Qianyuan frowned, looking as if she hadn't woken up yet, still lost in her dreams and unwilling to wake up.

But it wasn't that Qianyuan didn't want to wake up; it was that his true form, which was enveloping the planet, was being polluted and approached.

The pollution from within the planet and the monsters from another dimension surged up at him, chanting:

"Lord, ruler of chaos, lord of all things, king of kings, hear our call! Let all calamities befall this place: war, disease, fear... We offer this to you, embodiment of calamity!"

Only then did Qianyuan understand the plot of this world:

Qianyuan, or He, is actually from the same source as pollution. It can be said that pollution was also born from chaos and slowly seeped into the real world from chaos.

When this world is in ruins and damaged in every way, pollution will transcend dimensions, gradually affecting reality, bringing various monsters and anomalies, and humanity's prophecies will come true:

[Born of chaos, descended upon pollution, and the embodiment of evil manifested in the world. They brought calamity, brought doom, and finally, attracted the gaze of an evil god...]

So the world is actually on the verge of destruction.

Qianyuan is not a god. His hanging up of the sun is merely a facade to deceive humanity. The world is in ruins, and he cannot mend it. He cannot save the world. His existence will only accelerate the world's demise and then return it to its original state.

It was all empty and desolate.

After countless collisions and explosions, a new world is born.

This is the rule of the world.

But to Qianyuan and the humans she wanted to protect, he was an evil god.

It was a natural disaster.