"Yeah!"
"Wuhu~"
…
"Look at this video. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! Is this Godzilla?"
"Are you saying this is a revival of spiritual energy?"
"Have you read too many novels? I think it's nuclear pollution..."
…
All kinds of messy memories without any coherence instantly filled his mind.
At this moment, all his lost memories were restored.
There are memories from before the great changes, and there are also...
His memory "after death".
He was just one of the many red mists, floating in the void in an ignorant and confused state.
He was indeed dead, and this memory was more like a "God's perspective" conveyed by the "red mist".
The red mist floats and sinks...
After thirty years of integration and entanglement, the power of the red mist and the remaining power of the kingdom of God have reached a kind of "compromise".
Take back the power... help humanity...
These two goals seem to have some connection.
So someone was chosen... or to be more precise, someone's soul was "reshaped" by the red mist.
The Kingdom of God began to try to respond to the ritual...
…
Thanks to the greatly enhanced thinking ability, Meng Yiqian almost sorted out this part of his memory.
In a sense, the original Meng Yi is already dead.
Now he is considered a "newborn", a newborn who inherited the memory of "Meng Yi".
Isn't it obvious?
His spiritual body...is essentially red mist.
The "person" sitting on the tall throne suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cloud of scarlet mist.
Meng Yi lowered his head and took a quick look at his current condition.
Oh…
The situation is similar to the last time he was promoted to the Evil God, and I am mentally prepared.
The red mist that made up his body surged, and he regained his "human appearance".
If it were in the past, he might have fallen into some kind of "philosophical" level of inner torture, such as, who am I, where do I come from, am I Meng Yi or something else?
But now…
"I'm already mentally prepared."
He patted the armrest lightly, turned his head to look at "Little Meng Yi", and said with a smile:
"Do you think I can call...
Son of Man?"
"No wonder the memory was sealed..." He then muttered, "Are they afraid I can't accept it?"
He took a deep breath and slowly sat up straight.
“I accepted this role.
And this important task!"
…
Inside and outside Jing'an City, everyone fell into silence because they felt the shock brought about by Meng Yi's promotion to the rank of a true god.
That feeling just now...
The intimidation transmitted from the spiritual level made everyone realize that it was the influence created by a true god.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to act rashly?
Zhang Zimin dares!
He was the first to react.
He had faced the God of Slaughter head-on, and shared the same second-level killing method as Zhu Hongyu. He had a vague guess as to how to respond to the feeling just now.
My Lord, you truly possess the power to kill!
More than ten kilometers away from the holy city, he laughed out loud.
The laughter was so cheerful that it made the heart of the scholar and mechanic who were above Xiao Wu tighten.
As far as possible, they wanted to escape.
However, their near-godlike appearance disappeared in an instant, their aura rapidly weakened, and two strands of divinity suddenly left their bodies and were about to fly away.
boom--
A huge scarlet palm fell from the sky!
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