The gods ascended high into the sky.
White tentacles hung on His back, and rays of light poured down from the holy city, instantly illuminating the night.
The frequency of their dancing is harmonious, like nature's wonderful rhythm of life, in sync with the breathing of the world.
Six, twelve, a hundred, a thousand...
With Him as the center, the tentacles increased exponentially, spreading out in all directions, gradually covering the entire sky, presenting a scene like growing branches and leaves.
Swish, swish.
Behind the god, there seemed to be tens of millions of white doves flapping their white wings, gathering together behind Him, and each feather gathered into a series of shining tentacles.
In the invisible hymns, they are not only an extension of His divinity, but also represent the light and love He bestows on the world.
Selfless, broad-minded, and inclusive.
People looked up at the scene in the sky, their hands trembling as they maintained the posture of prayer.
"Oh God..." Prayers were heard one after another.
At this moment, all doubts, anger, and sorrow towards the gods disappeared, and no one could remain indignant at this scene. Thousands of figures fell down devoutly, and the holy city was shrunken by more than half in an instant.
The white tentacles were too sacred and numerous. Compared to the god's body, they were like seeds compared to a giant tree.
— so that people could not see His expression at all.
The sleeves of His clothes, which He had just straightened, could not be seen either, as they were broken into pieces by the huge flood and fluttered in the air like a broken flag.
You can't see the candy falling from His pocket.
Ah Du couldn’t see the portraits of his teammates playing on his wrist.
The glittering mechanical ring T-0321 on His finger is not visible.
The red and blue earrings dangling from His ears could not be seen.
Compared with the millions of white tentacles like snow and clouds, these are too small.
His head was filled with cascading black hair that had a glass-like texture, and his eyes were no longer pure black, but instead had a layer of faint gold in them.
He stared blankly at his palm—a palm that held the torrent of time, capable of turning the world upside down in an instant… But why were his five fingers tightly grasping five silk threads? Who were they connected to, and where did they lead to? Why… was he always holding them tightly?
Is this some kind of powerful authority?
Could this be some powerful causal thread? If I grab it, I can gain unparalleled power?
He reached for the end of one of the threads and saw only a corpse. The boy leaned against the pure white throne, his head slightly lowered, the blue rose on his hat in full bloom, which reminded him of some fresh and immature senses, causing his calm pain to twitch. This was not from the body, but from his heart.
His heart, which had endured countless hardships but never extinguished, actually ached at the sight of a human corpse.
——But why on earth was he dragging around five useless corpses?
Under his loose black hair, the eyes of the God flashed with unnoticeable pain. Humanity and divinity briefly clashed in his eyes, like flowing blue and red, but soon, only a frosty indifference was left.
"...I knew you would be so...beautiful."
A surprised voice came from above the starry sky. This voice, which was always at ease, was a little anxious at this moment.
The overlapping shadow floated in front of Su Mingan. Although the overlapping shadow had no facial features, the frequency of the star marks around it could make people feel His joy at the moment.
The white tentacles that covered the sky were still expanding toward the horizon. The cross on the god's forehead swayed slightly, reflecting a gem-like halo. He looked back at the overlapping shadows expressionlessly. The golden and blue light surrounded Him, and the torrent of time was like a spirit.
Dazzlingly brilliant.
There is only one word that can describe the god at this moment.
"Sure enough, after discarding the burden of the past, you can be so beautiful. It is that inferior civilization that dragged you down, and it is those despicable and superficial humans who dragged you down." Dieying held up a strand of the god's long black hair, and his attitude was so cautious that it could not be compared with the past. It was as if this was the first time that He put Su Mingan on an equal footing to talk to him. As for before, it was mostly deception, coaxing, and disguise, like treating a small animal.
Only at this moment, the pure white god is reflected in the overlapping galaxy-like figures.
"They admire you, but they are afraid of you; they rely on you, but they insult you; they admire you, but they are wary of you. Humans are shallow, selfish, and greedy. They can do something to you for their own selfish desires... But you were different from them from the beginning. From the beginning... you stood at a very high position."
"You were born to be high up, not in the dust. You were born to move forward, not look back. You were born to be a star in the sky, not a beacon on the earth."
"Come on, follow me to a place farther away. There, perhaps you will find what you really want, whether it is power, wisdom, or secrets... Perhaps, that is our common homeland."
“I want you to be…” Dieying’s voice trembled slightly, as if some kind of reaction was also happening in his heart:
"...my soul mate."
Su Mingan tilted his head.
He seemed to not understand Dieying's gentleness, and was confused by Dieying's rudeness and respectfulness. It seemed that Dieying was waiting for him to become a god, and he was eager to see him in the form of a god.
Maybe it is true.
Abandoning humanity, losing oneself. If you don't ascend to a higher dimension with the overlapping shadows, what fun will there be?
——It was the overlapping shadows that pulled away His anchor. Ashes rose from the seabed, and the reason for His standing disappeared. The ship should sail far into the sea of stars.
As for the people, things, and objects behind Him, the white-haired young man's unswerving protection until death, the trust and ignorance in the eyes of the black-haired girl, the last smile on the corner of the blond boy's mouth... they will all become relics on the seabed and sink into the mud.
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