Twilight Speaker

Chapter 146 The time of loss, the destruction of the universe!
Chen Xiang knew nothing about the Storm Kingdom or its capital. He stood by the window of the sky castle, gazing at the entire Tianchuan City.

"One favor, please."

Chen Xiang glanced at Primal Fear and whispered:
"I will probably disappear for a while - I can't say how long exactly. When I'm gone, help me keep an eye on Tianchuan. I'm worried that the Outer God Church will come again."

"Do not worry."

Primal Fear did not ask any more questions, but just spoke in a low voice:
"Now that your teacher has shown up, who in the world would dare to cause trouble here? Unless the Outer God himself comes."

Chen Xiang nodded, and his figure suddenly became illusory and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was already above the red moon, gazing at the starry sky, with his arms spread out as if hugging.

He is preparing to re-enter the Lost Hour.

The next moment, in the starry sky, rays of starlight seemed to descend from among the bright stars, falling on Chen Xiang and baptizing his soul.
Chen Xiang's soul was transforming, and his understanding of the laws of the universe became deeper. Climbing to the fifth step of the Ladder of God, [Stars], was a natural progression.

He did not stop, still embracing the universe, the starlight was still gathering, the light of these ancient stars washed over his soul,

The originally illusory soul condensed bit by bit, and the profound divinity was nurtured within it, gradually growing stronger!

The sixth step, [Starry Sky], is complete.

The [Starry Sky] step is the pinnacle of the middle three stages, symbolizing the complete formation of the divine soul!

The body is divine, the soul is divine.

The pace of progress has never stopped!
There are nine steps to the ladder of deification. The first three steps are to forge the divine body, the middle three steps are to forge the divine soul, and the top three steps are to gather faith!
The division of the upper three levels is extremely simple.

Thousands of letters, ten thousand letters, a hundred thousand letters.

A fanatic can offer a letter.

Six years ago, after the Great City Incident, the tens of millions of people remaining in the Outer Third Ring Road almost all reached the level of "devout believers".

For six years, the people of the Outer Third Ring Road have been drifting in the depths of the Misty Sea, and have experienced the hunting of the Storm Nation, suffering untold hardships.

Suffering is the easiest way to temper one's profound faith.

Chen Xiang could vaguely sense that only one out of the tens of millions of believers was left, and the number of his remaining believers was about three million.

Following the perception of faith connection, Chen Xiang vaguely knew that more than 90% of his believers were in the depths of the Misty Sea - that should be the Storm Country, and some were on the other side of the ocean.
That should be the White Star Country.

Logically speaking, although there is only one letter difference between a devout believer and a fanatic, it is indeed a real transformation. There may not be one fanatic among ten thousand devout believers!

but
Of the three million remaining believers, the number of devout believers is about 2.7 million, and the rest
They are all fanatics.

Three hundred thousand fanatics!

This ratio is extremely shocking, only one in ten. Normally, it is difficult to find a fanatic among tens of thousands of devout believers!

There are even three extremely thick faith channels that lead directly to the depths of one's soul - they represent the [Saints].

One is Li Rongen, one is Wu Ku - the history professor, now the Pope of Order, and the other one, following the connection of faith, Chen Xiang saw her real name.

His name is Bai Chu, and he is probably located deep in the foggy sea. I have never heard of him before.

Three hundred thousand fanatics, three saints,
The power of their faith gathers together like a torrent!

Chen Xiang was in the torrent of faith, and his soul essence slowly grew. He called out the evil bull, extracted a large amount of soul essence from it, and swallowed it in one breath.

With the huge torrent of faith, an illusory, ethereal lens condenses from the depths of one's soul.

"This is."

The authority of false truth trembled slightly, and Chen Xiang naturally knew everything.

"A pseudo-godhead, or to be more precise, a prototype of a godhead."

The godhead grew rapidly under the influence of faith, reaching the level of 1,000 faiths, 10,000 faiths, and 100,000 faiths!

Climb up the long stairway to the gods, the ninth step, I have already stepped on it and am standing in the middle.

Those who reach the third level of the ladder can get rid of the title of false gods. Although they are not true gods, they can also be respected as [deities].

Although Chen Xiang's abilities are not taboo nor does he have a special form, he has already established himself at the pinnacle of being a god.

Normally, this journey would take hundreds or thousands of years, but Chen Xiang completed it in an instant!
"This level of power"

Chen Xiang closed his eyes, feeling the surging and vast power in his body. The seven seeds of authority plus the seeds of loss trembled slightly, and along the inexplicable connection, all poured into his own godhead!

"Now is not the time to reclaim the parliament's faith. Otherwise, I will become a true god overnight."

Chen Xiang muttered to himself in a low voice, his mind in turmoil.

The relatives and friends who were once your true self are either dead or betrayed.

But there will be new ones.

"Outer Gods, the Old Ones, the Three Pillars."

He repeated these terms expressionlessly, his eyes extremely deep.

"The Red Moon Council and the Church of Order must move forward hand in hand. The nine seats must be filled as soon as possible. Dai claimed that the Old Council was also created by them, but..."

Chen Xiang smiled. The original founders of the old parliament were Red Moon and Hunhuang.

Dusk would never do anything meaningless. Even after his death, he turned into a red moon to provide shelter for the Old Parliament.
Although Chen Xiang had never communicated directly with Huang Hun, he could conclude that the existence of the parliament was a backup plan left by Huang Hun. He could sense that after becoming the speaker, he had developed a subtle but unreal connection with the four parliamentarians.
He had a premonition that when all nine seats in the parliament were occupied by living beings, perhaps some changes would occur.

