Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"I don't know why, but I feel so lonely. Everything is over."

The mythical arena has arrived, and gods from various countries have come one after another. China has no gods...

At this point, the Western Sky collapsed and not a single god was left.

No one cares about the so-called "balance", they just know that this moment is peaceful for everyone.

"Do you want to continue?"

Pangu was alone, facing all the saints and gods in the thirty-six heavens in the East.

"Come on." Pangu waved his hand and brought everything in.

Yuanshi Tianzun and others fixed their eyes and then crashed into the black hole.

Nuwa cares about the world and knows that the future of the heavens lies there.

So without even thinking about it, he jumped in right after the Three Pure Ones: "I only wish that all the gods will enjoy peace for eternity."

"I guess my old bones rarely move. I'm leaving now."

Patriarch Bodhi waved his whisk and left something for the Great Sage.

So I jumped in too.

Emperor Shennong, Emperor Xuanyuan, Dou Mu Yuanjun, Zhen Yuan Daxian...

Those who carry the halo of the holy way step into that barbaric land without any hesitation.

Even the Jade Emperor, who had caught countless fish, could not sit still at this moment. He carried 130 million calamity lights and fell into the black hole, causing quite a bit of turmoil.

"You little brat, God is watching you."

The people of Blue Star watched as the saints fell into the unknown land one by one.

I also felt confused.

"Is this battle really going to end to the death? And...if the great god Pangu loses, then the god Su..."

Since the advent of the myth, Su Ming has always been regarded as a guardian god.

Now that they are leaving in a hurry, the people of Long would even rather it was not Pangu who came back.

It was Su Ming.

What happens in the foreign land is unknown to anyone.

"We can't see a fight without a ring to host it."

I can only mourn in my heart and hope all this will come to an end soon.

As night falls, people's eyes are still fixed on that "dot".

Because the heavens are filled with the wonderful Dharma of the Holy Path, time seems to have stagnated. It seems like thousands of years have passed, but looking back, nothing has changed.

"How long has it been? It should be a long time, right? Nothing has changed."

The promised great turmoil did not come, and the world was deathly quiet.

The scary thing is that everyone is used to the shadow of "God", but they find out.

"God" seemed to have been emptied in an instant, leaving no trace.

"We...will also be wiped out silently, right?"

Even if it is death, at this point, people no longer feel fear.

Just like Pangu said, they are also waiting and want an answer.

The night was deathly silent.

very long.

There will be no more day.

They began to fantasize about what it would be like if there were no more gods in this world.

What will happen?

How nice would that be?

"I think there's no need to wait. What's gone is gone forever."

Someone cried out: "Perhaps a new era has arrived, and the myths will be written by us, the new gods."

Maybe... this is the answer that God Pangu wants.

Because for a long time, the world was godless.

Although the world is in chaos, it will not be destroyed at any time.

Just when everyone was preparing to start a new era and a new life...

That dusty "spot" finally showed signs of loosening.

People's attention was focused again.

"Has the winner been decided? Did Pangu the Great God win, or..."

To them, it doesn't matter who wins.

They just want the world to be stable from now on.

at last!

A crack appeared in the opportunity of heaven, and a ray of light shone out from it.

Then a slender figure slowly appeared in front of everyone.

For a moment, countless people felt a shock in their hearts and a stinging pain in the corners of their eyes.

Thinking of that figure again, I couldn't help but shed tears.

Is...is it him?

If someone must walk out of this crack.

They just hope it's that one person.

Even the Westerners who were already attracted to him could not help but place their affection on him.

really!

When the face was perfectly outlined, it was a familiar face.

Who else but him.

Su Ming bathed in the most sacred light, and the rhythm of the Tao lingered on his body.

It seems that every breath and every movement is connected to the myriad worlds.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the night that he had endured for countless years also became bright.

"It's really him! Su Shen!"

"He's back."

What people see is no longer a person, but a signal.

A signal that can make the heaven and earth function in an orderly manner and all things thrive.

Under the expectant gazes of countless people, Su Ming finally spoke.

"it's all over."

I've heard it end countless times, but this time, it's really over.

Everyone was curious about what happened in there.

Because since Su Ming came out, there has been no one else.

All I know is that there is a faint mark on Su Ming's forehead.

Powerful, it seems that it is no longer enough to describe his current state.

Su Ming walked from the sky to the underground, and then from outside the domain to the Blue Star.

The next second, he spoke again: "It's over."

"It's too monotonous."

Then the palm sketched back and forth, unexpectedly.

The overturned "sky" in the West was actually rebuilt again.

At the same time, the breath of "God" also filled the entire West.

The myth is back.

One after another, the pantheons fell, and those that had once disappeared were all restored.

And the gods who died in battle.

Hades, the god of the underworld, Thor, the god of thunder, Brahma, the three-phase god...

And Su Ming’s former enemy, the sea god, Poseidon.

"Sure enough, you did it. Being able to kill you once is enough for me to brag about for countless lifetimes." Poseidon laughed.

Su Ming smiled and responded: "But there are not countless lifetimes."

"Cherish this life."

All the gods who died in the Western war were resurrected, except for the saints.

Meanwhile, in the east, Yang Jian appeared from nowhere and said with a smile, "Su Ming, thank you for not keeping me waiting too long."

"In fact, this moment should have come a long time ago." Su Ming smiled gently.

As he said, everything is over, and what is ending is the old era.

A new era is coming, and he enlightens all the gods who died in the war in the East and the West.

People discovered that none of those saints came out.

Was he dead or hiding? If it was the former, then why was Su Ming the only one left in the end?

Only Su Ming knew the answer, which was just as everyone thought.

Only one person could survive between Pangu and him, but the world misunderstood Pangu, thinking that in order to stay alive, he harmed the entire West and triggered the war of gods.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if the gods below die, they can be resurrected at will.

What he really wanted to take away were all the saints in the heavens and myriad worlds.

Only when the saints are gone can all the heavens and worlds be integrated.

The myth will also be rewritten.

"Okay, I declare that the myth barrier has been broken. From now on, there will no longer be the heavens, and there will no longer be the myriad worlds."

"There is only a new world, a new era, a new ..."

"myth!"