Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Su Ming looked so handsome in this scene, it's a pity there are no Chinese audiences.

Since the projection skylight was cut off, the lives of the residents of Blue Star have returned to normal, and they can eat and drink as usual.

“Three wonderful days.”

No one knows what will happen when the sacred arena opens in three days.

"I miss the past so much, but it's a pity that nothing can go back."

Even during these three days, people's lives could not be truly dull because of the existence of the new gods and the awakened ones.

"I really wish there was a supreme god who could make rules based on his own will, and all other gods would have to obey. In that case..."

"I will pray to him with the utmost piety, hoping that time will go back to before the mythical arena arrived."

After experiencing too much turmoil, human minds have been tense for too long.

I started to miss the past.

"I don't know what happened to Su Shen, and there is also the unknown divine realm."

Night falls, just like before, with one difference.

There was a deep and dead silence.

In the new temple, Meng Qingyao, Ye Tian and others were discussing important matters.

"We still can't contact Su Shen. The only thing we can do is to protect this land and our people." Ye Tian slammed the table with a firm look.

The new gods were still too weak after all, but they were not afraid.

Once you have the identity of God, you will shoulder certain responsibilities.

Even if all the old gods are gone, they will follow and take their place.

Meng Qingyao's beautiful eyes conveyed emotion and she nodded slightly. China would not tolerate any mistakes.

But no matter what, Su Ming was too far away from them.

Chen Qiye stared into the deep space. He originally thought that with the birth of new gods, there would be an era belonging to them, but it did not.

"This era has always belonged to him alone."

.........

Su Ming held the "treasure" in his hand tightly, fearing that he would lose it.

"You want to die? I'm surprised you have the guts to do that."

"I still want to advise you that you cannot control the origin of the boundary force."

"Just give it to me."

Su Ming tried his best to persuade her, and did not hide his true purpose.

If Zanielcha cooperates, everything will be much easier.

Zanielcha regained some consciousness and yelled, "Despicable!"

It would be fine if he failed in the fight for the throne and let someone else take away the source of world power.

But Su Ming is an outer god, if he hands over the source of world power.

What’s the difference between this and selling out your country for personal gain?

I never expected that Orientals, who have always advocated peaceful coexistence, would also have the tendency to invade other countries' pantheons.

I misjudged you!

Facing these voices, Su Ming didn't care at all: "Hahaha, that's right, you have no say in this matter."

The origin of world power gave birth to spiritual intelligence, self-awareness, and coexisted with the gods.

The result of outsiders' plundering is self-destruction.

Su Ming couldn't hide anymore.

but…!

Yang Jian could. The condition that Rhodes gave to Yang Jian to reshape his godhood was to let Yang Jian join the Slavic pantheon.

Maybe he had expected this point today, but he just didn't expect it.

This day will come so quickly.

Then Su Ming's eyes darkened and he sighed slightly: "Brother Jian, it's up to you to decide what to do."

Su Ming had a hunch that Rhodes would represent the West in the Sacred Arena.

Perhaps in their view, the inevitable war is more like a formality, with no hatred at all.

Abyss dungeon!

Su Ming couldn't bear to see Brother Jian suffer in the dark.

"Fillings, let me do it."

The so-called God-Slaying Mark was as useless as paper in his eyes.

Su Ming just roared and shattered the dungeon into pieces.

"Brother Jian, I'm here to pick you up."

The abyss retreated, and there was apparently endless darkness and boundless silence, but deep at the end, there was a bright light.

Su Ming knew what it was at a glance, the Precious Lotus Lantern?

That's not right. At that time in the mythological arena, Nuwa took away Chenxiang and the Precious Lotus Lantern at the same time. Now this is...

Su Ming immediately understood that it was Nuwa who took action.

Seeing someone coming, the sleeping Yang Jian instantly opened his magical eyes.

"Su Ming? Is that you?"

That heroic robe was now in tatters, just like Yang Jian's disheveled hair, looking extremely shabby.

He used to wear a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light goose yellow collar, but he had never been so unkempt.

"Brother Jian, I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay." Su Ming turned around.

Although there was no trace of spirit in Yang Jian, his blood and energy were almost gone.

But as long as his life is safe, it’s all good for Su Ming.

"Ahem... Of course that's great. Enlightenment in a desperate situation, I think there is nothing better than this," Yang Jian laughed.

If it wasn't Su Ming who came, he wouldn't even be able to force out a smile.

Su Ming nodded: "Yes, the more you experience, the more insights you will have. On this point, you and I don't need to be pretentious."

There are countless people suffering in this world, it is good to suffer a little more.

As long as you're alive.

On the other hand, Su Ming himself had suffered enough. If it weren't for that little bit of luck, he would have died eight hundred times already.

Afterwards, Yang Jian looked at the Zanielcha in Su Ming's hand.

"Alas, this bad guy finally did it." Yang Jian sighed.

The word "bad guy" is put in quotation marks, after all, it's not a thing called plunder.

It's never a good thing.

But, it’s not necessarily all bad.

It’s like there’s a saying in the human world that when people are extremely hungry, anything they do to fill their stomachs can be forgiven.

Su Ming still nodded: "It's done."

"What about Rhodes? How are you going to explain it to him?" Yang Jian asked.

"Why explain? Who made me have a better relationship with Brother Jian?"

Yang Jian was stunned at first by this explanation, and then he burst into laughter.

"Okay, that's right. Since you said so, then I, Yang Jian, will..."

"It would be disrespectful to refuse!"

Yang Jian dragged his broken body to his feet and slowly walked towards Su Ming.

To be precise, it is moving towards the source of the power of the Slavic pantheon.

His journey was truly difficult, as his godhood was shattered three times, although he was able to rebuild it after it was shattered.

But it also made him understand a truth: a godhead that is too weak can easily break.

If you can go one step further and condense the holy nature, it will be different.

Filins hesitated to speak. No matter what, he was the native Slavic god and the most loyal subject.

He watched helplessly as the other party devoured the source of power of the Slavic pantheon.

Whose surname should the Slavic people take from then on?

Yang Jian glanced at Filins and said, "I was forced by the Pantheon to abolish my godhood. You saw it with your own eyes and tried to stop it."

"But you also know that I did it willingly and have no complaints."

Ferrins' eyes darkened. "What a willing person! Is it just to prepare for the condensation of Sainthood now?"

Without destruction, there is no construction.

Filins pointed it out directly, causing the gods to shudder and stare in anger.

"I didn't expect that I respected him as a man at that time, but it turned out that he had evil intentions."