After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

In this vast star field.

When the platinum sun rises and shines upon the world nearby, it never sets again.

Thus, the creatures of this star system witnessed a wondrous sight that had been unseen for countless years.

When the radiance of the vast and magnificent platinum sun is reflected in every world, its brilliance manifests and its image floats in the sky, just as a vast and glorious sun hangs in the heavens, radiating boundless light and heat.

This phenomenon was recorded by the inhabitants of these worlds, passed down through the ages, and became a myth in the distant future.

The platinum sun hung in the sky for seven days, hence it was also known as the "Seven-Day Holy Sun".

In this star field, the phenomenon that originally existed, due to its location on the edge of the star realm, had low levels of extraordinary elements and a scarcity of extraordinary powerhouses, has been changed.

As this platinum sun rises, its endless platinum radiance draws in extraordinary energy from the entire star realm, bringing this star region to a state of "extraordinary rise."

It is easy to imagine that the future of this star system will be even brighter.

Because it is a supernatural element brought by platinum radiance, it is mostly positive supernatural energy.

Therefore, in these worlds, there will be more divine beings among the future extraordinary beings.

The Divine System, on the other hand, is a transcendental system created and led by angels after the rise of Heavenly Mountain.

The vast and distant space.

As endless black ravens scattered into the surrounding endless world.

Black crows fly into forests and plains, or soar into the sky and among the stars, or fly into swamps, or cross rivers and seas.

They stayed wherever intelligent beings existed.

first day.

These black crows are scattered in every corner of countless worlds.

the next day.

Their gazes connect, forming a vast network that covers the world.

Day three.

They caw loudly, their endless cawing transforming into sound waves that reverberate across countless worlds, examining the seas and rivers.

Fourth day.

They picked up pebbles one by one and threw them into the earth, listening to the sounds beneath.

Day .

They flapped their wings, stirring up wave after wave of storms that swept across the world...

Day .

They transformed from black ravens into sheets of black paper, floating before certain creatures, observing their relationships.

Seventh day.

The desolate world of Snownsky.

The Starkla tribe, located on the edge of forests and grasslands.

Inside a tent with a wild, untamed style.

A young man in a black robe and wearing monocle sat facing a tribal warrior dressed in animal skins.

The young man in the black robe and wearing monocle smiled slightly.

“Dardnoa, it took me seven days to finally find you.”

"Hmph, Karsisus, you are a great and noble Star Saint, yet you are willing to kneel before the throne of a newcomer who is tens of thousands of years old."

The young man dressed as a tribal warrior snorted coldly, his face full of disdain and anger.

"If you hadn't deserted in the face of battle, the seven of us Star Saints working together might not have been unable to defeat Yuriel."

Raven Star Saint shook his head upon hearing this.

“We can’t win, Dadnoa. Even if the seven of us join forces, we cannot defeat His Majesty Uriel.”

"He is like a rising sun, and no one can stop him as he ascends!"

"Hmph, how will you know if you don't try?"

Even the fallen star saint was still unconvinced.

Raven Star Saint shook his head again.

"I originally wanted to join forces with you, but your performance has been extremely disappointing."

“At that time, Yuriel had already come to our door, and you were still arguing about how to fight.”

"How could they possibly win in this state?"

At this point, His tone was ambiguous, neither one of disappointment nor relief.

"This is your own choice, so you must bear the consequences."

Upon hearing this, the Star Saint of Destruction fell silent for a moment.

Without the Star Saint of Time, these Star Saints would indeed find it impossible to convince others of their ideas.

“But you shouldn’t betray us either, Karsisos.”

"Since you guys are unreliable, I have to make the choice that is most beneficial to me."

Saint Chalcis of Ravenstar interrupted the conversation.

"Let's not talk about this anymore, things have come to this."

"Dardnoa, you now have two choices."

"First, kneel down before me before I go to Uriel's Platinum Throne. Uriel should not kill you, and may even preserve your Star Saint rank."

"Secondly, if you put up a stubborn resistance, the fate of the Emerald Star Saint and the Thorn Star Saint will be yours."

Hear the words.

Saint Dadenoa of the Fallen Star calmed down and suddenly looked at the young man in black robes.

“Karcsis, don’t forget that Uriel is going to gather all three thousand rules of the astral plane. Without the support of the rules, you will inevitably fall from the Star Saint realm.”

"You actually ate the big pie that Yuriel gave you?"

"Whether this is a pie or not, I know perfectly well enough; you don't need to remind me."

Raven Star Saint did not elaborate on the reasons behind this.

The Star Saint of Destruction wasn't familiar with him, so there was no need to explain things so clearly.

The concept of a supreme realm is impossible to describe.

However, in his opinion, if he could persuade this Star Saint to surrender, perhaps Yuriel would be even happier.

But Dadenoa was clearly still somewhat unwilling to give up.

He didn't want to surrender, otherwise he would have surrendered long ago.

He pleaded.

“Karcsis, I actually have a choice. You can pretend you didn’t see me.”

"No, I can't do that. You only have these two choices. You have no other choice."

Raven Star Saint shook his head decisively.

What are you talking about? You're my pledge of allegiance!

Upon hearing this, the Star Saint of Destruction remained silent for a long time.

A struggle flashed in his eyes, and he finally let out a long sigh.

"Enough, enough. I've lived for so long, and I've been at the Star Saint realm for a long time. The Quasi-Supreme realm is still a long way off, and I can't see any hope at all."

"I've had enough of living."

His gaze gradually shifted from sorrow to determination.

“Carthysos, go and tell Uriel.”

He took a deep breath, stood up, and his animal skin clothing fell off, transforming him from a tribal warrior into a dignified middle-aged man draped in a robe of stars.

"I will have my final battle with him in deep space."

"This is my last shred of dignity."

Raven Star Saint gave him a deep look, but still didn't say anything about the connection between "Supreme" and "Quasi-Supreme".

He nodded.

“Alright, Dadnoa, since you’ve made your decision, then I’ll go.”

"Go."

.......

Countless years later.

Snownrange World.

A scholar opened an ancient sheepskin scroll.

Mythological records from ancient times.

Seven holy days later, countless stars fell.