Deep in the Kunlun Mountains, it's a rainy night. A piece of bronze fragment tore through the void and embedded itself in Chen Xu's chest. There is no pain, just endless coldness and silence. At that moment, he "saw" - above the nine heavens, the so-called gods were surrounding a round table, discussing how to restart human civilization, treating all living beings like chess pieces. He felt a burst of absurd anger, and then the piece of bronze shard trembled slightly inside him.
The world suddenly became quiet. The heavy rain froze in mid-air, and the thunder was frozen into twisted branches of light. He raised his head, his gaze penetrated the clouds, penetrated the barriers of the Kingdom of God, and looked at the main gods on the round table one by one. The next second, the round table in front of the Lord Gods silently turned into ashes, and fine cracks appeared in the artifacts of authority in their hands. The horrifying spiritual thoughts swept through the three realms, but could not find the source.
