Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

A strange fluctuation suddenly appeared from the blind spot beside them!

Not all gods are empty shells and deceitful charlatans. At least the Lord of Thunder was once a renowned ascendant. His pupils contracted sharply, and he turned sharply to stare intently at that ball of air.

The tranquil divine realm rapidly contracted and twisted, from which a white-bladed longsword emerged and plunged fiercely into the Thunder Lord's ribs, slicing across his spine.

"Um!?"

The Lord of Thunder staggered two steps, finding it unbelievable that someone could actually use the Truth despite the Father's prohibition. If his immortal divine body hadn't been strong enough, he would have collapsed to the ground from that single strike.

The shock lasted only a moment. The Lord of Thunder gripped the white blade to stop it from severing him in half. He then punched the distorted spatial vortex, forcing the mysterious assassin to reveal his true form. A burst of intense heat erupted from it, instantly blinding the assassin!

The gods vied for supremacy, eliminating one another in a fierce battle within this primeval forest created by the Heavenly Father. If anyone could unleash the power of truth, they would be the greatest exception, possessing supreme authority.

The silver-haired woman standing on the head of the Lord of Thunder is the best example at this moment. She emerged from the twisted vortex, but the power of her hands holding the long blade was still not enough to overwhelm the God of Pain. So she added another foot to kick the back of the blade, causing the great sword to directly slash across the God's spine. Its smooth blade surface seemed to hide a wild beast, devouring the golden divine blood that was stained with it, leaving not a single stain.

Silver hair, red eyes, a black cloak, and a veiled woman from another land. She had infiltrated the Supreme Court with the Dark Army and had been lying in wait in the heavens for a long time. When Tess discovered that she was the only exception among them, a ruthless hunt was inevitable.

False gods who have lost their divine power may be more vulnerable than mortals, because they have been pampered for far too long and have even forgotten their greatest weakness. In just a few breaths, the last member of the God-Hunting Clan cut down a chief god with his sword, the blade piercing his chest, shattering his divine status, and seizing the truth.

Then a burst of lightning erupted, the Thunder Lord's divine body dimmed and shattered, and truth merged into the blade, becoming a sacrifice for the God Hunter.

Tess flicked her blade as if it were a trivial matter, her mind already numb. No one knew how much blood her hands had stained before reaching her destination. The five great kingdoms of faith, the Seven Stars Church, the Savage Beast Territory—she left countless corpses wherever she went, including the Pope who had blessed her and her husband. She had been to every corner of the world, and there was little trace of truth left in the mortal realm.

Truth is the most terrible plague in the world, and its source lies here!

How did she get here?

The Sagittarius Star Envoy, riding a unicorn, was stunned and moved. She tightened the reins and broke away from the array of stars. Ignoring the Capricorn Star Envoy's rebuke, she wanted to rush up and ask what was going on, but she was met with Nolan's cold words.

“She is an enemy of truth, a member of the Godhunter Clan, not the Duchess of Dawnstar. Why wouldn’t she be here? Instead, I want to ask you why you are here, and whether you want to step into the Pantheon and truly join this game.”

Alicia's former sister reminded her that the rules of the Father's game were so simple: to unravel all the secrets, she had to survive, live to enter the Pantheon, and find her place, instead of going to Tess. She composed herself, changed direction, and followed the Apostles of the Stars.

Tess's direction was exactly the opposite of the pilgrims'. Her vision was only of the gods who were fleeing in panic. The arrival of the Lord of Thunder had caused the gods of all realms to collapse. Now was the perfect opportunity for her to reap the truth. At least for this moment, she was as crazy as the Chaos Apostle and did not care at all about the qualifications to become a god.

The transfer of power is always accompanied by killing and bloodshed, and even divine authority is no exception. Countless corpses fell in the Pool of Blazing Sun, sleeping eternally in the sky, all because of a single word from the Heavenly Father.

In contrast, the ascendants appeared remarkably united. The star clusters, beast hordes, and dragon knights unusually tacitly agreed to a kind of cooperation, fighting against the ancient gods from different directions, each striving for a sliver of hope. People kept falling along the way, including the simple-minded and physically strong Taurus Star Envoy, but no one had time to stop, pause, or shed tears of mourning.

