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

That was the only token he could possibly use to resurrect his ancestor.

"Go do what you need to do first, I'll clean up here."

After Confucius finished speaking, Yan Hui, the revered sage, also came over from the side.

“Young brother, the Confucian school is known for its tranquility. It is already an act of great benevolence and righteousness for them to take over this struggle as an exception. Please do not put the Master in a difficult position,” Yan Hui said calmly.

Su Ming then realized his rudeness and quickly apologized.

Looking up, he saw a holy light shining down on Yan Hui's head. It was right in front of him, yet it seemed unattainable.

“Mr. Fusheng, you…”

Yan Hui smiled without saying a word, pointed in a direction, and then saw Su Ming off.

When it reappeared, it was already in the deepest part of the Bosi pantheon.

A vast and incomparable source of primordial energy surged forth beneath their feet.

This was the first time Su Ming had experienced it up close; this was the source that fed countless gods in a pantheon.

Everything in this world, whether it be laws or order.

They all originated from here.

The more shocked Su Ming was, the more he doubted whether Ahura would really be willing to give these things away for nothing.

Just then, a voice rang in Su Ming's ear.

"You... feel like a stranger to me. The only familiar thing is that your hands are stained with too much of the blood of the gods."

You killed the benevolent gods, the malevolent gods, and even the progenitor of humankind?

The spirit of the origin of the realm's power stared at the young man in astonishment.

Fortunately, none of the divine blood belonged to Ahura.

"Many covet me beyond the heavens, but Ahura is not dead, so I belong only to him."

The spirit of the realm said coldly, unable to sense Ahura's presence.

If Ahura were here, he would never allow outsiders to come here.

It was clearly this person who had sent Ahura away.

Su Ming was surprised; it's not uncommon for magical artifacts to have spirits.

Therefore, the spirit of the origin of the boundary force should be the will of the gods.

Su Ming was unwilling to say more, pointing his sword at the Black Abyss: "Submit or perish."

"choose one."

The other person was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "I won't choose, I just want to ask you one question."

"You...killed Ima?"

Although Ahura's family is the dominant force in the Bossi pantheon, if another one must be chosen, the most likely candidate to become a saint is the progenitor of humankind.

On several occasions, the source of the boundary force even wanted to support Ima.

Unfortunately, Ahura kept him in check, so he gave up the idea.

Su Ming pondered that since Ima had only briefly attained sainthood, he couldn't kill her at all.

But after thinking about it, he nodded: "I killed him."

"I believe you."

The spirit of the realm gave up resistance and opened the gates of the Abyss, causing heavenly sounds to rise everywhere.

All practitioners in this world are striving for resources.

But those who get here don't need to take things one by one.

Because the origin of the boundary force represents everything in this world.

"Invaders, prepare to bear the weight of a pantheon's billions of years of accumulated power!"

An incredibly terrifying power converged into a galaxy, and before Su Ming could even react, he was suddenly struck by a profound enlightenment...

"What are you trying to guard against? I actually know where you come from."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying these words, the spirit of the world sacrificed everything in this world.

They even sacrificed themselves.

This scene is not open to the public; those below cannot see it.

No one knows where Su Ming went at this crucial moment.

All we know is that the holographic projection in the Confucian world has never been turned off.

"It's not closed, so there's still hope."

"It's not over yet. I have a strong feeling that there will be a twist."

As a qualified spectator, it is essential to be able to accurately predict the direction of the plot.

"So here's the question: what if there's a reversal?"

"Is it that Fusu didn't die, or Huhai didn't die, or Imam didn't die?"

"Or perhaps they didn't die at all."

Imma's brief ascension to sainthood and all his desperate actions could not have ended there; he must still be alive.

"When the time for experiencing sainthood comes, it's just a decline in realm."

Little Yilang was still struggling, staring intently at the temples.

“The divine breath is still there, and our high priest can still communicate with the pantheon, which means that Lady Ima is not dead.”

But for some reason, that aura subtly changed.

Poor little Yilang didn't know that their pantheon still existed, but it was just changing hands.