Necromancers are frantically stationing troops in the apocalypse.

Chapter 1106, Becoming a God

The zombie world, deep in the desolation.

Wu Heng sat cross-legged among the rugged rocks, his aura faintly in harmony with the heaven and earth.

The descendant of the hero is indeed a god!
However, it is different from what was thought before. After achieving the goal of faith, one does not become a god directly. Instead, one must ignite the "divine fire" by oneself before ascending to the realm of gods.

In other words, before becoming a god, one still needs to make some preparations.

To meet the requirements for igniting the divine fire.

When the 'divine fire' is ignited, it mentions burning 'emotions'.

This suddenly reminded him of the several rare artifacts from the Church that he had obtained before, all of which had the side effect of "abandoning humanity."

Does this mean... after becoming a god, part of human nature will eventually be replaced by divinity?
Divinity! Humanity!
In Wu Heng's understanding, there is still a big difference between the two.

Human emotions are short-sighted and focus on the present. Emotions are vivid, complex and uncontrollable.

Love, hate, sadness and happiness are the core of life and can lead to deep empathy.

Divinity, on the other hand, is more eternal and macroscopic, as if looking down upon all living beings from a high vantage point.

You may remember what love is, but no longer truly feel it, lose your ability to empathize, and instead pursue some 'higher' goal or balance.

It’s like humans observing ants in an anthill. They can understand the division of labor among the worker ants, but they cannot understand the emotions of the ant colony.

He didn't know if what he thought was right, but in his opinion, divinity also had shortcomings.

Therefore, for the gods who have abandoned human nature, they have long drawn a clear line between themselves and humans. Humans are just tools they keep in captivity to collect faith.

"Divinity doesn't seem to be a good thing." Wu Heng felt that divinity was a bit like his own skeleton.

There is no emotion involved, just complete the planned tasks.

Does humanity have to be burned out?
Or, if the body is burning enough, can the emotions be preserved?

Not necessarily impossible.

Since this is the case, before becoming a god, it is better to make the body strong enough.

Let it burn longer.

After thinking it over in his mind, he calmed down again and continued to practice the "Creation Sutra".

……

Half a month passes in an instant.

On this day, the energy of heaven and earth suddenly became violent, and the power of law rushed towards him like a tide.

The scene was surprisingly similar to when he was promoted to a hero. The light from the sky gathered, the elements flowed, and enveloped him.

Wu Heng only felt that he was gradually merging with this world, and could clearly perceive the changes of all things around him, and even the invisible yet orderly laws and trajectories.

It's not just the heroic physique that provides him with strength, but the entire world is nourishing him.

[Unlocked Feature: Life Weaving]

[Life Weaving]: Touching the source of life, it can repair innate Taoist injuries and reshape the damaged soul.

Weaving life...creating life?
His mind moved slightly, and the soil in front of him surged and turned into a snow-white rabbit.

Immediately afterwards, the white rabbit came to life, glanced at him in panic, turned around and ran into the weeds.

Real life.

Wu Heng’s eyes widened. This meant that the magical power of the final stage of the Creation Sutra was to create real living creatures.

It is exactly the same as the story in mythology about Nuwa creating human beings.

After trying to create two more creatures, he slowly stood up, released [Teleportation], and returned to the camp.

……

In the living room.

Lilith, Shannara, Philippa and others were discussing the progress of their practice in the past few days.

The people who practiced the "Creation Sutra" remained at the second and third levels, while Lilith and the wood elf sisters who practiced the "Body Refining Art" entered the third stage.

Wu Heng quietly appeared, walked over to sit beside Lilith, and put his arm around her shoulders. "Tomorrow I will go practice the Body Refining Technique with you two."

Lilith raised her eyebrows and asked, "Have you finished practicing the Creation Sutra?"

"It's over!" Wu Heng smiled.

Everyone looked surprised, and Lilith asked, "How is the effect?"

Wu Heng smiled mysteriously, raised his hand, and two butterflies emerged from his palms, flapped their wings and flew up, frantically flying around the hall twice, and finally flew away through the window.

"Spell?" Shannara was curious.

"Create!" Wu Heng snapped his fingers lightly, and rabbits and sparrows were created, moving around lively.

Everyone suddenly realized that this was not an illusion.

But it is the real creation of life.

This... is something that only gods can do!

wrong!

There is no record of the Vatican gods having the ability to create living things.

