Now he only has two paths before him: one is to continue trying, and the other is to go back, accumulate strength, and see if the Angel Child will descend early or if his normal birth will take another month. Choosing the second path means that he needs to obtain the power to defeat the eighth-order fully formed Angel Child who possesses the status of a demon god within a month.
The second path is simply unrealistic; in a month, at most one could only break through to the fifth rank.
While he appears to be able to handle a sixth-tier opponent despite being at the fourth tier, he doesn't actually rely on his own strength at all.
If a fourth-tier opponent can't even defeat a sixth-tier opponent, let alone a fifth-tier opponent defeating an eighth-tier opponent, especially since this isn't just any ordinary eighth-tier opponent, but an eighth-tier opponent with the status of a monstrous god. The two are completely different concepts.
Now there is only one way to go: to stop the Son of Angels before He arrives!
However, as things stand, the first path is also a dead end. Ultimately, the difference in power is too great, and it is impossible to stop the descent of the angel's child.
Both of these paths are dead ends; one leads to death now, and the other to death in a month.
This is probably the reason for the warning from Heaven: the arrival of the Angel Child will lead to the complete collapse of the world, which is why Heaven issues a warning.
Faced with this inevitable death, Fang Xiu remained completely calm. He had anticipated that he would be trapped in a dead end and would eventually encounter a crisis that could not be resolved by a death rollback, but he never expected it to happen so quickly.
Now that death is inevitable, he finds himself feeling little. Perhaps he has long been indifferent to death, but that doesn't mean he intends to give up.
He can try a thousand ways to break the deadlock, but he will never try to give up.
After leaving the pool of paint, Fang Xiu began to think, pondering every clue, trying to find a way out of the predicament.
Memories of hundreds of deaths flashed through his mind, like scenes from a movie playing back frame by frame.
A moment later, boom!
A loud noise interrupted Fang Xiu's train of thought.
The entire church was razed to the ground.
"Fang Xiu! You can't possibly disrupt the descent of the angel's son!" The figure of the Black God appeared out of thin air. He was disheveled, with his wings cut off, but he was filled with boundless rage and terrifying killing intent.
Fang Xiu stared at the approaching Black God and suddenly realized something.
You won't dare to disrupt the arrival of the angel's child!
If the coming of the angelic child cannot be prevented, why is the Black God so anxious?
There's only one reason he's nervous: there must be some way to sabotage it!
With this thought in mind, Fang Xiu's mind was completely opened. He stopped thinking about how to destroy the painting and instead explored a different approach.
He recalled the first time he came to the Paint Pool, when the body of the Black God had already melted away, and he had entered the barrier of faith alone to attack the Black God.
At that time, I used a scalpel first because I thought that since the Black God had melted most of his power, he must have dedicated his power to the Son of the Angels, so he was very weak and that the power of pain would be enough.
But the truth is, the Black God's strength has not diminished in the slightest. He not only defended against the scalpel empowered by the power of pain, but also withstood a blow from the Holy Eye without dying.
That doesn't make sense!
If the Black God truly sacrificed his own power, then why does he still retain such immense power?
unless.......
The Black God is not offering sacrifices, but merging!
Suddenly, Fang Xiu thought of the full moon when the Angel's Child appeared, when the Black God could still speak clearly, but gradually fell into madness.
If they are completely transformed into nourishment for the angels' children, how can they still have consciousness?
Because the Black God is powerful?
No, that's not it. It even melted the seventh-order forbidden heart. A mere sixth-order God couldn't possibly do that.
All of this proves one thing: the Black God is the Son of Angels!! To be precise, he is the consciousness, the soul, and the brain of the Son of Angels!
The divine essence is the heart, and faith and life are transformed into flesh and blood. The powerful sealing force of the forbidden and mysterious envelops everything, which is equivalent to the body. However, consciousness is the only thing missing in this. Without consciousness, the angel's child is just an empty shell. That is why the black God merged into the pool water and used his own consciousness to control the angel's child.
This explains why the Son of Angels descended and why the Black God was conscious, because he was the Son of Angels!
The silence that followed was because his consciousness could not withstand the corruption of the divine essence, gradually went mad, and was eventually completely assimilated by the divine essence.
Now the question returns to how to kill the consciousness of the Son of Angels, that is, the Black God.
Even two sixth-tier beings wielding the Xuanyuan Sword couldn't do it; probably no one in the world today could.
This is probably why Zhou Qingfeng secretly protected the Black God; he couldn't afford to lose sight of his own beliefs.
Even after clarifying the logic, the deadlock remained unsolved. Zhou Qingfeng's secret intervention steered everything in the direction he desired.
The real obstacle to preventing the descent of the Angel's Son is not the Black God; the Black God is merely a pawn. The true player is Zhou Qingfeng, and this is a game of strategy with Zhou Qingfeng.
It is a contest between the strongest of the previous era and the prophets of the present.
However, the game is not evenly matched; Zhou Qingfeng has already reached the summit, while Fang Xiu is still halfway up the mountain.
At this moment, the Black God rushed over, and a beam of holy light struck Fang Xiu, determined to completely annihilate him.
However, the holy light passed straight through Fang Xiu, leaving him unharmed.
"What! How is this possible!" The Black God was shocked and could not understand Fang Xiu's ethereal transformation. This was the first time he had ever seen ethereal transformation.
Fang Xiu gazed at him calmly and said indifferently, "What are you afraid of?"
"Fear?" The Black God was taken aback at first, then sneered: "I am God, what do I have to fear?"
"Let me guess, are you afraid I'll take the painting from the bottom of the pool?"
The Black God's expression changed drastically: "How did you know there were paintings at the bottom of the pool?!"
Fang Xiu stared at the expression on the black God's face and shook his head: "It seems not. So you're afraid that you can't become the dominant consciousness of the angel's child?"
The Black God's eyes turned cold: "I don't understand what you're saying at all, but it seems you do know many secrets you shouldn't know."
"Oh, so that's what you're afraid of." Fang Xiu instantly figured out the answer.
His wife's acting skills, honed through years of deception, taught him that this was what the Black God feared.
Even after the truth about the Black God was exposed, the performance continued.
"Even on the verge of death, he's still spouting nonsense!"
boom!
He unleashed another beam of holy light, intending to defeat Fang Xiu, but it was to no avail.
Having understood the true intentions of the Black God, Fang Xiu slowly walked to the edge of the pool and opened the Taotie's mouth.
"Stop! What are you doing!" Black God roared, blocking Fang Xiu's path and reaching out to grab him, but only managed to grasp a wisp of air.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a small experiment."
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