What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

After a moment, she looked away and asked the Pope, "Are you ready?"

Chapter 191: The Thirty-Eighth Day Blesses My Lord

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

The thick fog in the illusory realm lingered.

Above the dark sky was a void sea, from which faint light flickered and fell, piercing through layers of clouds and mist before landing on the ruins, like a torrent of countless rays of light, yet bringing no sense of brightness.

The scene at this moment resembles the apocalyptic imagery in religious oil paintings.

Everything originated from Gu Yuqiu's will.

The Void Realm is the origin of all extraordinary powers. At this moment, when the primordial will has entered a period of slumber and the old gods have not yet returned, it has lost its autonomy and is greatly influenced by certain beings.

The "certain beings" refers to those who stand at the top of the long ladder to godhood.

For example, Su Yan.

For example, the Pope.

For example, Lin Mushi.

The divine will of these beings has an extraordinary influence on the Void Realm; a single thought can change the very fabric of the world.

Looking at the picturesque apocalyptic scene before him, and at the streaks of light moving through the thick fog, the Pope's eyes showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they grew brighter and brighter.

He reached out, plucked a wisp of light that was floating in front of him, examined it closely for a while, and suddenly said, "You are still too weak."

Gu Yuqiu's figure had long been buried by the thick fog, and no one knew where she was hiding.

Upon hearing this, her voice rang out from the depths of the fog, ethereal and elusive.

"Yes."

"But your voice is still so beautiful."

Gu Yuqiu did not answer.

The Pope released his hand, letting the faint light dissipate from his fingertips, along with the thoughts buried deep in his memory.

He raised his head and looked at the spot where Gu Yuqiu had disappeared, and said, "It's like a stream in the deep mountains, or like sunlight shining through the stained glass windows of a church, cool and otherworldly, not belonging to the mortal world."

Gu Yuqiu remained silent.

"This may not be as pleasant to the ear as your voice as Gu Yuqiu, but it is definitely more interesting."

The Pope smiled and asked, "Is that so?"

Gu Yuqiu hummed in agreement.

Her tone was flat and emotionless, just as the Pope had described, making it impossible to discern whether it was politeness or agreement.

The next moment, she said softly, "It has begun."

The Pope's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to smile.

It was as if he didn't understand the true meaning of those three words: the reminiscing was over.

However, the moment he finished speaking, the faint embers of light that remained on his fingertips, which had not yet completely dissipated, suddenly burst into a great light.

A burst of light shone in the illusory realm!

It's like a sun rising from the horizon, releasing immeasurable rays of light.

The moment these lights, so bright they were almost blinding, spread out.

The wind howled, and the ruins collapsed again.

The fog surged like a tide, swirling up the debris scattered across the ground.

Everything was silent; no sound could be heard. The battlefield seemed to have shifted from the depths of the void to the universe, leaving only utter emptiness.

A bright future.

Infinite light.

Under the light, the figures deep in the fog gradually became clearer, no longer ethereal and indistinct.

For some reason, under such intense and magnificent light, the figure was not submerged by the tidal wave of light, but instead radiated an extremely rich color.

crimson.

As red as blood.

It was like a boundless sea of ​​blood, enough to swallow the entire world.

At the very center of this sea of ​​blood, a lone figure stood.

This figure, which should have been inconspicuous, inexplicably stole the attention of heaven and earth, and even the endless light could not obscure it.

The Pope's smile widened.

He watched as the figure with the most intense crimson color flew towards that sea of ​​blood.

Like an arrow.

Behind him, countless giant waves surged from the sea of ​​light, crashing into the deepest crimson of the world as he did so.

……

……

The battle took place deep within the virtual realm, in a deserted ruin, but that didn't mean there were no onlookers.

When the Pope plucked a sliver of light, using his remaining body as fuel, he began to burn it at his fingertips.

The moment the infinite light appeared, all the fifth-order beings in the world learned of the battle that had taken place.

However, neither Su Yan, nor the old director, nor even Shen Muchan and Song Tang, all gave up the idea of ​​entering the virtual realm to watch the battle up close.

Standing outside the virtual realm, before that wall of mist, people remained silent.

When the fog was burned away by the light, the crimson figure hidden deep within emerged and confronted the light, and the real world fell silent.

Shen Muchan looked at Su Yan.

Su Yan's expression was extremely cold, and she shook her head slightly.

Seeing this, Lu Xiu gave up asking the old director.

The moment the sea of ​​blood appeared, they lost all perception of the scene within the illusory realm, leaving only absolute light.

This light was not dazzling; it was a monotonous, pure white, like a vast expanse of white earth, exceptionally clean.

Therefore, this does not represent a victory for the Pope.

This simply shows that neither side in the war had any interest in being watched by onlookers and did not want to be seen by anyone.

So, people have no choice but to wait.

……

……

The Pope, holding infinite light, stands before a sea of ​​blood.

His body had become ethereal, no longer so real.

In his heart, a faint, pure white flame was burning.

Just a moment later.

The flames burned away a significant portion of his body, and the fire intensified rapidly, rising even faster.

"Abandoning the physical body."

The Pope glanced down at himself, then looked at Gu Yuqiu in the sea of ​​blood, and asked earnestly, "Only the soul can attain true freedom?"

Gu Yuqiu ignored it.

It wasn't aloofness, but rather the Pope clenching his fist and slamming it down into the sea of ​​blood.

The light seemed to connect with the illusory sea suspended in the sky, forming a waterfall that cascaded down from the heavens and crashed into the sea of ​​blood.

A soft thud.

It's like a silver bottle suddenly breaking.

It's like rowing against the current.

Such a slight noise brought forth an extremely terrifying scene.

Light fades.

The tide recedes from the sea of ​​blood.

Night flowed out from the gaps between white and red, the remnants of ancient gods remaining deep within the void, which were important materials for forming the primordial will.

Only things of this caliber are qualified to appear in this battle, rather than be directly annihilated.

The collision between two wills standing at the pinnacle of the extraordinary world was so direct and uncompromising that even the Void Realm could hardly withstand it.

Standing in the receding sea of ​​blood, Gu Yuqiu remained calm.

She walked toward the light until her ankles left the sea of ​​blood and she stood on the night that represented death.

Amidst this extremely complex opposition, her figure became incredibly small.

Yet this tiny, dust-like figure transformed into a beam of light in the next moment, leaving a blood-red trail in the night before entering the light.

The crimson light pierced through the waning light, tearing away the thick, viscous light that was still shining brightly, and traveled through the world of light, rushing towards the burning figure.

The Pope watched as Gu Yuqiu's gradually dimming soul hurtled toward him at incredible speed, realizing that she was not at ease either, and that the outcome was just a matter of moments.

The battle was shorter than anyone expected.

In just a moment, they will face the final battle of life and death.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the outcome will be his death.

On the brink of life and death.

The Pope raised his head, gazing at the night sky drifting from the Sea of ​​Illusion, finding a particular patch within it, and his eyes revealed a long-lost emotion.

That emotion was one of devotion.