Chapter 1118: The Vast Long Night Ends Here!

First the night was torn apart, and then the red moon vanished and appeared again…

Could it be a confrontation between Divine Spirits…

The girl thought with no small amount of worry, but she had no way to verify it, unless she asked Mr. Fool for confirmation. However, that was a lofty Divine Spirit, not someone she could just call up at will to consult.

Vaguely hearing noisy sounds coming from the corridor, she arched her brow, lifted her hand, and beckoned to the big golden-furred dog lying nearby, “Suzie, go and…”

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped, her expression turning utterly stiff. The shudder of that instant made even her thoughts briefly congeal.

Unknowingly, the sounds from outside also came to a halt, as if a Celestial God had cast down its gaze and the mortal world fell into absolute stillness.

Everything, everything, froze at the origin.

On the boundless sea.

The waves heaved endlessly; the “Dark Blue Avenger” was like a leaf, sometimes flung upward, sometimes rolled downward, yet showed not the slightest sign of capsizing.

Alger Wilson paced back and forth in the captain’s cabin, clearly ill at ease. As someone out at sea, he had no direct sense of the chaotic situation on the continent at this very moment, yet he vaguely perceived that tense feeling of an impending storm.

Especially since he had specially sent a telegram back to inquire but had received no reply whatsoever up to now, which only made him all the more anxious. In his mind during this period, he didn’t even know how many little scenarios he had fantasized.

After one last glance at the still motionless telegraph machine, Alger’s expression turned dark as he turned and left the captain’s cabin. With no news or further instructions coming, he couldn’t keep waiting here. He stepped out onto the deck, took a deep breath, and was just about to issue orders in a dignified and calm manner, commanding the sailors into action.

However——

At this very moment——

An oppression, a suffocation, like a heavy abyss of the sea rolling down from the firmament.

Just like the other crew members, Alger blankly raised his head to look toward the sky, almost losing all ability to think.

Amid the terrified gazes of countless people, the entire sky…shattered.

The extreme vault was broken open; the void rumbled, emitting a massive tremor like stars exploding.

Within the boundless emptiness, a hazy clear radiance burst forth in an instant, its sword-like beams numbering in the thousands, scourging the surrounding time and space.

Within that enormous rift, where space seemed to layer upon layer collapse inward, a scroll of muddled Chaos drifted lightly down and unfurled.

All actions are impermanent; that which flourishes must decline.

Yet——life and death flow on unceasingly.

Black and white, sharply divided yet intermingling, the twin fishes displayed the cyclical process of mutual birth and mutual destruction. Within them a golden bridge was set, coming from the far shore, and in an instant it descended into this world, laying out a road.

In that instant, countless beings on the land, and Divine Spirits in the Star Realm, all saw that shocking scene.

Dressed in a white Daoist Robe…

A muddled cloud of Clouds of Celebration resting atop the head…

Hundreds and thousands of Golden Lamps circling, beaded ornaments clustered close, thirty-three layers of clear radiance reflected behind…

So supremely noble, so utterly divine and sacred, like an ancient existence born before Heaven and Earth themselves—stepping upon the Yin-Yang Taiji and the bridge from the far shore, thus crossed worlds and arrived.

“…”

“…”

The wind died.

The air died as well.

It was as if the entire world had sunk into an emptiness so long it became deathly silent.

Until——after He gazed down at this world, this planet, for a moment, He let out a soft chuckle, and only then did He seem to break the absolutely motionless world, allowing time to flow once more.

The many hidden existences watching all this finally reacted one after another; some turned pale in horror, some retreated in wariness, and some struck out without hesitation.

Yet the first to make a move was the “True Creator,” who had been completely provoked.

As the Evil Spirit of the Ancient Sun God, the embodiment of its negative persona and extreme emotions, the dark side that inherited humanity and went mad—this one truly had very little sanity to speak of.

In that distant Land of the Forsaken, atop a certain hidden mountain, a gigantic cross propped up the sky. Black iron nails pinned a naked Giant to it, the inverted body crisscrossed with ghastly wounds.

As if enraged, the upside-down Giant slightly lifted its drooping head and let out a mindless roar.

The next moment, a faint, indistinct curtain of shadow surfaced.

——No one knew how many unlucky wretches of the The Hanged Man Path went mad in that instant, their sanity values dropping to zero.

They beheld the visage of a God in Spiritual Vision, and their eyeballs burst on the spot…

They heard the language of a God in Inspiration, and their brains melted like wax…

Faced with the True Creator who had struck first, the cross-world existence’s expression remained calm.

The thirty-three layers of clear radiance behind Him rose up, effortlessly propping open the curtain of shadow.

Within each layer of clear radiance seemed to lie an ancient heaven and earth; in every layer a Dao God coiled, like a ruling God who had opened the heavens and split the earth.

To have schemed all the way to this point just to complete the target of descent, the small alt account that had been painstakingly created naturally had been tuned to the theoretical limit of performance.

——First, obtain the True God qualification of the Gate Path, gaining the possibility of opening a “doorway” and transmitting information…

——Then, seize the informational authority of the Hidden Sage’s control, serving as the receiving terminal, rewriting the information, and “printing” out the vessel needed for the descent…

——Next, make use of the correct history: Fors was originally destined to inherit the Abraham Clan’s legacy and become a Gate Path Angel under the Fool. She possessed such a destiny; therefore, through the status of her future self, she could briefly bear Divine Power.

——After that came Mr. Fool’s strong assist: at the critical moment, he pulled Fors above the gray fog and, using the Source Castle’s conformity to extraordinary characteristic aggregation laws, along with the authorities of “grafting” and “fooling,” swapped the briefly borne Sequence 0 qualification on Fors into Earth.

Only then did he truly use that child ticket, completing the final step of entering the field.

Though it was a child ticket, making it impossible for Ancient Level power to be projected in, after so much preparation, someone had exploited this child ticket to the utmost within the limits of the rules.

Gate Path, Hermit Path, and on top of that a self-created path…

Even if the styles didn’t match, that was still a solid three-path True God.

Under the gazes of a host of hidden existences, He, who had crossed worlds, raised the wooden whip in His hand and brought it down with a swing.

The curtain of shadow was pierced through in a single blow!

Along with it, the seemingly eternal, unchanging primeval darkness of the Land of the Forsaken, as if it had lasted thousands upon thousands of years, was torn apart just as easily!

The mighty long night thus came to an end!

The gigantic God-Beating Whip tore everything open as it descended upon the Land of the Forsaken, with the momentum of piercing the earth and shattering mountains, howling toward a certain mountain peak.

In this world, all things possess Divinity.

And this…was precisely a Divine Treasure, a whip for striking Gods.