As the ascendants stepped into the Gate of Heavenly Light one after another, while the little ones of the Chasm Throne were still playing, Nolan was not surprised. Her serene profile showed that she was enjoying herself. She stared at the corpses on the ground, motionless, as if expecting something.

As expected, the headless corpse of the Archangel of Divine Fire trembled slightly, its index finger twitching. An ominous power was invading the divine realm. Ye Liliu brought the Ferryman's black coffin more to disrupt the balance of the Supreme Divine Court with the power of the Kingdom of the Dead, and she succeeded.

Tess has arrived, and Roland can't be far behind. They are the trump cards held by the Father and the Mother of Night, respectively. The final chapter is about to begin, but who will survive to the end?

Asteria orchestrated this accident, and Nolan, as Joseph Joestar, witnessed it all and experienced the tragedy firsthand. Now, it is about to come to an end, with the three chosen ones standing on the sides of the stars, the eternal night, and chaos, respectively.

......

On the other side of the Gate of Heavenly Light was a scene no one could have imagined. Beyond the sky was a pure white space, with discs floating in the clouds, each engraved with some kind of rune, like the marks of the gods, quiet and peaceful.

Further away stands a monument, majestic and enormous. A person sits beneath it; it is a puppet draped in cloth, for every joint of its body is connected by living pulleys. The boy's youthful face has a human-like quality, but the hands peeking out from his sleeves have six fingers.

The appearance of that strange puppet boy in the Pantheon was somewhat odd, but even if something even stranger happened before them, the ascendants would not be surprised. They tried to jump onto the disc to compete for the so-called seats, but found that they had no place to stand and were just standing still.

In contrast, the supreme gods remained calm. The Sun Guardian, with a gloomy face, beckoned with his finger, and a golden disc immediately flew towards him. He silently arrived at the foot of the monument and stood below the puppet.

Eternal was the gatekeeper of Purgatory and did not belong to the Pantheon, but he did not consider himself an outsider. With a glance, he found the place where his master should be. He moved backward wildly, grabbed the lava disc that was originally the martyr judge, jumped to the top of the monument, and looked down at the puppet below.

Ye Lili smiled and nodded in satisfaction. She patted her skirt and jumped onto the disc, leaving Wangu to kneel on one knee and carry the disc atop the monument.

By this point, many new visitors had discovered the doll boy's true identity, but they were still unable to accept it for the time being.

981. Someone knocked on the door.

The Heavenly Father looked up at Eternity, not feeling offended, but only smiling wryly. He then looked to his left and right, at the place where the King of Gods was.

Asteria and Vivian stood on either side of the monument, with the vast, shimmering Throne of Stars and the rainbow-hued Throne of Elements positioned even further ahead than the Sun Guardian Dome, almost level with the doll beneath it. The two beautiful goddesses each crossed their legs, one playing with her fingers and the other resting her chin on her hand, both looking quite displeased.

The Heavenly Father glanced at the Eternal Time Dragon trapped within the incarnation, finding it understandable, and then looked at the Seven Luminaries God-King with a half-smile.

"It seems she still hasn't been willing to get rid of you."

"Deal with me? Ha!"

Asteria rolled her eyes, looking charming and alluring. Whether it was because her divinity and divine power had vanished or she was simply too lazy to pretend, she was now hoping that the Night Mother would successfully usurp the throne and that the world would enter the Eternal Night Era.

It's not Nolan and Asteria's turn yet, at least not in the opinion of the Seven Luminaries. The relationship between the Heavenly Father and the Night Mother is surprisingly harmonious. Even though they have already broken off relations, there is no sign of a life-or-death struggle. They even nod to each other from afar, as if they have returned to a thousand years ago and never had any grudges.

"The composure of those in positions of power—they all feel they have victory firmly in their grasp, it's quite interesting."

"No player can win all the time, but there is one guy who never loses."

Vivian curled her lip, interrupting Asteria's wicked thoughts. She would always remain neutral; this was the true essence of maintaining immortality and eternity. Even the slightest greed could lead to utter ruin. The usurper beside her was different.

Astetaya is just a powerful gambler who has won several games in a row, but it would be naive to expect her to be favored forever. If she loses just once, everything in the past will be wiped away. However, she doesn't think so. Risk and reward go hand in hand.

"That being said, the Father should be the strongest victor in history. Now he wants to win again, and no one can stop him. Even Nolan has been sealed away from the truth and is immune to destruction."

