When God sustains his existence by devouring faith, who gets to define salvation? Ji Jin stabbed the God Lord's heart with his own hands, only to find that he had become a new source of faith. Lin Xiao sneaked into the wasteland with the anti-entropy core, the white crow's poem was awakening the sleeping soul, and the iron-throated son of rusty iron was approaching the coffin of the first god step by step. And the divine saint Wu Tong is using his neural ripples to carve a god-killer. Don't call me a savior - I just stabbed God, now it's your turn.
