Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 464 A Tribute, All Tributes

"This...this...this..." Looking at the person in front of him, and then at the cosmic chaos soup "brewed" from the corpses of countless extraterrestrial gods behind him, Klein had lost count of how many times he had been speechless and unsure how to respond.

Today is supposed to be the day I ascend to godhood as "The Fool," and that Ah Meng who used to toy with me like a little mouse has already settled his score. These two things should be very happy, so why am I unhappy now?

Oh, Little K suddenly remembered.

The version number of this world has suddenly been updated. Not only are the "true gods" of Sequence 0 worthless, but even the Outer Gods of the Ancient level in the depths of the universe have all been devalued!

Putting everything else aside, the ancient essence of the Fallen Mother Goddess and the Mother Tree of Desire is still in his hands!
Let alone a day ago, even a few minutes ago, when I was still outwitting and outmaneuvering Amon, I never imagined that the world would suddenly become like this!

Of course, if you were to ask Little K whether he regretted shouting at the universe, which triggered so many changes in the world and even the entire universe, you would be wrong.

Then Klein is naturally—

I don't regret it at all!!!

Are you kidding me?! What was I doing just now?! It was a real emergency!

If this big shot hadn't suddenly descended upon the world, swept across all directions, shattered Amon, and slapped all the righteous and evil gods on Earth one by one, who knows what kind of creature he would have been parasitized by that mischievous Amon who only cared about his own likes and dislikes and acted recklessly!
Even if he survives against all odds and successfully ascends to godhood as the "Fool," there's still that "Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Profound Yellow" sharpening his knives inside his body, waiting to take over and revive him at any moment!
At least, if this big shot hadn't suddenly appeared, Klein felt that even if he had ascended to godhood, at best he would still be evenly matched with that "Heavenly Venerable of Fortune," and would be deeply entangled in a tug-of-war with the Heavenly Venerable, unable to extricate himself!

So, as the old Chinese saying goes, "Hehe, I'll beat Wei Junjie to a pulp," and another saying goes, "Better to die for my friend than for me."

No matter how vicious and ruthless this big shot in front of them was, how he swept through the entire universe in just a few minutes, and how he was brewing the cosmic soup, it was as if Khorne had descended upon the world. Anyone who saw him would tremble in fear.

But at the very least, He did have some kindness towards Him.

"I just don't know..."

At that moment, Klein's Fool's Spirit stirred slightly, and he opened his mouth as if to say something.

Suddenly, he saw the Omega halo behind Wang Li's head expand and transform into a rainbow bridge spanning the starry sky.

The halo was not a physical entity, but rather seemed to be composed of projections from countless parallel universes, each ray of light containing enough energy to tear apart galaxies.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the Earth's atmosphere parted to the sides like a curtain.

This seemingly casual action caused the entire planet's atmospheric circulation system to come to an instant, unnatural ripples to appear on the ocean surface, and all extraordinary beings felt a sharp pain in their spirits.

"Please allow me to speak with you all," Wang Li said calmly to the world.

This sound did not travel through the air, but resonated directly within the spiritual depths of each deity.

The Goddess of Night was the first to raise her head. Her black veil moved without wind, revealing the swirling nebulae below—these nebulae were not decorations, but projections of her divine kingdom, which were now distorted and deformed under Wang Li's oppressive aura.

The lightning that swirled around the Lord of Storms suddenly became as docile as a pet; the lightning bolts that were powerful enough to split the continent now curled up into tiny electric snakes, trembling at His fingertips.

Even the eternal sun, which is always shrouded in brilliance, had to restrain its light at this moment, like a firefly facing its natural enemy.

Adam stood at the edge of the chaotic sea, his golden pupils slightly contracted.

As the divine aspect of the ancient sun god, He felt more clearly than anyone else how powerful this being who had just beaten them one by one and then annihilated one by one the extraterrestrial gods was.

It is a magnificent power that even if He regained the power of the "Ancient Sun God" and became the pillar of the past again, it would not be comparable!
He saw his reflection endlessly replicated within the halo, each reflection enacting a different destiny. Before the gods of Earth could even react, they were already being guided onto the starlight rainbow bridge.

Beneath their feet, the stars flew past like pebbles in a stream.

When their vision cleared again, the gods were standing on the bank of a river covered with blood-red flowers.

The River Styx surged and churned, countless souls floating and sinking in the dark currents, their sobs drowned out by the ceaseless roar of the water.

The turbid river flows on and on, without beginning or end, as if piercing through the end of time and space.

Blood-red spider lilies sway in the wind on both sides of the riverbank, layer upon layer, stretching to the horizon.

Amidst the surging waves of flowers, several figures appeared and disappeared.

"This is...the underworld?"

The Earth Mother Goddess was surprised to find that her divine power as the true god of the "Earth" pathway was suppressed in this land.

He tried to summon a vine, but only received a few withered roots.

The River Styx flows silently, and what is reflected on its surface are not the figures of the gods, but fragments of their most feared memories.

The Goddess of Night had a piercing gaze. If she wanted to advance further on her "Night" path, she would have to gather the uniqueness of the three families in the "Black Death War" and also have the ancient source material "River of Eternal Darkness" involved to have any chance of success.

She already possessed a tributary of the "River of Eternal Darkness" that had seeped out from the seal of the Western Continent.

In theory, it could be used to upgrade herself to the ancients, but in reality, the success rate was so low that even she herself dared not believe it.

But now that she has seen the River Styx, she suddenly realizes that she might actually have a better option!

After all, in the mythological concept, the "river of eternal darkness" that he needed was actually called the "river of the underworld"!

"welcome."

Wang Li's voice came from all directions, each syllable causing the sky of the underworld to distort and deform.

The gods then noticed that a deep, long table, seemingly containing clusters of cosmic stars, had appeared on the riverbank at some unknown time.

The table was covered with patterns like the Milky Way. Wang Li sat in the main seat. He had restrained the terrifying pressure he had exerted when he swept away the outer gods, but the difference in their status, which originated from the essence of life, still made every god present feel suffocated—like the instinctive fear of ants facing the vast starry sky.

The next moment, Wang Li lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, each tap causing the entire underworld to tremble.

This scene, so familiar, made Klein's eyes twitch.

A tribute, right?

This is such a tribute!

Klein felt that this big shot must be subtly criticizing him in some way!

(End of this chapter)