"Don't jump to conclusions so easily. You're optimistic about the Heavenly Father now because of your ignorance. No one knows how many worlds the Lord of Chaos has reincarnated. Each time, she dared to give up all her mental energy to return to the void, like a baby born in the swaddling clothes of purgatory, integrating into the new world with a completely new attitude. Do you think no one has ever challenged her status before? There must have been, but those people all lost. Only she is eternal."

"Then I don't know."

"Don't you really know?"

Vivian's gaze was mocking. She harbored her own selfish motives, as did Asteria. Those motives were the crystallization of the broken old world, called Mind Power.

If all the anima returned to Nolan's body, she would possess all the echoes of past cycles, and her power might surpass the imagination of the gods.

Astetaya smiled without saying a word, her gaze sweeping across the faces of the ascendants. She paused slightly when she saw the disheveled Star Apostles. Vivian may have seemed indifferent on the surface, but she was not indifferent in her heart.

Fortunately, the Seven Luminaries were powerful enough, and there were quite a few survivors. Apart from Asteria of the Upper Realm, some of her chips were left in the Holy Alliance. Even if the Supreme God Court was destroyed by the Destroyer of All Realms, she still had a backup plan. As long as this game could continue, she would not lose, nor could she afford to lose. But she never expected that Tess had taken this opportunity to reap the rewards of the mortal world. Perhaps only the Holy War Maidens who went on expeditions to the Abyss escaped this calamity.

"welcome!"

"welcome!"

.......

Every time someone successfully enters the Pantheon, the puppet boy opens his arms to welcome them openly. Here, gods are just as vulnerable as mortals, without distinction of rank or status; this is its kingdom.

The ascendants gasped for breath, their nerves still taut from the bloody battle, their suspended bodies unsure how to find their place in the white space.

Sir Vessalius remained silent for a moment, then quickly realized that the Pantheon was a conceptual world, where truth could not interfere. It operated purely according to the master's rules. He did not need to walk; instead, he closed his eyes and, with a thought, instantly appeared on a disc, leisurely taking his seat. The others, seeing this, understood as well, ceasing their fighting and scrambling, and calming their minds to invoke the divine throne.

The divine kingdom in the clouds is filled with rune discs, like stars revolving around the monument. There is no shortage of seats, but not everyone is qualified to enter. The blood of the Pool of Blazing Sun has eliminated 80% of the gods. Their fighting spirit has been eroded by the divine realm and truth, and they are far less resilient than mortals.

Even those who ascended to the Pantheon were unable to see the truth. One of them lost his footing and fell to the ground, his screams fading in an instant before he was nowhere to be found.

As time passed, the gates of heaven gradually closed, and everyone waited for new visitors. The arrival of new players always aroused curiosity and anticipation. However, they never saw the silver-haired girl who slaughtered the Archangel of Divine Fire, nor did they see the ruthless God Hunter wielding a butcher's knife. The Chaos Apostle only had the raging Eternal Beast God hanging atop the monument, and it had become a prisoner of the Night Mother.

“Nolan…Mother…”

Alicia watched anxiously as the gate to the heavens slowly closed, leaving only a sliver of light. When she looked at the hideous demon in the distance, her gaze was filled with unbearable sorrow. She simply couldn't imagine why Joanna had chosen to become such a monster. The eight demonic pillars, growling, faced off against the throne of the Sun Guardian, both supreme children born of the Creator, and both despised each other.

"Time's up!"

With a snap of his fingers, the puppet boy extinguished the last glimmer of light, and the door to the Pantheon closed completely, leaving no more passage through the white space.

"First of all, congratulations on joining this game. In mortal terms, this is the ark leading to a new world, and I am its helmsman. Soon, the world called Annihilation will cease to exist, and you will all be the navigators of the new world!"

Whispers arose on the throne: What did the Heavenly Father mean by this? He had publicly announced the destruction of the world in which all beings exist, naming it "Annihilation." Whether it be memories or homes, the Kingdom of God or the Truth, all evidence of their existence would vanish.

Ye Lili spoke first, mocking, "Arrogant, as always. What right do you have to judge our world? Do you want to assume the role of the destroyer of all realms?"

Asteria rolled her eyes. She wondered who had tried to pollute the Supreme Divine Court. Neither the Night Mother nor the Heavenly Father was any cleaner than the other. This grand gathering of the gods was too exciting. Perentitian was not going to offer any opinions. She just wanted to see if there were any other entertainment to add to the fun.

