Max level Divinity: Summon Eastern Gods at the start of the game

At this moment, Monkey King was sobbing uncontrollably, because the golden threads binding him had loosened and could no longer hold him.

The mental realm also shattered.

Of those eighteen flower seeds, seventeen have already been planted.

The meaning behind leaving only an empty shell is self-evident.

"Master!"

The roar exploded everything, instantly annihilating the Kidu pantheon.

I can't hold it in anymore, I really can't hold it in anymore, that little monk who knitted the tiger-skin skirt for me, Old Sun...

really gone.

The Gidu pantheon has been enlightened and has connected with all the heavens and myriad worlds.

At the same moment, a holy sound exploded, followed by a rain of holy blood that could be seen in almost every corner of the world.

"It's raining, blood rain."

It was golden in color, yet it reeked of blood.

Therefore, everyone realized that this rain contained blood.

People were horrified to discover that the Kidu pantheon had long since been reduced to ruins.

Those little angels who clung to life were also completely reduced to ashes in this bloody rain. Was this a form of burial?

The vast Kidu pantheon vanished into the horizon.

Not even a single deity will be spared?

The Central Heaven Domain originally housed three illusory figures, but now only Monkey King remains.

It was too sudden; believers were unwilling to believe that Jesus had been killed without any resistance.

"The golden flower of the Great Dao, nourished by the karma of Journey to the West, devoured Jesus..."

In a daze, everyone realized that Dongfang had always kept a backup plan.

Bodhi knew, Tathagata knew, and Jin Chanzi knew as well.

Only Monkey King doesn't know...

People began to speculate whether the blood rain was for Jesus or for Jin Chanzi.

still is……

The Monkey King triggered the heavenly weeping.

"By transforming oneself into a seed and planting it, one can become a saint, right?"

The people had no time to grieve; they stared intently at the golden flower on the main road.

Perhaps the opportunity to become a saint has arrived; it remains to be seen how Monkey King will choose to pursue it.

On the Western side, Christian believers are found in almost every Western country, and Jesus died more than once.

Nailed to the cross, punched back to the Holy Infant.

But now there is neither the cross nor the reincarnated infant Jesus.

All signs indicate that Jesus Christ has truly...

"We must not let the monkeys get away with this!"

“Those sixteen seeds, irrigated with holy blood and mixed with fragments of holy gems, belong to us, the Gidu. We must take them back no matter what.”

Dragon Kingdom people: "Do you think you still have the foundation to establish your religion?"

With the entire pantheon gone, how can we possibly reclaim the relics of the saints?

However, the followers of the Kittul believe that the one true God still exists.

Unfortunately, despite asking God countless times, God never responded.

Left with no other choice, they had to swallow their pride and beg Isilan for help.

The one true God, Almighty, will naturally hear these voices.

Yet they remained unmoved.

Even their master Jehovah doesn't care, so why should he care?

Heartache!

Jehovah was now filled with nothing but heartache and had no way to vent his anger. The only thing that brought him a little comfort was that Jesus had passed away peacefully.

It was only for a moment, otherwise Jehovah was afraid he wouldn't be able to hold back.

"There's no way around it. As long as that phantom remains, all the sages of the heavens will be restrained, and no one will be able to do anything."

Should we welcome him back, or launch a campaign of righteous vengeance against him?

On this issue, all the saints have their own ulterior motives.

That's all good, but it was only after that dream that they understood.

Even the will of a sage cannot be absolute; even at this point, there are still those above him who are holding him back.

"Enough, enough. Even if a monkey manages to attain sainthood, it's still far from being as good as us, cough cough..."

That rain of blood was not for anyone in particular, but was the work of Jehovah.

Jesus' defeat was a foregone conclusion, and Jehovah did not want the pantheon he had created to be used as a foil for someone else.

Therefore, they only abandoned Jesus, taking away all the others from the divine order.

Allah speaks to Jehovah from afar, whether it's a veiled sarcasm or a sigh: "You've taken away the pantheon, so Western faith is left to be upheld by me alone."

In fact, Jehovah's approach was relatively conservative; one Jesus was enough to elevate that monkey to sainthood.

If he were to devour the entire pantheon, that would be...

Jehovah, exasperated, asked in return, "Didn't you notice?"

"Fate cannot be defied. Since the origin of all worlds has chosen to revolve around the East, then anything we in the West do is wrong, and the final outcome will only be destruction. You'd better think carefully about what you're doing."

This is not the first time. From ancient Egypt, India, to Kyrgyzstan, who will be next?

Upon hearing this, Anla appeared quite composed, "Hahaha."

"To be honest, after all this time, I really don't know what we can still be afraid of."

Is it death? That's something even ants worry about.

Reaching the level of a saint, perhaps death is a luxury.

The more this happened, the more strange Jehovah's expression became.

"Well, you envy my Jesus? I can help you."

If Allah wishes to die, Jehovah can certainly inherit his pantheon.

But just as they were chatting, a sign of good fortune descended and struck these saints, causing them to feel terrified.

"So fast?"

What was bound to happen has finally happened, and the sages of the East are rushing about in a flurry.

They won't go to any of the Western countries.

This time too, Jehovah will flee into another void.

However, they were deceived by Daoji, and the void transformed, revealing itself to be the entrance to the Sacred Abyss.

Jehovah could certainly change course, but after thinking it over, he sighed. After all, the other party had given the saint enough face by inviting him over, and it would be impolite for him to keep making excuses.

Anla was also helpless, thinking to herself, "Didn't we already go there once?"

Why go through all this again and again for something that has no basis?

"Let's go, let's go, that monkey, if he's lucky enough to become a saint."

"He can't stay either..."

After saying this, Jehovah glanced at Sun Wukong.

He gave a meaningful smile.

It's as if it's saying: I'm waiting for you in a higher place.

……

"Ahhh, the gears of fate have finally turned to this point."

Anticipation, longing, excitement...

Since the start of the Mythical Arena, Monkey King has created countless legends.

His image has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Along the way, countless people in the Dragon Kingdom have hoped that Brother Monkey would become a saint, and now, it seems that only one step is left.

"Su Shen is still fighting, it's a pity I couldn't witness this scene."

Over there, Su Ming had already killed the Fourth Guardian Sun, Shahriwal.

As he was about to ascend to the third heaven, facing the God of Purity, one of Ahura's right-hand men, he was shaken to his core.

“Brother Monkey,” Su Ming murmured, “what exactly are you going through?”

From the echoes of decay to the blossoming of life.

In just a few minutes, Su Ming worried no less than a hundred times.

The crisis was over, but an unimaginable moment followed.

This kind of feeling can only be experienced by our ancestors.

"Could it be...?"

I still remember that when our ancestors buried the saint Tiamat, he became a true saint in that instant.

"Never mind, I have to go check it out," Su Ming made up his mind.

Abandoning the remaining three heavens, he cleaved through the abyss with a single stroke...