What evil intentions could an evil god possibly have?

This peace has ended.

The remaining sword light transformed into slender silver threads that drifted around Gu Yuqiu, weaving a faint, enormous net—the light grid.

The oppressive aura, vaguely exceeding the fifth-order category, enveloped the Pope, and its range continued to shrink.

Even with such bright light, it was still unable to conceal the raging flames.

The light is too strong.

If the sun shines brightly.

The darkness between heaven and earth did not recede like the tide, because the sun's rays lingered, like willow branches on the lakeside that wanted to droop to the water but were bent back by the spring breeze.

This scene was so magical that even those at the peak of the fifth rank standing outside the virtual realm could hardly imagine it.

When already extreme power is compressed to its limit, the resulting force becomes irresistible.

The Pope is located at the center of this sun.

He looked serenely at the closely connected light grid in front of him, then extended his right hand.

Immediately afterwards, his index finger landed on the silver line.

No blood was spilled.

No smoke rose.

A clear, soft chime.

It's like the finest strings being plucked by the most outstanding musician, producing the most moving sound.

When this zither music reached the illusory realm, the silent darkness that represented the dream seemed to be stimulated and suddenly became turbulent.

then.

Darkness surged forth like a tsunami.

Gu Yuqiu remained unmoved, her expression unchanged.

The black, dreamlike seawater rose past her ankles, steadily increasing.

Meanwhile, she continued on her journey.

The shapes of those silver threads changed with her steps.

If someone were to look down from a great distance and their gaze fell upon Gu Yuqiu, they would feel as if a pair of wings woven from light had appeared behind her.

Gu Yuqiu raised her eyebrows slightly, seemingly displeased.

"look."

The Pope said, "You are really not the same person you used to be."

After saying that, he took a step forward.

Gu Yuqiu was somewhat surprised and moved, and said, "You seem to have more courage than me now."

The Pope calmly said, "Because I have died once, I may have more experience with death than you."

Gu Yuqiu said calmly, "I did hand over power to Lin Mushi, but my understanding of death is still the deepest in the world."

“In this matter, bystanders are not necessarily more clear-headed.”

The Pope looked into her eyes and said earnestly, "Only experiencing it firsthand makes it real."

After a moment of silence, Gu Yuqiu said, "That makes sense."

The Pope said, "Come on."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped and reached out his hand again.

At this moment, his body was still close to nothingness, with only that ball of flame still burning, but it was not as vigorous as before and could be extinguished at any time.

This extinguishing is the dimming of light, not the extinguishing of the flame.

The flames, as exquisite as glass, reflected everything in the arena.

Black Dream Tide.

Silver lines like wings.

The night sky shattered and fragmented by the aftershocks, the vast, turbulent ocean high in the sky, and the real Gu and Qiu.

Suddenly a gust of wind arose.

The soul is not a real substance and has no concrete existence.

However, the ends of her short hair fluttered in the wind, giving off a sense of desolation like that of autumn.

It turns out that the autumn wind arose because of her.

The Pope was quite surprised. Looking at her indifferent eyes and undisguised determination, he realized that she was no longer the person she used to be, and had returned to her former self.

In a life-or-death battle, to make such a significant change in such a short time is something even he couldn't have done.

Gu Yuqiu looked at him and also extended her hand.

The Pope made the move before she did, using his hand as a knife to cut off her head.

She did not do that.

Her hand fell into the flame.

This was also something the Pope hadn't anticipated, so he didn't make any changes.

The blade struck Gu Yuqiu's neck with a piercing sound that seemed to tear one's soul apart.

Gu Yuqiu remained expressionless, and tightened her right hand even more.

She held the ball of flame, which resembled glass, in her hand.

then.

She withdrew her right hand, pulling the flames away from the Pope's body.

Her eyes were filled with exhaustion, and the phantom formed by her soul was extremely ethereal, as if it would disappear at any moment.

A conspicuous gash was cut into her neck.

At this moment, she was not human, so naturally no blood flowed from her wounds, but a clear light rose from them.

"You lost."

Gu Yuqiu's voice echoed in the virtual realm.

The Pope hummed in agreement, looking at her wounds and asking, "Even so, you're still the strongest... but it seems you're nearing your end?"

Gu Yuqiu looked down at the flame and frowned, probably because her wound had been aggravated.

She said softly, "It's alright."

The Pope found it absurd and said, "This is terrible! You're about to die!"

I don't think so.

Gu Yuqiu looked up at the Pope and smiled, saying, "As long as I become a god again, can't I continue to live?"

As she spoke, she crushed the flame.

Glass-like fragments floated, suspended in the air.

This is the Pope's gamble.

It is also where her hope of becoming a god again lies.

Chapter 195: Chapter Forty-Two - A Flashback

The Pope is going to die.

In his last moments before dying, he looked up at the sky.

A breeze blew down from the sky, bringing a slight chill.

His body had long since become illusory, indistinguishable from a shadow, yet at this moment it seemed as if he had been chilled, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Then he looked down at his body, watching the illusions return to reality, as if he had returned to a time many years ago before he stepped onto the path to godhood, and he smiled softly.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally calmed down, looked at Gu Yuqiu, and said earnestly, "Thank you."

The Pope closed his eyes and died.

The next moment, his body suddenly burst into flames.

The color of the flames was like the last rays of the setting sun.

Gu Yuqiu felt the warmth from the flames and quietly watched the whole process without saying a word.

then.

She withdrew her gaze, turned to face behind her, and stared at the already towering tide.

The darkness, as deep as the sea, did not vanish with the death of the Pope; instead, it rose ever higher.

Standing before the Black Tide, Gu Yuqiu reached out and grasped one of the fragments.

The fragment resembled glass, its beauty enhanced by its imperfection; a corner shimmered with a faint light, revealing its sharpness.

The corner pierced her palm.

Gu Yuqiu frowned slightly, a hint of pain showing in her eyes.

She had suffered countless injuries and hovered on the edge of life and death several times. She was already used to ordinary pain and could completely ignore it.

However, the pain from this seemingly ordinary action was now becoming unbearable even for her.

Because this is also something that has never happened before.

Her divine soul is the most powerful one in the universe so far. Even in the state of rootless water, she can still influence the real world with her will and defeat a powerful person who stands at the peak of the fifth rank.

But the battle she is now facing is far more magnificent and arduous.

She is using her own will, through the stakes left by the Pope, to reach that empty throne of God, and then become God again.

Gu Yuqiu raised her hand, looked at the black tide that was about to overwhelm her, and closed her eyes.

……