"Can... we create humans?" Philippa suddenly asked.

Wu Heng shook his head: "It's theoretically possible, but it goes against moral principles, so let's not try it."

"It's really scary, scarier than a skeleton." Philippa shrank her neck.

Lilith took over the conversation: "So, you plan to practice the Body Refining Technique again?"

"Yes! That's the plan."

Lilith nodded, "Then let's eat first and then we'll go over after we're done."

After lunch.

Wu Heng, Lilith and others left the camp and headed towards the volcano.

……

Time flies, and more than half a month has passed.

Wu Heng completed the third stage of training in the "Body Refining Art" and asked Qi Hancai to find another volcano to properly place the fire eggs condensed this time.

At the same time, he continued to take corpse core potion.

However, there are only a few level 15 skeleton alchemists in the zombie world who are responsible for studying zombie evolution.

The highest level of potions that can be made from corpse cores is level two.

Wu Heng had been taking medicines during this period, and later chose to directly devour the third and fourth level corpse cores, relying on his own physique to resist the virus.

Push one's own attributes to a new level.

……

This day, in the wild.

Wu Heng stood in an open space, with Lilith and the other female relatives behind him.

The outline of a volcano loomed in the distance, and the air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and dust.

"Is it about to begin?" Lilith took a step forward, her voice a little lower than usual.

Wu Heng nodded, his eyes sweeping across everyone before finally landing on her face. "Everything is ready. We can't delay any longer."

"Is there any danger?" Lilith asked directly, her fingertips unconsciously clenching.

"Don't worry!" Wu Heng was nervous, but his tone was calm so as not to worry them. "I have to take this step. Once I figure out the rules, it will be easy for you to proceed."

Lilith was silent for a moment, but still nodded.

Then he suddenly stepped forward and hugged her tightly in front of everyone. Wu Heng held her face and kissed her on the lips.

Then, he called Shannella, Philippa, Minnie, Andville... and the female members of the family came forward one by one, instructed them on what to do next, and then kissed them goodbye.

Until the last person stepped back, Wu Heng signaled them to move away from the center.

After everyone leaves.

Wu Heng stood here alone, began to concentrate his mind, and made the final breathing exercises before igniting the divine fire.

……

Wu Heng sat cross-legged and looked at his faith value and the [Divine Fire] attribute that had reached the maximum.

No more hesitation, just light the divine fire.

There is no magnificent celestial phenomenon of the galaxy hanging upside down when the hero is promoted, no thunder and rays of light, and no resonance of all things.

Everything was eerily quiet, as if the whole world was holding its breath.

However, inside him, a silent upheaval was taking place.

His body gradually became transparent, like the purest crystal, or like incandescent charcoal.

Beneath the skin, the bones, blood vessels, and internal organs were no longer flesh and blood, but had transformed into brilliant veins of pure energy flowing, constantly releasing flickering light.

Wu Heng clearly sensed every inch of himself: flesh, blood, strength, magic, even memories and emotions, all serving as fuel to ignite the divine fire.

This is the most critical and also the most dangerous step.

If the body, strength, and magic power are not enough to support it, and the memories and emotions are burned out, all that is left is an empty shell.

Even if you eventually ascend to the throne of God, you may not be yourself anymore.

I don't know how long it burned.

At the center of the eyebrows, a tiny spot of light that contained infinite weight began to pulsate, and each beat drew a torrent of energy around the body.

Suddenly, a pillar of divine power, so great and pure that it was impossible to describe it, violently tore through the sky, came down with a bang, and completely swallowed him!
It was as if a huge wound was torn open in the sky, revealing the boiling universe behind it with indescribable colors.

The sky lost its color and energy rolled and trembled.

In the beam of light, Wu Heng's physical form was completely disintegrated and reconstructed.

In the end, only a human silhouette, outlined by the purest light, remained, vaguely appearing to represent some abstract form symbolizing his future priesthood.

The next moment, the pillar of light that penetrated the sky and the earth suddenly disappeared.

The open space was completely empty. Wu Heng had also vanished.

At this time, Lilith and others quickly approached and looked at the empty scorched earth with confusion and helplessness in their eyes.

……

South Korean base, top floor of the command center.

Qi Hancai and a group of base officials stood in front of the huge glass window. Outside the window, the square was already crowded with people.

Representatives from various alliance bases, local staff, and even ordinary survivors who rushed over after hearing the news, all looked up, with the same surprise and fear written on their faces.