"The Great Emperor will be eliminated sooner or later. The Prophet's position is difficult to discern. It remains in doubt for the time being. The First Generation can strive for it, and the Venerable can strive for it."

"Primal Fear can be a candidate for one seat. The ghost captain should also be able to try to get one or two. Li Rongen can also be a backup candidate for one seat."

Chen Xiang thought over and over again and selected a seat for councillor from among his old friends.

"Xiao Wei's strength is a little weak, otherwise he could also be a seat, Meng Tu. It remains to be seen."

"What about Li Xiaotong? She seems to be the saint of the secret society now. Well, she can be used as a backup."

"There are also Wu Ku and Bai Chu."

Chen Xiang understood that it was not difficult to gather nine seats, but the strength of most of the trustworthy old friends was still too weak.

Sooner or later, the Red Moon Council will go to war with the Outer Gods and the Old Ones.

"Weakness is not a problem. When I am strong enough, I can grant you authority."

"Loyalty is the most important thing."

Chen Xiang sorted out his thoughts, and the surging power in his body was gradually under complete control. The divine nature emitted an extremely bright light, and the eight seeds of power seemed to be sprouting!
The eight seeds of authority, plus the five powers of mirror image, fear, shadow, void, and black flame, all collided, entangled, and surged in the godhead!
Chen Xiang felt that his own strength was surging like a gusher! !

"it's time."

He took a deep breath, and large white bone wings grew out, transforming into the form of a [True Shepherd]. His thoughts touched the divine nature, stimulating the [Seed of Lost Time] contained within it.
The next moment, time froze bit by bit, and the skeleton of the Pure White Lord emerged in the earth's atmosphere, and He entered the time of loss again.

Chen Xiang sat upright on the surface of the red moon, staring at the earth, staring at the pure white corpse, waiting for time to pass.

The Lost Hour represents the 25th and 26th hours of the day, which is a time that does not exist.

As time passed, the pressure Chen Xiang endured increased exponentially. This pressure reached its peak when the moment of loss reached 26 hours and 59 minutes!
"Cough cough."

Blood flowed from the corner of Chen Xiang's mouth, and the last minute of the moment of loss arrived!

The pure white corpse that stretched across the Earth's atmosphere was torn apart, the starry sky was shattered, and the edge of the universe was clearly visible again.
Chen Xiang, who had become countless times stronger, managed to hold on to the first second of the last minute. This time, he saw it extremely clearly!
The universe is collapsing, the starry sky is broken and tiny, there are... there are numerous corpses floating in it, and there are numerous broken artifacts floating in the vacuum!

It's like an ancient battlefield!
"No, that's not right."

In the second, Chen Xiang looked up and down, and was shocked to find that the sky above and the sky below seemed to be two completely different yet similar ancient battlefields!
Similar broken objects were floating above and below the starry sky. Chen Xiang saw the Spear of the End of Dimension and the Bell of the Silence of the Universe at first sight!

The spear floating above the starry sky broke in two, and the bell was full of cracks;

The spear under the starry sky was rotten, and the big bell was broken into seven or eight pieces.
"How is this going??"

Chen Xiang was stunned. Both the Spear of the End of Dimension and the Clock of Silence of the Universe were controlled by him.
But now, at the last minute of this lost moment, there are two identical guns and clocks with different degrees of damage!
In the third second, Chen Xiang's body began to crack. There was a tragic breath and the aftermath of war. Even he couldn't bear it now.
He looked carefully, and his eyes began to become bloodshot and cracked.
The fourth second.

Chen Xiang saw six corpses above the starry sky.

A very familiar, very familiar corpse.

He saw stupidity, foolishness and stupidity, and even the corpse of the Lord of Death!

What is missing are the corpses of the Forbidden Lord, the Forgotten Lord, and the Dusk Lord.

The corpses of the six Old Lords floated quietly and slowly above the battlefield.

In the fifth second, Chen Xiang finally couldn't bear it anymore and was ready to exit the moment of loss.

In the sixth second, just before leaving, he leaped up with all his might and grabbed a floating corpse.

In the seventh second, He retreated from the moment of loss, and time began to flow again. The scenes of the two horrific ancient battlefields above and below disappeared. Chen Xiang sat down on the red moon, coughing up blood.

A huge corpse fell in front of him.

"This is."

Chen Xiang stared at the corpse and recognized it.

"This is, stupid."

Stupidity, the master of destruction, controls destruction and the end.

The corpse lay quietly, and just by existing, the universe and the starry sky began to tear apart. The red moon trembled slightly, and the haze came from nowhere.
The seeds of false truth were jumping wildly, and countless chaotic information made Chen Xiang dizzy!

[Destroy the corpse of the master: He is truly and completely dead. You killed Him yourself.]

[The dead Him returns to reality from the time of loss, time begins to distort, and a history that was covered and hidden begins to grow again]

The entire universe was in turmoil, being destroyed and collapsing!

The ancient palace was shaking. Through the door, Chen Xiang could clearly see that the statue of the Lord of Destruction, which had not yet been removed, was cracking and decaying.
There were screams and wails coming from the statue, so familiar, they were the screams and wails coming from Yu!

It’s like a piece of history buried in the lost time is reflecting the reality!

An extremely clear premonition emerged in Chen Xiang's mind. Yu, Yu in the subspace, was dying, really dying!

There was no time to think, the universe was collapsing, and Chen Xiang tried his best to throw Yu's body back to the Moment of Lost, back to the last minute of the Moment of Lost.

The universe returned to peace.

(End of this chapter)