Recap
“Savior! Mr. Xi is the savior!” People shouted loudly.
The excited people lifted Xi Wang up, threw him high into the air, and then caught him in the crowd.
“No, I’m not… Ah!” Xi Wang, who had just taken over, hadn’t reacted yet before he was thrown into the air by the enthusiastic crowd.
He looked at the sky in a daze, as if he saw the stunning young man in red smile proudly, turning into a shooting star falling to the ground
That is the real savior.
In the world numbered 5627, Xi Wang, the son of destiny, purifies the zombies around the world, completely ends the apocalypse, and the fifth lamp is lit.
In the vast universe, countless worlds exist, each with its unique trajectory. Each exists independently, nurturing its own guardian deities.
Eons ago, one world shrouded in icy darkness was suddenly bathed in golden light and warmth, giving birth to life and vitality. The first deity born from this world, with a body of a red gold sun, was bestowed the name Yan Zhao by the laws of the universe, later known as the Sun God.
The Sun God, born with the divine artifact known as the Red Gold Sun Ring, brought life to the world. Mountains, rivers, plants, and animals all worshiped him as their supreme ruler.
When spring arrived with blossoming flowers, the noble golden-haired god descended to the mortal realm. Wherever he went, all beings bowed in worship, and the gods lowered their heads in submission.
No one dared to look directly at the Sun God.
Draped in robes, adorned with gold ornaments, and with flowing golden hair, his face was always veiled in a golden light, making it impossible for mortals to see his true appearance. Those who tried to steal a glance while kneeling would feel a sharp pain in their eyes and quickly look away.
Born with a radiant glow, the weak were not worthy of gazing upon him. This was the inherent pride of the Sun God.
With his presence, the world was filled with light and prosperity.
However, as they say, extremes breed the opposite. Where there is light, there must also be darkness.
Gods are eternal; time holds no meaning for them. The Sun God often napped on his divine throne, each slumber lasting a hundred years.
During these centuries, darkness festered. Nine dark gods emerged, breeding countless dark creatures. Black clouds obscured the sunlight, polluting the pure land, causing plants to wither and animals to perish. The other gods, no match for the power of the dark gods, were all injured. The nine dark gods, rampant and unchecked, stormed the Sun God’s temple and besieged him as he slept on his throne.
Struck by the combined force of nine dark gods, the Sun God finally opened his golden eyes.
He didn’t move, only opening his eyes for a fleeting moment before closing them again, seemingly undisturbed.
Yet, in that instant, the nine dark gods were pierced through their divine cores by golden light and instantly perished.
He dismissed them as a mere rabble, not even worthy of his gaze.
He casually raised a hand, releasing a wave of golden light. Instantly, life was restored to the world, and the darkness was dispelled without a trace.
The living beings wept with joy, worshiping and crying out, “The Sun God is our savior!”
Since then, besides light, he was also known for justice and protection.
Yet, Yan Zhao felt a sense of listlessness.
He was born powerful, without any rivals.
Not just rivals, there was no one who could even see his true face through the golden light.
He truly felt the loneliness of being unrivaled.
After countless years of this solitude, one day, Yan Zhao received guidance from the laws of the universe.
— You have reached the Quasi-Archgod realm. Proceed immediately to the Myriad Gods Realm and compete with other candidate gods for the position of Lord of All Gods.
Yan Zhao was intrigued, a rare occurrence for him.
He was already on par with the laws of his world, yet this Heavenly Principles seemed to originate from a higher dimension.
Quasi-Archgod realm? Was this his current level?
He had believed himself to be at the pinnacle of power, invincible in his world. But the Heavenly Principles informed him that there were gods beyond gods, realms beyond realms, and above him was the Archgod realm.
And he had to compete with other deities for the position of Lord of All Gods—the ruler of all deities. Wasn’t he already that? No god in his world was stronger than him. Who could possibly compete with him?
Where did these competitors come from? Were there other worlds beyond his? Could these rivals truly challenge him?
Yan Zhao was delighted. He relished a challenge.
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As it turned out, Yan Zhao’s speculation was correct. There were indeed many worlds like his, each nurturing its own gods.
Together, these worlds formed the Great Thousand Worlds.
The Lord of All Gods ruled not just the gods of one world, but all the gods of the Great Thousand Worlds.
The Heavenly Principles summoned one hundred of the most powerful deities from the Great Thousand Worlds, each just one step away from breaking through to the Archgod realm.
The competition for the Lord of All Gods was brutal, with deities killing each other amidst the inherent dangers of the secret realm.
They would be thrown into the sealed Myriad Gods Realm to duel. Only that place could withstand the power of a hundred Quasi-Archgods without collapsing, until one god broke through to become an Archgod. Only then would the secret realm reopen, with the victor becoming the king and the losers having their divine cores destroyed. If no god achieved a breakthrough, the secret realm would remain permanently closed, and all would perish.
To break through, plundering other divine cores proved the fastest and most effective method. After all, those who didn’t plunder or were not plundered would ultimately be eliminated.
Only one could emerge alive – the Archgod.
“Only through the crucible of true bloodshed and a desperate struggle can the most suitable and outstanding Lord of All Gods be chosen. Otherwise, what qualifications do they have to lead all the gods?” This was the stance of the Heavenly Principles.
This was a land of fallen gods. But for Yan Zhao, who craved a worthy opponent, it was paradise.
The Sun God believed death in battle was an honor, even his own, and had no qualms about killing other gods.
He spent seven thousand years in the secret realm, slaying countless deities. In the end, only nine of the original hundred gods remained. In the seventh millennium, Yan Zhao encountered Qi Ye.
Qi Ye was an evil god from another world, ranked alongside Yan Zhao as “the two gods most dreaded by the deities in the secret realm.” They had slain the most gods in these seven thousand years. They knew because the Heavenly Principles announced a death notice every time a god fell, including the cause of death.
