Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 456 The First Dawn in Two Thousand Five Hundred Years...

This is the land forsaken by the gods.

On the towering cross that reaches into the clouds, hangs an extremely malevolent figure.

His body was made up of countless writhing flesh and blood, with every inch of skin constantly peeling off and regenerating, revealing the scarlet muscle tissue underneath.

The muscle fibers twisted and intertwined like living things, sometimes forming a agonizing human face, sometimes transforming into a howling beast's head. The piercing sounds that emanated constantly did not come from the mouth—for the distorted face had no complete features—but were blasphemous sounds that trembled directly from every piece of flesh.

The moment mortals see this scene, their retinas begin to bleed.

The name of that being was branded directly into the depths of consciousness like a branding iron—"The True Creator"!
This understanding is not transmitted through language, but rather directly alters the viewer's memory and cognition, etching an eternal mark of fear onto the soul.

His body slowly rotates on the cross, eternally upside down by some force that transcends the laws of physics.

Dark red blood mist gushed out from His seemingly unstoppable wound. These drops of blood transformed into countless evil creatures, demons, wicked spirits, and filth in mid-air, circling the cross and emitting indescribable roars, as if in worship!

Having endured the torment of four eras, starting with the "Ancient Sun God," He was betrayed time and again by His most trusted followers.

Even so, He remains the undisputed pinnacle of the "Hanged Man" sequence and the ultimate manifestation of the true god's status!
When Amon, with the authority of time and deception, cried out for help, the entire cross suddenly trembled violently.

All the tormented faces on the body of the true creator simultaneously opened their black hole-like mouths, emitting a sharp, explosive sound that could extinguish stars.

This sound unleashed a blood-red hurricane on the material level, and transformed into countless writhing flesh-and-blood viruses on the spiritual level.

The upside-down flesh and blood began to proliferate at an ultra-high speed, as if a flesh and blood gate on a cosmic scale had been opened.

The cracked earth of the Forsaken Land was instantly covered in crimson. Upon closer inspection, it was not a simple color change at all—every inch of soil was transforming into living flesh and blood.

Rocks turned into stark white skeletons, rivers transformed into viscous blood plasma, and withered trees sprouted pulsating veins.

These flesh and blood do not grow randomly, but follow some blasphemous geometric laws, forming dizzying, decadent totems.

The aura of "corruption" manifested as a purplish-black mist, rising from every piece of flesh. Floating within this mist were tiny eyeballs and teeth, which devoured each other and regenerated continuously.

Wherever the fog passed, space itself began to decay—light distorted into weeping human figures, gravity became a hound that would tear at solid objects, and even time began to ooze pus and blood.

This is the ultimate manifestation of the "Hanged Man" sequence: dragging the ordered universe back to the chaotic, undeveloped primordial state of flesh and blood.

Beyond the astral plane, the barriers of the gods groaned under the strain of this upheaval.

It is no exaggeration to say that

If no divine intervention were to intervene, the true Creator, based solely on the current state of corruption, would be able to transform the entire planet into His body.

It would be a living planet with a diameter of 12,000 kilometers, its surface covered with a continent of flesh and blood that would forever wail in agony, constantly emitting blasphemous sounds of spiritual pollution throughout the universe.

"Sigh, this is really...not dignified at all..."

Wang Li's sigh pierced through thirty-three layers of light.

In the microcosm behind Him, there is the clear light of the rotating Milky Way, the golden light of a supernova explosion, and countless silhouettes of the rise and fall of civilizations.

In an instant, a stream of light shot out from the Omega light wheel.

The moment this stream of light pierced through the barrier of the gods, its mass directly bent the local spacetime structure. The stream of light suddenly magnified, and in the blink of an eye, it manifested a god-king wearing magnificent winged armor, holding a great thunderbolt, as if he were sitting high at the top of the divine path, illuminating all eternity!
The God-King's body unfolded, so vast and boundless that it almost filled the void. The entire sky seemed to be obscured by His divine light, causing everything to lose its color, and the sun and moon to lose their light!

He stands tall in the clouds, his right arm raised high, as if connecting heaven and earth. His strong presence fills the entire space, and his magnificence seems to be able to drag the world upside down!

His majestic, star-like eyes reflected the entire astral plane, and wisps of mist overflowed from his mouth and nose, his breath transforming into countless storms and thunderbolts.

"Since you don't want to be dignified, then I'll have to help you be dignified."

The voice of the God-King resonated throughout the entire world.

He raised the great thunderbolt in his hand high.

Then... it fell!
Half a second ago, the great thunderbolt was still in weapon form, the next second it became a waterfall of light that pierced the heavens and the earth, and then in an instant it transformed into an abstract existence composed of the pure concept of "thunderbolt".

The darkness along the way was torn apart with the sound of ripping cloth, revealing a distorted void behind it.

In the land abandoned by the gods, the remaining divine power of the gods melted away like a spiderweb encountering flames.

When thunder truly strikes the land of the forsaken, it produces not an explosion but "negation".

Centered on the point of impact, the space within a radius of hundreds of kilometers was temporarily rewritten as a state of "never existing".

The writhing flesh, the decadent aura, and the blasphemous totems were all directly deleted by the fundamental laws.

The process was eerily silent, like erasing a pencil drawing with an eraser without leaving a trace.

In the cracks of the astral plane, the scream of the true creator, now reduced to a painful whimper, was replaced by a remnant of flesh and blood.

The flesh that had been peeled off the cross would not regenerate, and the twisted, upside-down evil god was now completely silent.

The impact of Wang Li's devastating thunderbolt on this world is far from over.

The shockwave swept across the continent in a way that defied all logic—it traveled at both the speed of light and the speed of a snail, as gentle as water ripples and as sharp as a blade.

The land abandoned by the gods seemed to have its eternal night gradually unveiled, revealing the long-lost starry sky behind it.

The starlight had not shone on this land for twenty-five centuries, and now its rays carried a sense of vigilance, as if observing this unexpected variable.

At a more micro level, this strike created conceptual disturbances.

Certain conceptual beings that existed based on the darkness of the Forsaken Land were directly extinct;

The curse, which was partially sustained by the aura of corruption, was automatically lifted;
There were even a few ancient beings that parasitized the time rifts, emitting screams from beyond dimensions due to sudden changes in the environment on which they depended for survival.

The marks of the gods, the corrupt authority, and the remnants of curses that once polluted this land have all evaporated like morning dew.

Only a few of the deepest ruins still retain some traces of the Dark Ages, but they are fading at a visible rate.

When the thunder subsided, the former Eastern Continent ushered in its first dawn in 2,500 years.

The light pierced through the thin clouds, shining on the earth that had become pure again...

(End of this chapter)