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

The heavenly sounds rolled on, transforming into sacred runes, and only then did people realize the truth.

This is sacred sound; a sage's word is followed by countless laws.

"They did nothing, just a voice was enough to intercept Su Shen."

The onlookers gasped in astonishment; Imma had truly become a saint.

But the more this is the case, the less valuable saints seem.

"You can't say that. The hierarchy of sages is clearly defined, and there is still a big difference between those who came later and those who were born with the innate qualities."

"Cultivation level has always been ambiguous, so practical combat is the primary means of understanding it."

But it is clear that Western sages cannot compare to Eastern sages.

"Su Shen is in grave danger!"

At this critical juncture, to attain sainthood is tantamount to forcing Su Ming to his death.

Think about the battle with the Monkey King; it was so tragic, yet no saint came to his aid.

Therefore, this time, no one had any hope for the sage.

"Damn it, your Dao heart is damaged, how can you become a saint?"

Despite his inner turmoil, Su Ming frantically searched for Imma's weakness.

From any perspective, Imma was a saint.

Even if your Dao Heart remains intact, five points are enough to fill it up in one go?

"Don't pretend, take this punch!" Su Ming's eyes flashed.

He unleashed the Great Dao Divine Fist, attempting to shatter this illusory holy image.

However, the holy power descended with just a flick of a finger.

It shattered Su Ming's fist, and the shock spread to his entire arm.

Imma sneered, thoroughly enjoying the holy aura emanating from him.

Is this the power of a sage?

After the initial amazement, a touch of sadness appeared in her eyes.

It's a pity, we couldn't keep it.

"But you, without even a physical body, destroyed my entire pantheon with just a shadow. You are truly remarkable."

His disdain was tinged with approval; this person truly deserves to be called the chosen one.

Without flesh and blood, it was the sleeves of the black robe that were shattered.

Countless Chinese people were shocked and heartbroken by what they saw.

"The parts covered by the black robe can grow flesh and blood; now that the sleeve is torn, the hand is torn too..."

The rest of Su Ming's body remained solid flesh and blood, while his left hand became a shadow.

But it is not important.

The important thing is that the black robe left to him by his ancestors is broken.

A surge of terror and rage rose within him. Facing strangers, anger was his only chance, and he relentlessly pushed his inner potential to its limits.

Ima, on the other hand, became interested in the black robe.

"The clothes you're wearing have a story behind them; I'd like to see them."

Before Su Ming could respond, the saint's imposing aura struck again.

The void was like the grasp of a sage, making it impossible for Su Ming to break free.

The oppressive feeling from my memory returned, making it hard to breathe.

A saint?

It's not that we haven't fought before; back when we fought Apsu, we were still a force to be reckoned with.

Now, with the power of ten thousand immortals bestowed upon him, he is even more capable of fighting against a sage.

But now, Su Ming suddenly understood something.

Apsu didn't use his full strength, but Imma did.

"You only have this one highlight moment."

Su Ming struggled to maintain his immortal power, desperately protecting the black robe on his body.

But this was met with a cold laugh from Ima: "That's right, I can't hold out for long, but I can kill you."

"More than enough!"

This child is terrifying; he's probably invincible below the level of a saint.

That sword really killed him, especially since his Dao heart was damaged, making it impossible for him to become a saint in this lifetime.

On the verge of death, he broke through the conventional path and, with all his might, managed to add the final five points.

Su Ming also realized that he had used his entire life's energy to create a moment of sainthood.

Even though it's only for a moment, not everyone can do it.

In a sense, Imma can be considered a saint.

How much time do you have left?

Su Ming couldn't figure it out, and was too lazy to guess, so he just asked directly.

Imma paused, her hand still clenched. "What, you think you still have a chance?"

"No matter how long I can stay, I won't give you time."

"How long?" Su Ming insisted.

"A quarter of an hour is long enough, isn't it? After I've dealt with you, I can rebuild the pantheon and restore everything that should have been created."

Ahura was an incompetent creator who simply packed his bags and left.

Perfect timing! Ima can finally be the true ruler of all things.

Su Ming's lips twitched, as if he could collapse at any moment, but he forced himself to say, "A quarter of an hour, I can hold on."

If he can hold out against Imma for even a quarter of an hour, he will win.

Will Imah, who still wants to be the one true God, be given a chance?