Chapter 463 There is no one behind her

The Sutian Realm was dark, cold, and empty, without a trace of light or a breath of wind.

As she continued to fall, the light on her body eventually faded into darkness.

Song Ningshu half closed his eyes, the inconsolable loneliness filled his heart so tightly that even breathing was painful.

The fingertips pressed against the center of the eyebrows, and the divine pattern lit up again, echoing the reorganization of Jiuzhou and calling for the third rebirth of the Tree of Life.

All the power in the Sutian Realm began to surge towards her, and the divine power in her body instantly became abundant, and she touched the power of the rules of the Sutian Realm.

She carries the Tao, which is the rules, the order, the vitality, and everything.

The breath of life surged from her body, seeds sprouted, and countless fragments gathered from the darkness. Wherever the vitality passed, floating light appeared.

Song Ningshu floated upwards, his fingertips touching the tender buds of the Tree of Life, and he lowered his eyes to look at the Jiuzhou Yuantai gradually taking shape beside him.

A ball of light of various colors interwoven flew out from the void.

She held it in front of her with one hand, staring at it in silence for a long time, her voice bitter, "This path to godhood is too painful."

The Tree of Life grew wildly, and with its divine power, it coiled around the heaven and earth.

Song Ningshu lowered her head, a tear rolled down her cheeks and fell into the ball of light in her hands. The ball of light seemed to sense her sadness and kept flickering.

She slapped it against her heart, and when she looked up, her eyes were calm and her aura surged.

The Tree of Life instantly touched the boundary of the Sutian Realm.

Song Ningshu stood up straight, drew his bow and shot an arrow that shattered the barrier of the Sutian Realm.

The cracks shattered like a spider web, and crisp sounds were heard one after another. The Tree of Life broke through the barrier and grew outward.

Song Ningshu stood on the top of the Tree of Life, looking out at the unfinished game. His blood-stained clothes seemed out of place in the peaceful and tranquil environment.

The divine power spread outward, alarming the domain lords of other realms and even the so-called Great Dao.

A sky full of gods appeared in front of her in an instant, looking at her with indifferent eyes.

Her blood-stained clothes fluttered in the wind as she looked up at the so-called gods in heaven, but there was no one behind her.

His gaze fell on the shadow in the center, and Song Ningshu asked with a sad smile, "Da Dao, are you satisfied?"

"In the Sutian Realm, among all the living beings in the world, only I exist."

The Tao is silent, and the gods in heaven do not utter a word.

The Tree of Life lifted her upwards. She raised her hand to draw her bow, her fingertips hooking an invisible arrow. "The trembling of the barrier of the Sutian Realm is not worth your concern."

"The overthrow of all worlds in the Sutian Realm is not worth your concern."

"You control all worlds and realms, standing above all other realms. With just a thought, there would be no such disaster."

"It turns out that the survival of all worlds is not as important as my breaking through the world and making you worry."

The arrow flew off the string towards the shadow in the middle, but dissipated before it touched him, as if her arrow was just a child's play, as if her anger was nothing compared to him.

"You bold little god!" A voice like a huge bell came from all directions, followed by several heavy sounds superimposed and blasting into Song Ningshu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Song Ningshu was forced to take a step back, her back still straight, the power of faith behind her filling her divine body that was shattered by the so-called Great Dao.

She asked herself, "Do you think the lives of ants are not worth cherishing?"

"The Tao should be compassionate, are you worthy?"

The shadow in the middle raised his hand.

Another shadow beside the avenue stopped him, "That's enough, it's your fault in the first place, don't get angry."

"Fu Xuan, I am the Great Dao, and my majesty cannot be questioned!"

Song Ningshu's eyes turned cold, and he shot another arrow. This time the arrow sank into the shadow in the middle.

Dadao groaned as he was being restrained.

The shadowy figure called Fu Xuan withdrew the hand that was pressing on Da Dao's shoulder and retorted sarcastically, "You can also not be. There are many gods who do not obey you."

"Stand back."

Fu Xuan waved back the avenue, then looked at Song Ningshu and asked, "Lingyue, what do you want?"

Aiming the drawn arrow at Fu Xuan, Song Ningshu spoke in a cold voice, each word emphasized: "I want to rewrite the rules and go back in time."

"I want them to be resurrected."

She pointed her arrow at the Myriad Realms Divine Lord alone, "If not, either you will send me to hell now, or I will overturn the rules of the Great Dao in the future."