What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

That night is part of the Lord of Sleep.

"God bless my Lord..."

He gazed at the night sky, lost in thought, and said, "May you always be victorious and bathe in glory."

Chapter 192: Chapter Thirty-Nine: Faith

The words were spoken softly, yet they resonated throughout the virtual realm.

Even beyond the illusory realm, in every corner of this planet, this prayer was heard.

All human beings, regardless of race, skin color, or ethnicity, cannot change this fact that has already occurred, even if they are hindered by different languages ​​or even physically deaf and mute.

It's like a legend deeply ingrained in the collective consciousness of humanity, slowly awakening.

Such a magnificent will is unmatched even by Gu Yuqiu, who stood at the peak of the fifth rank back then.

This is undoubtedly the realm of the gods.

The Pope is far from being a god, yet he is displaying such immense power, which is undoubtedly closely related to his earlier statement.

What is puzzling is that it is known worldwide that the Pope has long since abandoned his faith and is no longer as devout as he once was.

The traitor should be the most hated, so why is he able to borrow the power of the Lord of the Sleep?

Could it be because the Lord of Sleep is already dead, and what is in that darkness are merely some remnants, which the Pope can therefore exploit?

Outside the virtual realm, all the fifth-tier beings who were sensing this battle inevitably felt bewildered, and then countless speculations arose in their hearts.

Even Su Yan was no exception.

Even so, the crowd remained as quiet as ever, with no one asking any questions, and they continued to silently gaze at the seemingly unchanging wall of fog in front of them.

In terms of sheer spectacle, this battle was not as spectacular as the final battle of the New Chu, where Gu Yuqiu, relying on the Ancient Scroll of the Sleeping Soul, once again defeated several peak fifth-tier warriors, proving himself to be invincible in the mortal realm.

However, the importance of this battle far surpasses that battle, and it can even be ranked among the top three after humans step into the divine realm. Only the battle between Gu and Qiu before their ascension to godhood can be ranked above it.

Even if this battle is destined to have no true bystanders, and everyone is only seeing things through a fog, unable to know all the details of the battle, it will all be remembered.

"The outcome."

Shen Muchan said with emotion.

Her voice was soft, but everyone present heard it clearly and agreed with the views expressed in her words.

This battle, which should have already been decided, is very likely to become a stalemate, and the outcome will be unpredictable.

A moment after she finished speaking, Su Yan suddenly turned around and looked behind her.

Immediately afterwards, the powerful figures standing around her realized what was happening and subconsciously turned around to look.

The heavy snowfall had long since stopped.

Tokyo after a snowfall, bathed in sunlight, possesses a serene beauty.

Suddenly, a streak appeared in this cloudless, mirror-like sky.

It was like the blooming of a night-blooming cereus.

Very beautiful.

In the blink of an eye, the epiphyllum withered and died.

The petals, formed from pure white light, fell silently like rain towards the wall of mist, disappearing like snow.

All of this happened too quickly, as if the entire human population had encountered the same illusion, and it didn't seem real.

Despite its rapid decline, the entire epiphyllum flower still possesses a calm and serene quality, yet it reveals an intense heat as it vanishes, exhibiting a fleeting and maddening beauty.

Like a dream.

It doesn't look real.

But those powerful beings at the pinnacle of humanity who stood before the wall of mist almost all frowned, vaguely sensing the subtle, pervasive changes, like spring rain, and clearly understanding that everything that had happened before was real.

Those fragments of light are very likely the materialized form of faith, something that humanity has never seen before.

Does the fact that it happened today mean that this battle will change?

……

……

Deep within the virtual realm.

The light is faint.

Gu and Qiu, carrying a surging sea of ​​blood, swept through the night, which was formed by the remnants of the old gods' will, and then crushed it.

The waterfall that flowed down from the vast ocean above the ethereal realm split into countless tiny streams as she went deeper into the void.

Like a small waterfall during the dry season, its vitality gradually weakens, and even its light fades.