The sky is no longer the familiar one.

An indescribable dark light enveloped the entire sky. It was not dark clouds, nor was it the night sky, but more like a...dark light.

It was as if the whole world was being dragged into the edge of another dimension.

"Deputy Chief...this isn't going to be the second apocalypse, is it?" A young official's voice trembled as he subconsciously reached for the pistol at his waist, seeking a false sense of security.

Qi Hancai did not answer immediately.

She looked down at her phone, which had no signal and kept showing connection failure.

He clenched the phone so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white. When he looked up again, his face had returned to its usual calmness.

"Don't scare yourself! The root cause of the apocalypse has been resolved, and it won't happen again." Qi Hancai's voice was steady, with undeniable force. "Have the research station immediately analyze the astronomical data, come up with a preliminary conclusion as soon as possible, and issue a reassuring announcement to all allied bases."

"Yes!" The official nodded and left quickly.

Qi Hancai turned his gaze back to the strange sky, only his brows were still furrowed.

I feel really uneasy because I can't contact my man.

……

Xinfu City Base.

The dim light filtered through the window, casting a bizarre light on the corridor.

Li Yahong almost ran across the corridor and pushed open the door of Zhao Yanqiu's office.

"Sister Zhao! I can't get through to Wu Heng on the phone! In heaven..." Li Yahong spoke in a hurried tone, full of anxiety.

The words stopped abruptly.

Contrary to expectations, Zhao Yanqiu did not panic. Instead, she knelt quietly on the ground, her hands clasped in front of her chest, and began to pray.

His expression was one of strange calmness.

Hearing the noise, Zhao Yanqiu slowly opened her eyes. There was little panic in her eyes; instead, there was a hint of understanding.

"Don't rush." ​​Zhao Yanqiu's voice was unusually calm. "I can sense... that Wu Heng is doing something of paramount importance."

"Sister Zhao! What time is it? You're still thinking about him?" Li Yahong was speechless for a moment, wondering if the other woman's faith had taken hold of her. "Get up and take charge! The church must not be in chaos!"

Zhao Yanqiu smiled slightly, her smile filled with unwavering confidence: "Trust me, nothing will happen. He will send us news soon."

……

And in every corner of the world, there are survivor outposts.

Whether in a massive underground bunker or a makeshift rooftop camp, people spontaneously stopped what they were doing, stepped out of their shelters, and looked up at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

The ordinary survivors were pale and dared not utter a sound.

The trauma left by the apocalypse had not yet subsided, and the strange changes in the sky made them even more terrified.

However, a completely different sentiment permeates the followers of the Spiritual Revelation Church.

They were equally shocked, but even more so by an indescribable sense of awe and awe.

Some knelt in worship, while others murmured to themselves.

In the darkness, a vague yet strong intuition arose in their hearts, related to their spiritual enlightenment cult, and was not a disaster.

……

Wu Heng felt his mortal body burning away inch by inch in the divine fire, every inch of flesh and every strand of bone turning into the purest energy.

As the blazing flames began to touch the depths of memory and emotion, the second body, located deep within the volcano and imbued with the Body Refining Technique, transformed into new fuel and threw itself into the divine fire, protecting the most precious 'self'.

In an instant, his perspective was infinitely elevated and stretched, as if he were being lifted off the ground by an invisible giant hand and soaring into the sky at a speed exceeding the speed of light.

You can see the worried faces of Lilith and the others rapidly shrinking beneath your feet, see the base transform into a model on a sand table, and see the entire planet slowly rotating before your eyes, displaying a magnificent and complete arc.

His consciousness hung high above space and time, as if it had become a star in the vast universe, or perhaps it had merged into the boundless background of the universe itself.

It is everywhere, yet it has no specific form.

However, the next second, a powerful repulsive force suddenly struck, and his consciousness was violently squeezed and dragged, falling into a strange gray space.

This place is shrouded in endless mist, with no heaven or earth, and no boundaries. It is as if it is a gap between all time and space, the prototype of his own domain.

With a slight thought, Wu Heng's body quickly solidified, restoring its original appearance.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the unprecedented power contained within them.

"This is my divine realm."

As he thought of it, the surrounding gray mist surged violently.

The pure white light dispelled the chaos, and solid, warm earth stretched out beneath our feet, filling the air with a fresh scent.

Plants and trees grow out of thin air, stretching their branches and leaves, while the sky unfolds overhead, with the sun and moon hanging in the sky at the same time.

