All dead.

Ildera's voice came over, and Morin listened with an unchanged expression on his face, but at this moment, he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

Dead, Asrael and Anna are also dead...

Asrael, the god of the sun and fire, and Anna, the goddess of the shining moon...

At this moment, Morin thought of some things that happened when he got along with the two gods, and his heart suddenly felt ups and downs. However, afterwards, Morin regained his composure and slowly calmed himself down.

"Dead, dead, dead..."

Ildera was still muttering to herself, and in her eyes, the dark red blood turned into tears and slid down from the corners of her eyes.

It seemed that the spell Qingyi had just cast had lost its effect. Ildra was muttering to himself, a little dazed, and looked a little abnormal.

"Brother Mo Lin." Qingyi watched this scene and walked forward. She looked at Mo Lin and wanted to say something.

Morin shook his head slightly and said nothing.

He stretched out his hand and slowly brushed it across Ildara's face.

A faint light flashed, and then Ildera fell asleep.

The expression on her face was peaceful, she was sleeping quietly, and she looked extremely serene.

"Let her rest and let her sleep." Morin said softly.

Qingyi was stunned. She looked at Ildera who had fallen into a deep sleep, thought for a moment, nodded, and said nothing.

Morin cast a few more spells to protect Ildera and ensure her safety. Even if some other accidents happened later, she would be fine. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

"Okay, let's go inside and take a look." Morin said, he raised his eyes slightly and looked forward.

Before, Morin had been walking through the outer palace complex with Ildara. Ahead was the center of the entire Temple of the Gods. It must be extraordinary inside, and now Morin wanted to go in and take a look.

He and Qingyi stepped forward and slowly walked towards the front.

Very quiet.

Apart from the light footsteps of Mo Lin and Qing Yi, there was no other sound.

Morin walked slowly and came to the center of the Hall of the Gods. What he saw were many completely abandoned buildings.

Rows and rows of chairs, floating in the air, where gods once sat, but now, these chairs have fallen to the ground, extremely broken, with fragments scattered everywhere.

The broken pieces of the seat were stained with the breath of the gods, so they were very clean, without cobwebs or dust. However, the light above the seat was dim, revealing an indescribable feeling of desolation.

There are still a lot of dark red blood scabs on the ground of this main hall, which makes people tremble with fear.

Mo Lin and Qing Yi walked forward slowly. They looked around with strange expressions on their faces.

"Okay, let's go inside." Mo Lin said to Qingyi.

Qingyi didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

Mo Lin and Qing Yi came to a hall at the back. The hall was very spacious and should be the place where the gods would discuss and take a short rest later. However, the scene here was extremely tragic.

There were scattered corpses everywhere, and the ground was covered with blood, flesh and body parts. In addition, the entire hall was soaked in a quagmire of flesh and blood. Although all of this happened a very long time ago, when Morin looked at it now, he could still feel an indescribable desolation.

Everything is like this.

"ah!"

ah!!

When Mo Lin and Qing Yi entered, they could vaguely hear waves of horrible screams, full of pain and fear, dark and terrifying, those were the shrill voices of the gods.

Blurry shadows seemed to appear all around, flashing in the air, interweaving and weaving, and disappearing almost instantly.

There were gods, and there were also strange figures in black robes. It was obvious that this was what had happened before.

What? Mo Lin and Qing Yi were shocked.

But in the end, there was nothing.

Mo Lin and Qing Yi looked at each other. They had already understood that the scene that just appeared was nothing more than the reappearance of the divine power of the gods here, just a kind of intertwined phantoms emerging.

"Hu~~" Morin exhaled lightly. He looked at the body parts and numerous fragments on the ground and slowly walked over.

He just wanted to touch it, but found that the broken limbs turned into ashes instantly when they touched him, and disappeared completely on the spot.

It's like an illusion.

"Brother Mo Lin." Qing Yi came over. She approached Mo Lin and said softly, "The bodies of the gods have long been destroyed. The things here are just fake remnants. They are meaningless at all."

