Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

If you expect too long, the fantasy will eventually be shattered. When you really wait for it, everything will seem so unreal.

Or have they lost their original faith?

God has it all, open your hands and release the light of God.

Wherever the light covers, everything is new and full of vitality.

"God... He really is God. We, we have finally waited for this!"

The third world is sublimating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

We are moving closer to a new world, but people are hoping that God’s appearance is to lead us into heaven?

“It is said that those who have suffered a lot in their lives, and are not judged for their sins, can enter heaven and gain eternal life.”

Countless refugees looked pious and silently washed away the sins in their hearts.

But God shook his head and said gently: "Your life is not over yet, you should enjoy a good life, I call it..."

"New World."

New world?

Su Ming nodded silently. This was not just the new world after the third world.

Instead, the entire universe will usher in a new beginning.

Watching Jehovah changing the fate of these people, Su Ming gained a deep understanding.

The power of one person can be so great that it can change the operation of everything in the world.

In the past, Su Ming had never thought of becoming such a person, but now...

This person must do it by himself.

God sent away those suffering people one by one before facing Su Ming.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do very well on this question."

Ever since God stepped down from the stage, he has changed his arrogant image.

He is a collection of countless rules and has a multifaceted personality.

But it is undeniable that Su Ming's question caused him to lose half of his luck.

Su Ming smiled softly: "No one can do a perfect job on a question."

Where the light doesn't reach, there will always be darkness that you can't see.

When everything was over, the two returned to the same platform.

The two stood facing each other, as if this was a war without the smoke of gunpowder.

"It is said that heaven is the destination that everyone dreams of. To be honest, I haven't even been there yet." Su Ming sighed.

Logically speaking, the final battle should be more exciting and shocking than ever before.

But after the fight actually started, everything seemed so calm.

Even Jehovah's heart had calmed down.

"Heaven? I think it's not as good as the real world. It's just a beautiful fantasy of those people."

Everyone knows that he is the Lord of Heaven, but no one knows.

How lonely he is in heaven.

Heaven had already appeared in the initial stage of the Luck Arena, but it was not complete.

The real heaven is Jehovah’s final confidence. He has been running for his faith, and the final gathering place is the heaven that makes the world daydream.

"But you should know that if we leave heaven, we will also reach the end."

Jehovah was not sure who would win or lose, but he was sure that he had reached his limit.

Just like Allah, when the truth is exhausted, he is finished.

One is the embodiment of truth, the other is the embodiment of faith.

As long as people have thoughts and fantasies, they will have faith.

So Jehovah really doesn’t know what he has to lose.

But as the embodiment of destiny, how could Su Ming lose?

The only thing Jehovah hoped for was that Su Ming would not be able to find his true self.

As long as Jehovah does not mobilize the power of fate, he will win.

"Let's go in and take a look." Su Ming knew that Jehovah wanted to take action.

But there was no way to start.

Because no matter how fierce the battle is, he is unkillable.

Immortality is what Su Ming relies on.

Everyone regarded this battle as the end of the world.

But this "doomsday" is only the end of the mythological era, and it does not mean that these people will die or the world will be destroyed.

Westerners even think: "If we put aside the myths, we are people outside of myths, and no matter who wins or loses between the East and the West, it will not affect us much."

The worst that can happen is that you will become slaves of the Orientals and have no human rights.

But... just be alive.

When Westerners thought of this, they felt much more relaxed, because from now on, even if Jehovah won this battle, it would not change anything, and the West's luck had run out.

"Maybe this is no longer a battle between the East and the West, but a battle between the two of them, fighting for their dignity."

On the ring, Jehovah and Su Ming completed the first round.

In the eyes of everyone, it seemed that Su Ming had won half the game.

After all, God is always considered to be omniscient and omnipotent, but there are also things that he cannot see or wants to ignore.

"You know, I feel very heavy right now, but you..."

"It must be heavier than me."

Jehovah strengthened the power of faith while exercising his holy law.

"Yes." Su Ming admitted. The closer he got to the truth, the more confused he became.

He even felt that even if he defeated Jehovah and the sacred arena ended, it would definitely not be the end.

Especially the subtle and unspeakable connection.

Between me and the so-called destiny, and Pangu, the god of creation...

Jehovah shook his head and said, “I know everything you want to know.”

"So, I need to defeat you, right?" Su Ming smiled.

Jehovah did not respond directly, but instead asked another question.

"If mythology must be unified, how would you prefer it to be unified?"

"Should we break down the barriers between all the gods, coexist peacefully, and let a hundred schools of thought contend, or should we all become one?"

The last four words were pronounced very clearly by Jehovah.

I thought Su Ming would think for a long time before answering, but unexpectedly he spoke directly.

"We are all one family. I think this is what you originally thought."

It is just because the family that returns will not be from the West, and it will not be Jehovah who leads all this.

“I know your answer.” Jehovah said reluctantly.

But he was also very determined in his heart, and a feeling of ruthlessness surged in his mind.

"In this battle, I will go all out and fight until I die."

Jehovah seemed to have had some fantasy shattered and had no choice but to take a risk.

Su Ming probably knew that perhaps his appearance was some kind of signal.

Judging from the current fate of the West, the Western pantheon is likely to disappear in the long river of time.

If Su Ming defeats Jehovah, he will win the game.

That mythology will usher in a great unification, and the Eastern pantheon will be reshuffled.

The West has nothing to do with it.

But this great process requires a powerful person to lead it.

What Su Ming is worried about now is that once he is defeated, nothing will happen to the East with those innate saints around.

But those saints who died in the war in the West may be restored as a result.

"My answer is just one sentence, fight to the death!" Su Ming said in a deep voice.

As faith is reaffirmed once again, the true final battle begins.

Just started.

The terrifying aura formed two skies, the Great Sky Dharma Image, which is always the most shocking way to present divine power.

Two incomparable giant skies, each occupying one side.

The terrifying laws of power engraved on it represent the East and the West respectively.

Suddenly, after class, the Orientals were like, "Su Shen, ah Su Shen..."

You have finally grown to this point.