"Yes."

The Heavenly Father did not deny his ambition at all, and said calmly, "As for why, it is because I am God, the true God, an existence that stands shoulder to shoulder with the Lord of Chaos. Only I can understand her, and only she can understand me. Xiao Ye, please do not confuse me with these beings who barely enjoy divine positions by exploiting the truth."

982. Before seeing purgatory, first worship all the gods.

"How dare you call me that again!"

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, Ye Liliu bristled and screamed, her eyes gushing ink that instantly blackened the monument to all gods that the two of them had created together. The ink surged without divine power, so the curse failed. Strangely, all the filthy black water spontaneously bypassed the Father's throne, as if there was some untouchable absolute domain there.

Boom!

At this moment, the white space trembled slightly. Everyone looked up and assumed that the sky had fallen, and that the remaining creatures of the golden plains had probably disappeared into the Supreme Divine Court and were lost in the void turbulence.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"who is it?"

"Who dares to disregard the Father's decree and trespass into the Pantheon? Could it be the Destroyer of All Realms?!"

"What happened!?"

The series of noises startled the flock of frightened birds. It seemed as if someone was banging on the walls of the heavens, knocking on the door of the Pantheon. Even if there was no way to go, it seemed that person was determined to carve a path through and break in. Even Ye Liliu narrowed her eyes and turned her attention away from her old lover.

Suddenly, a huge hole exploded in the sky, like glass breaking off, and someone burst through the wall, traversing the Kingdom of Gods.

"Uh!"

Astetaya was stunned. For a moment, she thought it was Nolan who had come, or that no one but her could do such a thing—why would someone choose to barge in when there was a way out? Chaos Apostles are all such mindless madmen, without exception.

"He... shattered the Father's divine realm?"

Vivian stared in disbelief at the black-haired man she had previously disregarded. He had once had the chance to become the Qilin Venerable, inherit the fire seed and leap to become a supreme god, enjoying the incense offerings of countless families in the Boundless Land, with a transcendent divine position. But he gave it up. Now, however, this guy has returned in a high-profile manner with an even more domineering power.

A power that defies the Father's divine will!?

The person who knocked through the hole in the sky was Zhang Tiange. His disheveled appearance made it impossible to imagine that the body, which had been sealed with divine power, contained another power that transcended truth. He was even more wretched than the mortals who had mistakenly entered the realm of gods.

Ba Tian rubbed his fists, opened his mouth wide and looked around like a beggar who had never seen the world, and muttered to himself, "There's nothing special about it. It's just like women. Once you strip them naked, you find they're not as alluring as when they're in their best condition."

Someone's wondrous description astonished the gods for an entire day. The Heavenly Father's expression was inexplicably fascinating. He suddenly stood up; he recognized this strange creature.

"Welcome! The fourth one to surpass the Supreme Being, but unfortunately no one will crown you king today. Come, sit beside me!"

The puppet boy raised his hand and pressed down, causing tiny black particles to emerge from the air. One begets two, two begets four, and countless black spots gathered into a brand new disc. Creation is the creation from nothingness, and the jet-black throne was forged for the new king. The words of the Heavenly Father were grand and majestic, unquestionable when the prisoner was imprisoned by a divine oracle, but now they were completely ignored by this act of trespassing and disobedience.

Perentit and Asteria exchanged a solemn glance. The fourth God-King belonged to Purgatory, ascending to the heavens in one step, even surpassing the God-King of the Boundless Land. At this moment, the world saw the madman from the Boundless Land.

"You said it yourself, and I'd like to see what's different about the scenery over there."

Ba Tian smiled and gladly accepted the invitation. From the Forsaken Land of Qilin Prison to the ends of the world, his journey was not yet over. In the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods above the sky, he finally met the guy who had cast him into the Abyss of Oblivion. His long-dormant invincible soul was rekindled. He ignored the rules of the game promulgated by the Heavenly Father and walked step by step into the forbidden area, shortening the distance between himself and the Monument of Ten Thousand Gods. Every step was extremely heavy, causing the pure white space to tremble slightly.

"Unparalleled conceptual weaponry. It seems that truth is not your sword, but your unique insights into this decaying world. The ark of the new world needs someone like you."