I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 920 Sigh
The Book of Good and Evil floated out from Mi Bayue's outstretched palm.

As always, Shang Zhongsheng could not see the contents of the book clearly.

He had previously guessed that this book must also be a naturally formed spiritual object.

It has been by her side since Mi Bayue was born.

The pages turn automatically.

A wisp of gray mist drifted out.

Shang Zhongsheng's remaining soul power trembled, and he withdrew his soul consciousness from the Book of Good and Evil.

If he were still in human form, he would have already lowered his head and closed his eyes at the same time.

After a few breaths.

Only after confirming there was no danger did Shang Zhongsheng slowly release his soul perception outwards.

A beam of light connected the main temple area to the sky.

The beam of light was not dazzling or bright; it appeared in this dark and desolate apocalyptic scene as a gray mist, not as a sign of salvation but as if something even more terrible was about to happen.

"God Lord!"

"It's divine protection—"

"I knew it! I knew it! We're saved! We're saved!"

"This must be a test from the God..."

The oppressive silence was broken by the appearance of the towering gray pillar.

Most of the people who shouted were born on the mortal continent.

They were among the first to encounter miracles and had unwavering faith in the Night Wanderer.

This isn't the first time I've seen a beam of light like this; it's a manifestation of divine grace and salvation.

Similar scenes occurred many times when the Great Divine Sealing Array of the Mainland was first built.

The Yin-Yang spiritual masters quickly discovered that with the appearance of this ominous pillar of light, those who, like themselves, felt lost about the future suddenly regained their spirits, as if they had found their backbone at this moment, or as if they had been re-injected with life energy.

Their eyes were bright and alert, and they exerted even more effort to unleash their internal energy to fight against external pressure.

"What is this?" a Yang Spirit Master asked blankly, his gaze falling on an old man kneeling on the ground beside him.

An old man from the Canglan Continent sighed, "It is the divine power manifesting itself! He must not be able to bear seeing his people destroyed here."

god?
The spirit master said, "If He couldn't bear it, why would He have waited until now to manifest His power? If He had the ability to protect His people, why would you continue to fight against the natural disasters?"

These words are full of personal emotion, and it's not hard to hear the suppressed despair and resentment directed at the speaker.

If there were any compassionate gods in this world, how could they have allowed this catastrophe to happen?

If that kind-hearted god truly has the heart and ability to save the world, why does he wait until people are dead before taking action?

Before this miracle occurred, the Yang Spirit Master didn't have this burning anger. Now that it has, it has filled him with resentment—the saying "with great power comes great responsibility" and "when the sky falls, there's always someone taller to hold it up" are absolutely true in the current situation. The throne holders are passing away one after another because it was their power that truly resisted the world-ending calamity.

But now someone is telling him that there is an even taller, more powerful being above the throne. If this being were to intervene, the throne wouldn't die. So why didn't this being appear sooner?! Why did it just stand by and watch them struggle so desperately?

"The so-called God you speak of is nothing more than this. You place your wholehearted trust in Him, but He probably just sees you as ants and watches your pathetic, dying struggles!"

"What do you know! God's blessings are never given to those who do not work for them!"

The old man and the spirit master were arguing.

The Yang Spirit Master was taken aback by his fanatical expression.

The dispute in this small area did not attract much attention.

Discussions about 'God Lord', 'miracle', 'Mi Feixue', 'Mi Bayue', 'Eternal Dreamland's trump card' and so on arose as the gray pillar appeared.

Most people on the mortal continent regarded the gray pillar as a divine miracle, while the people of Lingzhou believed it was Mi Feixue's doing.

The reason is that the gray pillar looks very similar to the eerie fountain that Mi Feixue used to summon the Ghost King.

The faces of the Sun Thrones were grim. Firstly, the gray pillar reminded them of unpleasant memories from not long ago.

Secondly, there was the fear that the Demon King might reappear.

They couldn't understand the origin and purpose of the gray pillar, and couldn't determine whether it was good or bad.

Currently, the external pressures from natural disasters have not been resolved; if internal hardships were to arise...

Humanity may truly be doomed.

In the darkness, excited murmurs rang out again.

These thoughts originate from the spirits that are still in the mortal world.

Having witnessed Mi Feixue kill a restless spirit vessel with an arrow, they remained silent for a while, not wanting to be sent back to the underworld by the uncontrollable alien.

Now, seeing Mi Bayue make a move, it's surprising that she can still harness the power of the Night Wanderer.

Does this mean that the Night Wanderer left a backup plan with his divine favor, allowing the broken underground passage to be reconnected?

The solution lies in Mi Bayue's hands!
A greedy divine thought fell upon Mi Bayue, especially upon the Book of Good and Evil in her hand.

But before these Yin spirit carriers could get excited for long, Mi Feixue raised her hand.

The general's bow instantly solidified.

Mi Feixue instinctively drew her bow.

"and many more!"

His usually calm voice now carried a hint of shock and disarray.

Mi Feixue paused, her bow and arrow about to be released.

She saw the dark shadow wrapped around the black arrow in her hand.

— He had forgotten that he was holding the Shadow King's mimicry in his hand earlier.

The attack was instinctive, and the speed was so fast that it almost sent Shang Zhongsheng flying as well.

A brief silence.

Not only was Shang Zhongsheng still in shock, but the Yin God's vessel that was almost shot back to the Yin Realm was also shaken.

One after another, gray pillars took shape, connecting with each other, and the power stored in the temple erupted, causing the Divine Sealing Array to reappear in the world.

This is the first time the Night Wanderer has appeared in its entirety in the world since he established the Divine Sealing Array on the mortal continent.

It combines the essence of knowledge from various races, including strange creatures and their abilities, the rules of supernatural tales, human spiritual cultivation techniques, and the talents of fairies. The Divine Sealing Array, which was continuously researched and perfected by the Night Wanderer over the past ten years, ultimately brought the entire mortal continent under its control.

It can be said that the Divine Sealing Array is not only composed of the divine power of the Night Wanderer God, but also has a continuous stream of believers providing energy.

The great formation was activated.

All living beings still alive in this place felt a jolt in their souls.

Indescribable and untranslatable murmurs entered their souls; they were something they could neither refuse nor comprehend, something beyond their past understanding.

Affected by this force, they were like tiny fragments of stardust, and a boundless black hole suddenly appeared. Their souls were passively separated from their bodies and flew towards that powerful force, whether they wanted to or not.

Fortunately, this great power was benevolent towards them and deliberately protected their consciousness, preventing them from being passively lost within it and turning into dust in eternal darkness.

Time becomes immeasurable in this dreamlike state.

It felt like ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years had passed...

It seemed like only one breath, two breaths, three breaths.

"..."

A faint sigh suddenly resounded in everyone's soul.

Everyone seemed to wake from a dream, opening their eyes.