In the distance, a magnificent palace rises from the ground.

Wu Heng walked slowly forward, and wherever he passed, a smooth floor automatically paved out, magnificent columns rose one after another, and stars began to circulate above the dome.

Upon reaching the center of the main hall, a colossal golden throne awaits.

He slowly sat down, feeling the incredibly close connection between himself and the divine realm.

[Name: Wu Heng]

[Clerics: Death, Creation, Magic]

[Cleric Rank: Chief Cleric]

[Divine Authority: Immortality, perception, incarnation, granting divine arts, and controlling divine authority.]

The panel is still there, and even the God stage is displayed.

It seems that the origins of this panel that accompanies me are far deeper than I imagined.

"Is this what it means to become a god?" Wu Heng clenched his fist lightly, feeling the surging power within him that was enough to rewrite reality. "It really feels... unreal."

He rested his chin on his hand, and a new, very real question popped into his head: "So, how do we get back now?"

……

Wu Heng sat quietly on the divine throne, closing his eyes and concentrating.

In an instant, countless tiny and bright points of light lit up in his consciousness, like a vast sea of ​​stars. Each ray of light was a believer's devout faith, an anchor point closely connected to him.

These anchor points clearly marked the coordinates of the two worlds for him.

Earth and another world.

"I see... Faith is not only the cornerstone of the existence of gods, but also a coordinate." Wu Heng suddenly realized, "No wonder that god of the Holy See, even after seeing his own memories, couldn't come to Earth—he had no coordinates!"

With a slight thought, his consciousness, like a light feather, quietly drifted towards one of the brightest anchor points, the one most deeply connected to him, as if piercing through a layer of warm water mirror.

The scene in front of me suddenly became clear.

This is Zhao Yanqiu's room.

She was dressed in plain-colored pajamas, kneeling on a soft cushion by the window, the gentle light of the lamp casting a warm glow on her profile.

With hands clasped together, he softly and firmly recited the Lingqi Church's prayer.

After reciting the prayers, I prayed for peace in Wuheng, for my daughter Xiaoxiao to be safe and happy, and for the world to eventually be at peace.

Wu Heng raised an eyebrow and prayed to himself for his safety.
This feels so strange!

There's also a prayer for world peace, such a grand wish!
Wu Heng did not disturb her, but quietly felt this pure and unwavering belief, like a warm current flowing into his heart.

After a moment, he composed himself and his consciousness quietly withdrew.

Then it randomly found a point of light from another world and drifted closer.

The scene suddenly changed.

A cold, damp wind howled in from one end of the bridge arch, bringing with it the smell of rust, sewage, and the sour stench of something slowly decaying.

A young woman huddled in the shadows of a corner, with only a few stained rags beneath her.

Each breath she took was broken and difficult, accompanied by a festering, hissing sound from deep within her chest.

"Merciful...Lord of Wuheng Island...God of Enlightenment...!"

Her voice was so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable; her once melodious voice, once that of a singer at the 'Gemflower Opera House,' was now only harsh and grating like sandpaper.

Consciousness fluctuated violently between a burning fever and a bone-chilling cold.

Fragmented memories flooded Wu Heng's senses uncontrollably. She had once been a resident of Treasure Island. Her father had gone to sea to become a pirate and had never been heard from again. Her mother was a tavern waitress.

When she grew up, she also became a maid, making a living by pleasing men.

It wasn't until Wu Heng took over Treasure Island that a ray of light seemed to shine into her life. She no longer had to sell her body. The island lord's mansion bought her a job change scroll, allowing her to join the opera house and earn respect through her singing.

She practiced diligently, genuinely wanting to become a devout follower of the Spirit Revelation Church and embrace that hard-won dignity.

However, the return of the Papacy shattered everything.

Because of her low rank, she was not executed immediately, but instead fell into an even deeper mire than before.

"Cough...cough cough...!" She coughed up a mouthful of sticky, fishy-smelling liquid, her body curling up even tighter due to violent convulsions.

The high fever blurred her vision, and the gray sky outside the bridge arch seemed like a dark seabed.

With her last ounce of strength, she uttered a plea that sounded like a dream.

"...I only ask...I only ask...that when my soul returns to your kingdom...it may be...cleaner...like...like a human being..."

That faint and desperate prayer, like the finest thread, was clearly transmitted to the throne of God.

(End of this chapter)