiliar scenery.

The distant sky and earth were pitch black, forming a stark contrast with the blood red of the divine throne.

This is the only light.

For some reason, she felt no disgust at all looking at the thick, blood-red light; on the contrary, she felt a sense of familiarity with it.

But none of this could dispel the doubts in her heart.

She still remembers everything that happened on Christmas Eve.

When she learned that she was the saint chosen by Gu Yuqiu, the Pope held the remains of the Lord of the Sleeping Souls tightly and made a prophecy about the future with divine authority.

Then she died.

The whole process was very simple, with nothing complicated, because she had no right to resist and was merely a bystander that night.

She was well aware of her own strength and talent, and while she wasn't angry about the result, she couldn't help feeling a little...regretful.

She has so many things she wants to do, so many wonderful days she wants to live, so many things she wants to have...

What she wanted most was to hug that guy, kiss him a lot, hear him apologize a lot, and then feel smug, even if she had no one to brag to afterward.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stop thinking about it, and gazed at the world before her, wondering if this was the country people go to after they die.

It differs too much from the description in the myths, making it excessively boring.

Suddenly, she felt like she was being a bit of an idiot, thinking that those descriptions about the afterlife were things left behind by the living, so how could they be true?

"And isn't this also a form of living?"

Lin Mushi spoke softly as she walked down the steps of the crimson throne, confirming that her body still had a real sense of touch. She murmured, "Why does someone who is dead still have self-awareness?"

She climbed twenty-three steps and finally reached the edge of the throne. After hesitating for a moment, she carefully bent down and touched the black mirror with her fingertips.

A cool sensation came over her, and as she looked at the circles spreading out from her fingertips, she realized that it was water.

It's not a gemstone, it's an endless sea.

The ocean is full of water.

She frowned slightly, scooped up a handful of seawater with both hands, and watched as countless faces shifted and changed in the blood-red light reflected on the water. Finally, she realized something was wrong.

Just then, a voice carrying a hint of mockery reached her ears.

No wonder Huai Nian called you an idiot.

Lin Mushi's body suddenly became extremely stiff.

She was silent for a moment, then turned around with some difficulty to look at the person who had spoken, and asked with forced composure, "How did you get here... What exactly happened?"

The man stood on the sea, looked at her, and said, "Because this is the place I wanted to come to, of course I want to be here."

Despite hearing these difficult-to-understand words, Lin Mushi unexpectedly relaxed and was no longer so nervous.

The man was somewhat surprised and asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"

"Probably..."

Lin Mushi thought for a while and said seriously, "I am so familiar with your style of not speaking human language. I can't help but think of her when I hear it."

The man didn't know what to say, and asked in a complicated tone, "When you think of her, you become fearless?"

"I wouldn't say I'm not afraid, but I do subconsciously relax because I always feel that as long as she's there, everything in this world will become very simple."

Lin Mushi's voice carried a hint of laughter, but more of a sigh: "It's just that we're too far apart, it's hard for us to stand together again. In the end, we'll just be strangers who meet by chance."

Upon hearing this, the man's expression suddenly became extremely complicated, and he shook his head, saying, "You're wrong."

Lin Mushi found this ridiculous and thought to herself, "Have you gone mad?" She asked, "Where did I say something wrong?"

"The mistake was..."

The man looked into her eyes and said softly, "You are now a god; it is she who needs to look up to you."

The only one qualified to be mentioned in these words is Gu Yuqiu.

Lin Mushi was stunned.

Blood rose.

Many things in the world were illuminated, and the person speaking to her was no exception.

The man looked very young, wearing a white robe that was torn in many places, as if he had just survived an extremely dangerous battle.

Lin Mushi had no more doubts and was certain that she had not mistaken the person for someone else.

Standing in front of her at that moment was the Pope.

Before she could speak, the Pope sighed and said with emotion, "I am now certain that her gifting of the throne to you was truly a reckless and arbitrary act."

Lin Mushi still couldn't understand and didn't know what to say; she just felt that things were in complete chaos.

Am I a god now?

Am I not dead?

She gave me the throne?

Is this her divine kingdom?

Countless questions came pouring down like a torrential downpour. She flipped through her memories and found that what she could recall was simply not enough to answer these questions.

"What exactly is going on?" Lin Mushi stared into the Pope's eyes and asked in a deep voice.