Qi Ye and Yan Zhao were responsible for the most deaths.
Their first encounter was not pleasant.
The wickedly handsome, black-haired god was a master of mockery. Upon seeing Yan Zhao, he sneered, “You’re so blindingly bright. Did you blind them with your light and then seize the opportunity to kill so many gods?”
Despite being equally matched in strength and able to see Yan Zhao’s face clearly, Qi Ye still chose to taunt him.
Yan Zhao: “…”
The Sun God, who already disliked dark creatures, found this wicked god even more repulsive.
Yan Zhao calmly replied, “I hope your strength is greater than your mouth.”
The battle erupted instantly.
The brutal and intense fight lasted for a hundred years, with an outcome that even the Heavenly Principles did not anticipate.
They fought to a draw, both breaking through to become Archgods simultaneously.
But there could be only one Lord of All Gods.
The Heavenly Principles gave them a few days to rest before their final duel. The winner would become the Lord of All Gods, and this time, there was no need for a fight to the death.
Having finally met his match, Yan Zhao felt a sense of camaraderie towards Qi Ye. “I look forward to our final duel,” he said.
Qi Ye ignored him, asking the Heavenly Principles, “Can I go back now?”
Heavenly Principles: “Yes, it will be considered forfeiting.”
Qi Ye didn’t hesitate: “I forfeit.”
Yan Zhao was displeased. “Qi Ye, are you going to run away?” he asked. He had finally encountered a worthy opponent, and their last battle was inconclusive. How could Qi Ye simply leave?
Qi Ye: “You don’t understand. I have a god waiting for me at home.”
Yan Zhao didn’t understand. The Sun God’s pursuit of power and authority was etched into his divine core. But wasn’t the other an evil god? Shouldn’t he also crave fame, fortune, and strength? Why was he so indifferent, so eager to return home?
“Our battle was a draw—”
But Qi Ye, as if facing an urgent matter, simply left.
After a moment of contemplation, Yan Zhao transformed into a beam of golden light and chased after Qi Ye, wanting to know what could make him abandon the position of Lord of All Gods.
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Yan Zhao followed Qi Ye to his world, a land of ice and snow.
The evil god, who had been arrogant and mocking in the secret realm, now held a cold body in his arms, looking lost and helpless like a child. “…Chacha, what’s wrong?” he whispered.
“He’s dead,” Yan Zhao stated calmly.
He could tell at a glance that it was a fallen god, its divine core gone, leaving only an empty shell.
They had seen countless fallen gods in the secret realm, many slain by Qi Ye himself. How could he not recognize this?
“My condolences,” Yan Zhao offered. “But the dead cannot be resurrected. I can spar with you to help you vent your grief.”
Qi Ye: “…Get lost!”
Yan Zhao was stunned by the raw emotion in Qi Ye’s voice.
Because the evil god was choking back sobs.
Yan Zhao observed him with a detached curiosity. “Why are you crying?” he asked.
The Sun God did not understand emotions.
But he vaguely understood that the weeping evil god before him was no longer the formidable force he had known, but a being capable of deep sorrow.
Qi Ye ignored him completely, lost in his grief.
Considering Qi Ye’s bereavement, Yan Zhao decided to hold off on the sparring. He recalled Qi Ye mentioning a god waiting for him at home. This Snow God must be the one.
“Ge, don’t cry.” The falling snow in the air swirled and coalesced, suddenly forming a faint divine form.
Qi Ye gasped, stunned by the apparition.
“His divine core is destroyed,” Yan Zhao exclaimed in surprise. “How can his soul still linger?”
“Before I fell,” the Snow God said, his voice gentle and clear, “my greatest regret was not being able to see Ge again.” He paused, a faint smile gracing his ethereal face. “I held on until now, finally waiting for Ge to return.”
Qi Ye reached out a trembling hand towards the apparition. “Chacha,” he whispered, “hold on a little longer, Ge will save you.”
“How can you save him?” Yan Zhao found it absurd. “His divine core is already destroyed,” he noted.
“His is destroyed,” Qi Ye said, his face filled with the joy of reunion, “but I still have mine. I’ll give him half of mine.”
“Are you crazy?” Yan Zhao frowned. “Do you know how much effort it took you to become an Archgod?”
“What does it matter?” Qi Ye said, his voice filled with conviction. “It was all for him.” He smiled, a look of pure love in his eyes. “I love him.”
Yan Zhao didn’t know what ‘love’ was. What kind of power could make an evil god give up the readily attainable divine position and core?
Qi Ye had given up the competition, given up his divine core, just to ask for this one favor: to save his beloved. He requested Yan Zhao’s help in manipulating time, restarting the world, and nurturing the Snow God’s soul. Though reluctant, Yan Zhao agreed; such feats were within the capabilities of an Archgod.
Yan Zhao agreed, but warned them that after rebirth, they would be strangers, and there was no guarantee they would fall in love again. Qi Ye looked at him, his expression unwavering. “No,” he said simply, “I will definitely fall in love with him at first sight.”
Then, without hesitation, he reached within himself and dug out his own divine core, the source of his power glowing faintly in his hand.
Yan Zhao watched with mixed emotions.
Definitely fall in love at first sight?
How could he be so sure?
What exactly was love?
It allowed the Snow God to persist for so long after his divine core shattered, his soul refusing to dissipate, just to wait for Qi Ye to return. And it made the ruthless evil god endure the most excruciating pain, severing his own divine core, giving up everything, just to save his beloved.
Yan Zhao didn’t understand. He looked at the two gods, their bond radiating even in the face of such sacrifice.
He envied this kind of love, and he truly admired it.
He knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within his own divine core, that he would never go to such lengths for anyone.
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