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

Until Athena's feet, another twelve-pointed star array appeared.

The only difference is that this star array is blood red.

Zoe continued, "The contract between gods and guardians can be mutually fulfilling. When a guardian offers sacrifice to a god, it is called a blessing from the god to the guardian."

The crimson array that Athena is currently constructing is the highest level of divine gift, a divine bestowal.

"Wait... weren't the Gold Saints killed in battle? How come..."

Zoe didn't answer the audience's questions because anyone with a brain could figure it out; there was no need to answer.

"I understand now. The goddess wants to use her own life to resurrect the fallen Saints!"

"Oh my god! I don't want to cry, but I just can't hold it in!"

Those blonde Heila sisters were already on the verge of bursting into tears.

Now look what's happened, she's going to cry her eyes out.

Xing Tian's eyes flickered. He had a rule: all his opponents either died with him or died by his hand. Today, he was willing to break that rule.

When the twelve constellations reappeared on the horizon, a beam of golden light pierced through the star array.

Athena bathed in the sunlight, and her eyes gradually became clear.

But the body cannot help but feel illusory.

"Farewell, my protectors, and everything I protected..."

The twelve-star formation spun violently as Seiya tried to break through the pillar of light to stop Athena's divine gift.

Athena, with tears in her eyes, gave Seiya a deep look...

It finally disappeared.

The twelve constellations are merely reflections; with the disappearance of Athena, they also returned to their respective mythological worlds.

"It's over. This unfair battle is finally over."

The West has once again suffered a defeat, its most profound one yet, simply because of what it has lost.

It seems to be a belief.

On the other hand, thunderous cheers erupted in China.

"Victory belongs to us, Great God Xingtian! From this day forward, you are my male god, without exception!!"

"Hey, hey, hey, where's the Monkey King? Has he already fallen for someone else?"

As the Valkyrie appeared on the arena bathed in golden light, she solemnly announced: "Match 22 of the Mythical Arena: China wins and obtains a key fragment!"

Xing Tian muttered, "You won? Then it's time for me to leave."

That imposing figure had only a resolute expression on its face.

But at this moment, Su Ming could see a resolute determination that was not easily detected in it.

"Great God Xingtian, after you go back, do you really still want to go?"

Xing Tian stopped and glanced at Su Ming: "Hmph, little brat, are you worried that my head will break off again? Don't worry, I'll come to you to put it back on then."

There were no barriers in their conversation.

The flower grower suddenly became curious.

What exactly happened in the battle between Xing Tian and the Yellow Emperor?

Why is the Great God Xingtian so persistent? Knowing it's impossible, why does he insist on doing it? Does he have some deep-seated hatred for the ancestor of humanity?

Xing Tian stood there for a long time in the space of the mythical arena.

After looking up to the sky and sighing deeply.

He then said in a deep voice, "Little child, do you know that I am not a god?"

Su Ming remained silent at first, but he wasn't as surprised as the audience, because he had always known about Xing Tian's origins.

He then nodded solemnly: "You are the last great shaman of the shaman clan."

"Haha, it seems you know that your constant calling me a 'great god' has made me reluctant to tell you the truth."

Xing Tian continued, "That's right. I am a member of the ancient Wu clan. My grudges with the Xuanyuan clan are nothing. I am fighting for the last honor of the Wu clan."

At this point, Xing Tian's tone became firm and resolute.

"Fighting for the Witch Clan?"

The audience was completely confused.

"I've only ever heard of humans, gods, and demons, but I've never heard of a witch race. Could they be the ancestors of modern wizards?"

"Bullshit! The Great God Xing Tian is so powerful, you're saying he's a wizard?"

The image of a wizard in people's minds is that of someone who listens to eerie songs, dances eerie dances, and mutters incoherently; they are obviously charlatans.