The Pope withdrew his gaze from the night and looked at the blood-red figure close at hand, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

The virtual realm had long since fallen silent.

The air was swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood, the light, and the darkness of night; there was no sound.

But a new flame ignited at his fingertips.

Compared to the flames burning within him, the new fire was not pure white; its colors were extremely chaotic, far more complex than a rainbow, giving it a sense of disorder and chaos.

It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

It is precisely what makes people so intoxicated.

For some reason, after this hazy flame was born, Gu Yuqiu's speed suddenly slowed down.

next moment.

A complex starlight, like the flame at the Pope's fingertips, appeared, illuminating the sea high in the sky, then the world stained with blood, and finally filling every corner of the world.

At that moment, the starlight suddenly scattered, transforming into countless concrete figures.

Those figures had different faces, different skin colors, and different ethnicities, but they all shared one absolutely identical thing.

The purest form of faith.

Gu Yuqiu stopped in her tracks as she looked at the figures formed from starlight, her eyes filled with absolute calm.

……

……

The Church of the Sleeping Souls is the world's most famous secretive organization, with a reputation that has nothing to do with secrecy. Even ordinary people who have not ascended to godhood can hear its name from various news reports and become aware of it.

The reason why they are so secretive yet outstanding is because the Church of the Sleeping Demons has such a bizarre way of doing things.

Whenever misfortune strikes the world, and there are inexplicable aspects to that misfortune, people instinctively connect it to the Church of the Sleeping Demon.

For a long time, other clandestine organizations have gradually become accustomed to attributing their crimes to the Church of the Sleeping Souls in order to evade trouble.

Over a long period of time, the Church of the Sleeping Demons naturally became the force that all countries wanted to eradicate.

However, what is incomprehensible is that this tacitly agreed-upon targeted crackdown still failed to achieve the desired results.

This is certainly directly related to the Pope's power.

But there is something even harder to accept.

Only now do people know the location of the Church of the Sleeping Demon.

It turns out it's everywhere.

Crowds of people.

The sky and the sea where people reside, even the deepest part of the virtual world, including every drop of water on every surging wave of that sea... Wherever the believer goes, they will be able to reach it.

The Pope rediscovered his faith and reconnected with the night that represents the slumbering Lord.

Thus, this virtual realm became the holy site of the Church of the Sleeping Souls, and the will of countless believers came from all corners of the world, forming the magnificent ephemeral flower that appeared in the real world.

In a sense, this is the entire essence of the Church of the Sleeping Demons.

This was also a tactic that the Pope was unable to use in the Battle of New Chu.

Even Gu Yuqiu, when faced with such a thing, still deserves respect.

Chapter 193: Chapter Forty I am your faith

Suddenly a gust of wind rose and passed through the illusory realm.

Those figures, formed from faith, began to tremble, gradually increasing in intensity, flickering incessantly like snowflakes on an electronic screen.

The Pope seemed oblivious to all this, his eyes fixed only on Gu Yuqiu, her face congealed with blood. His lips parted slightly, but no sound was uttered.

As the silent prayers were offered, the trembling of the phantom began to subside and gradually stabilized.

Or stagnation.

The virtual realm also stagnated along with it.

More accurately, it is a circular area several kilometers in diameter formed with the Pope as the central point.

This is an extremely powerful barrier.

It is something formed from the will of the old gods and the burning of long-standing faith.

The light gradually faded.

The tide recedes from the sea of ​​blood.

The thick fog had long since dissipated.

The ruins, no longer concealed, have become unrecognizable, as if buried by a heavy snowfall, a vast expanse of white, utterly clean.

Standing on the vast ground flattened by the aftershocks of the battle, the Pope gazed at Gu Yuqiu with a compassionate expression.

Beside him stood countless figures, as noble as saints, radiating an extremely moving light.

The Pope stood in the light and raised his right hand.

Gu Yuqiu had already drifted away.