"Brother Mo Lin, did you see the golden suns of different sizes in the sky outside? Those were formed when the bodies of the gods died and their origins intertwined with each other."

When Qingyi saw this scene, she associated it with the scene outside and understood a lot, so at this time, she came to talk to Mo Lin.

Morin reached out his hand, touched his nose, and smiled, but there was little sign of concern on his face.

"Let's go take a look at the front."

Mo Lin said this to Qing Yi.

Qingyi didn't say anything else and nodded obediently.

Morin continued to move forward. He and Qingyi went to many palaces, saw many different things, and made many discoveries. However, as time passed, nothing else existed and everything had completely lost its value and meaning.

Finally, after that, Mo Lin and Qing Yi entered a palace that looked ordinary and had nothing strange about it.

Squeak.

A hoarse voice came over, Mo Lin pushed open the palace door, and walked in slowly with Qingyi.

He looked at the scenes in front of him and couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment on his face.

The palace that appeared in front was no longer a group of buildings collapsed on the ground, or some other desolate and tragic atmosphere, but a picture scroll that spread out.

There are countless reliefs.

The gods are being recorded here, everything about the gods is being recorded here.

Buddha of the gods.

There is no doubt that everything before our eyes is everything that the gods have existed for. It is extremely ancient and is the history of the gods, which includes the growth, occurrence, fall and decline of every god.

There are many, many things and many, many powerful gods.

"This is... a god." Qingyi was also a little stunned. She looked at this scene with a dazed expression on her face.

Morin didn't say anything. He took a deep breath, walked slowly inside, and started to look.

Yes, there is indeed a lot of stuff here, it is no exaggeration to say that it is the entire history of the gods.

Many gods appeared, the gods prospered, and so on and so forth.

At the end of the scroll, Morin saw a black dot that grew bigger and bigger, and finally disappeared completely at the end of the Pagoda of the Gods, covering everything.

As for those strange things, those terrifying human figures, and the things that caused the gods to disappear, they have a new name on the Pagoda of Gods.

Dark turmoil.

"Dark turmoil..."

Maureen muttered to herself.

He was just about to do something, and at this moment, the Pagoda of Gods in front of him seemed to sense something and suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

The long, distant, and almost endless pagoda of gods floated up at this time and turned into golden quicksand like water marks and flew into the air.

There was a sudden dazzling light in the air.

"Brother Mo Lin, look!"

Qing Yi exclaimed.

Morin saw that in mid-air, the pagoda of gods that recorded the history of the gods merged with those large and small golden light balls, and after a while, it turned into another appearance.

It was a picture of the gods.

The scroll was constantly rotating, flying, and circling. All the gods seemed to come alive in the scroll and were reviving.

A faint sound was heard, it was the whisper of the gods.

Maureen was filled with shock.

Instantly, Morin knew that what was in the air was not just a scroll, but the road of the gods, the system of the gods, the civilization of the gods, the countless powers and strengths among the gods, everything of the gods! From the beginning of the gods to the end of the gods.

Maureen looked at it carefully.

Many voices rang in his mind, and a faint ice-blue light flashed in his eyes. In that ice-blue light, countless dense data and runes kept emerging, flashing and interweaving like crazy like a waterfall.

Finally, it's all over.

The scroll flying in the air stopped changing, slowly floated away, and turned into a golden brick that slowly fell down.

“I never thought that there would be something here that could allow me to see the gods…” Qingyi opened his palm and took the golden brick in his hand.

After a long time, but also like just a moment, Maureen slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were extremely calm, yet as deep as the sea.

In front of Mo Lin, Qing Yi was smiling sweetly.

"Brother Mo Lin, this is for you." Qing Yi handed the golden brick over. She looked up and down at Mo Lin. After a careful inspection, she suddenly exclaimed, "Brother Mo Lin, you, you..."

"Congratulations, Brother Mo Lin. In the near future, you will be able to be promoted to level six and become the level six throne."