National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

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Shen Jia'an watched helplessly as Su Mo Huihui was swept away by the unreasonable divine light of the three ancestors and disappeared in front of him. He felt as if the pause button was pressed and he was stunned for two seconds.

"pat-"

The half-opened Golden Monkey chocolate in his hand fell onto the cloud condensed by the power of pure faith, and he suddenly came to his senses. He rushed to the four Outer Gods who were obviously in a bad state.

This time he reached out without hesitation and accurately grabbed the iconic golden pig that was anxiously digging the clouds with its hooves next to Frey, the God of Peace!

There was no particular reason, but in Shen Jiaan's opinion, the pig's eyes seemed to be a little more sober than its owner who was about to "die of drunkenness"?

He was so anxious that his voice cracked: "What's going on?! Where did the three ancestors take Su Mohui?! Speak!"

The golden pig, whose mane was being pulled, felt pain and groaned, "Awoo—" before exhaling a few hot breaths with the fresh aroma of grass and trees. Its round eyes stared at Shen Jiaan for two seconds with a hint of helplessness and grievance, then resignedly continued to dig at its cloud—

But no one noticed that its hooves suddenly raised a cloud of glittering particles.

And its master, Frey, the god of peace, was trying hard to open his eyes, which were usually full of compassion but were now as cloudy as if covered with thick frosted glass.

He still had a very incongruous and silly "peaceful" smile on his face, the kind that came from absorbing too much foreign luck. He tried to comfort Shen Jiaan, but his voice was as sweet and sticky as overcooked malt sugar:

"Child... don't worry... don't worry... burp..." An untimely burp filled with the energy of faith interrupted him. He struggled to continue, "The ancestor... with great love... took her to... witness... burp! Witness the return of the two lost lambs..."

Frey raised his trembling, lead-filled fingers and pointed at the rapidly fading sky above him, exuding a strange gray gloom. "Beyond... beyond the lightlessness and order... dust... hiccups!... where the dust gathers... the gray layer..."

"Gray layer?!" Shen Jiaan's brain exploded with a buzzing sound, and his scalp instantly went numb!

Even Xuanyuan Shaoze was scared by the mention of that damn place! Thinking of this, he unconsciously increased the strength of his hand grabbing the pig's hair by another three points. The golden pig howled in pain, "Ah-ah-ah!" and kicked its four hooves wildly!

"Lighter...lighter! Peace! We need peace!" Frey finally came back to his senses after hearing the pig's howl. He was so distressed that he tried to pry Shen Jiaan's hands away, but his movements were so soft and drunken that he couldn't even break up a cloud.

"The three...ancient venerables...personally...hiccup! Protect...you are safe! Than...much safer...than following you..." The second half of the sentence...is probably what Frey accidentally revealed after absorbing the power and getting high?

Shen Jia'an didn't bother to think about this piercing "safety theory" and glanced to the side. The state of Apollo, the God of Light... was a disaster scene—

He held the dazzling golden harp tightly in his arms, and his slender white fingers were scratching the strings frantically as if he was having a seizure, making a discordant and sharp noise!

He was also singing the "Ode to Light" out of tune and into outer space. The two kinds of noise intertwined together to form a symphony of spiritual pollution!

The unstable golden light emanating from his body flickered and jumped wildly along with the catastrophic tone, making him look like a universe-class, super-wattage faulty light bulb with extremely poor signal!

The God of Creation, Itzamna, was a little more "gentle". At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, and his expression was solemn as if he was comprehending the ultimate mystery of the universe.

But the strange thing was that his hands were unconsciously gesturing in the air at high speed, leaving afterimages as his ten fingers flew, and he was muttering to himself.

Shen Jia'an listened intently, hearing nothing but fragmented fragments of creation laws and spatial coordinate parameters... This God of Creation... was actually writing code in a sleepwalking state?!

What was he going to do? Try to recompile this exploding world?!

And sitting in the center of the clouds, the God Yahweh, who should have been the most majestic and omniscient, was also the most bizarre at this moment!

His eyes, which contained infinite wisdom and power, were now extremely empty, staring blankly ahead.

There, the shadow of Wu Zetian's magnificent palace silently crumbled, faded, and dissipated. His lips moved slightly, as if... silently reciting the sacred text of creation?

However, the aura surrounding this God is no longer the majesty of omniscience and omnipotence, but a kind of...ultimate confusion after the complete information overload and the core program crash!

Just like His vast universe-level database, it was stuffed with alien belief information flow that far exceeded the system's carrying limit, causing the entire core processor to blue screen and crash!

Count on these "crash gods"? No hope!

Shen Jiaan irritably grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing himself to shake off the few strands of hair he had pulled out, and then calmed down.

Gray Layer... With the ancestors protecting her, Su Mohui should be fine for now. That drunkard Frey's nonsense basically confirmed that she was dragged along to "watch" Xuanyuan Shaoze and Zhan Qing's situation... One disappeared by playing "upgrading" and the other simply "jumped out of the jar"...

But this self-comfort has not yet taken root——

“Crack—bang!!!”

There was a teeth-grinding cracking sound, followed by a dull thud exploding from under his feet!

Shen Jiaan looked down and his pupils suddenly shrank!

With the location where the three ancestors' palaces disappeared as the center, a hideous black crack suddenly tore through the clouds! This crack seemed to carry black lightning with life and malice, spreading in all directions at a terrifying speed!

Wherever the cracks passed, the magnificent buildings, exotic flowers and plants that were embodied by the power of national destiny seemed to be doused with a strong discoloring agent. The colors were instantly peeled off, and the structures quickly blurred and disintegrated into flying, lusterless dust of faith!

Little Xinhua had just come down from the Jiuxiao Palace after dealing with the commotion on the other side when he was shocked by the scene before him. His face turned pale. "What the hell is going on?"

"Who knows!" Shen Jia'an felt like his scalp was about to explode. "The three ancestors took Su Mohui away, and then these Outer Gods acted like they had drunk a ton of fake wine. Now even your world is about to collapse?!"

"I don't know either!" Shen Jia'an's scalp was completely blown. "After the three ancestors took Su Mohui away, these Outer Gods seemed to be drunk. Now even your Xinhua Realm..."

"No!" As the Heavenly Dao of the Xinhua Realm, Xiao Xinhua could naturally sense the problems in this world. "The ancestors... left? But... I can still feel their causal connection?!"

He looked at the four Outer Gods, his eyelids twitching violently, and instantly understood: "The power of faith and the power of national destiny are too strong... That's why they are like they have drunk too much! They are overloaded!"

But strangely, the main laws of the entire Xinhua Realm have not collapsed. The real problem lies in this special "immortal world" itself, which relies on the construction of the national destiny gods.