Alien Hotel.

Chapter 708 Smearing Face
Yu Sheng felt that he had encountered quite a few big scenes while traveling around. From Ankaela to the Star Entity, these Dark Angels were more and more outrageous than the last. But even so, the scene he was experiencing at this moment still made him feel like his heart had stopped.

He fell from the empty shell of the earth's crust. Inside the planet's cavity, the earth's layers resembled a rocky sky filled with faint light. The Gate of Eden at the earth's core was like a hole that pierced through time and space, constantly swallowing light inward. A giant skeleton surrounded by holy light floated above the hole, and bright flames burned calmly in the skeleton's eye sockets.

The Unified Fleet's orbital bombardment continues, the devastating fire pounding against the planet's thin crust, yet so far it has not breached the rocks and soil above the Gate of Eden.

Now Yu Sheng knows why this anomalous planet has been able to survive to this day—the faint light wandering on the planet's inner crust is constantly repairing and supporting it.

In a sense, the planet Sanctuary has long been a breeding ground for angels, and has even become a part of them.

Yu Sheng was still falling downwards, his gaze uncontrollably drawn to the Gate of Eden behind the Shadowless Skeleton. He even felt that this attraction had materialized, as if countless vines and roots were growing out of the dark hole, wrapping around his hands and feet, and dragging his soul.

"Boundary Bridge..."

Yu Sheng muttered to himself unconsciously, but suddenly recalled those "blueprints" imprinted deep in his mind.

Those ancient and enormous energy glands, imaginary computational units, living runes, and superstring structures...

That was knowledge he had acquired from the Dark Angels after he devoured the control mechanisms of the Boundary Bridge.

And now, these incomplete blueprints have been completed once again.

"...So that's how it is."

Yu Sheng muttered to himself.

However, at that moment, the hundreds-of-meters-tall skeleton suddenly changed.

The light that had been surrounding Him began to condense, and fleshy phantoms grew between the bones. The hollow face of the skeleton gradually revealed the outline of facial features. In just a few breaths, Yu Sheng saw a familiar face.

That so-called "Holy Throne".

Yu Sheng's fall suddenly stopped. A powerful force suddenly stopped him in mid-air, and then he was pulled by this force to a hundred meters in front of the skeleton.

Yu Sheng didn't struggle; he just floated there quietly, watching the enormous creature before him.

That enormous face kept changing, sometimes appearing as a middle-aged man, sometimes as a young man, sometimes even changing gender, and then transforming from a white-haired old man into a boy with a tender face.

"It's not over yet..." the skeleton rumbled. "It's just a few setbacks... We will succeed, we will succeed sooner or later..."

Yu Sheng frowned, then suddenly realized something.

"You...you weren't completely controlled by this dark angel?!"

However, the enormous figure before them seemed not to hear Yu Sheng's words. It continued to mutter as if in a dream: "...It will succeed. The sacrifices and costs will surely be rewarded...We ask...I respond...We pray...I am satisfied..."

A question arose in Yu Sheng's mind, but before he could speak, he saw a scorching light suddenly surge throughout the entire space.

His body was burned to ashes almost instantly, and before he could die, he felt a tremendous force binding his soul, dragging his mind down toward the holy and majestic skeleton before him.

In an instant, a tidal wave of sound surged into his memory—

Those were the cries of billions, the wails of billions, the prayers of billions, the supplications of billions.

It was as if countless creatures were simultaneously crying out for help, and countless dying lives were seeking refuge.

He saw vague figures kneeling on the long steps, at the end of which stood a towering temple.

He saw a world being destroyed, and those hiding under the dome had nowhere to escape—some prayed day and night, hoping for a miracle to happen to the world.

But that world had no gods—no supernatural powers whatsoever.

Their church and faith are simply a cultural structure that has been passed down through thousands of years of tradition.

However, a miracle still happened.

In the brief period before the world's destruction, the laws of nature reached the end of their equilibrium, and mathematics and physics began to fail on a macroscopic level. At this moment, the order of all things was most easily rewritten and reshaped—and so, the prayers of billions of people to nothingness truly created a god in a world without supernatural power, one that conformed to their imagination.

This god only survives for 2.2 seconds in His home world.

This is the last "event" before the world's destruction.

Then, the world was destroyed.

The god, born in 2.2 seconds, didn't even have time to understand what was happening to the world and to himself—He hadn't even developed the concept of "I".

Yu Sheng's soul crossed that surging storm of spiritual energy and memories, falling like a drop of water into the vast spiritual existence of the Dark Angel.

However, this tiny "drop of water" cannot be contained by anything else. So Yu Sheng pierced through this "ocean" composed of the memories of dark angels, plunging all the way into the depths of death.

In the Wilderness of Souls, Luna, who was leading her knights to rest near the large bonfire and taking the opportunity to learn about the situation from her other sisters, suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up into the distance.

She saw a shooting star fall, leaving a trail of light in the dim sky as it veered diagonally toward the Crystal Tree.

A black-haired girl carrying a long spear stood up from the campfire in a flustered manner and hurriedly asked, "Sister Luna, what, what is that?"

Luna looked up for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Ah, it's nothing, Master has returned from the dead."

The surrounding female knights were completely stunned. After exchanging bewildered glances for a few seconds, one of them finally spoke up with a look of horror: "What...what do we do?"

“...A bow will suffice,” Luna said casually.

However, the next second, she suddenly realized that the situation seemed to be different from before.

The "meteor" fell straight into the canopy of the Crystal Tree.

A buzzing sound swept across the sky, and the next second, she saw countless large and small cracks suddenly open above the giant tree. Crystalline branches in the canopy began to grow wildly in an instant, surging and piercing into the cracks.

At the same time, in the Sacred Realm, at the Earth's core.

The turbulent radiance still lingers within the planet, and the "Holy Throne," now transformed into a radiant giant, still floats silently above the Gate of Eden, as if momentarily lost in a state of mental emptiness.

Countless, chaotic voices roared and surged within this body—voices from another world, from the pioneers who first landed on this planet, from the followers who sacrificed themselves over the centuries, and even from those who were dying on this planet, and those who had already died…

The troublesome angel hunter has been eliminated, but absorbing his tiny yet eerie soul into the aggregate seems to have been a mistake. That small mind stirred up an unexpected storm within the aggregate, and the chaotic thought fragments have yet to be reunified.

Fortunately, there is still time and opportunity.

The Gate of Eden is about to complete its final charging. Once this gate opens, infinite possibilities and a whole new world lie ahead, and everything will be alright.

The "Holy Throne" turned his head and glanced at the dark hole hanging alone at the core of the planet, but the next second, his expression showed some confusion.

And then what? What are we supposed to do next?

He was momentarily dazed, even somewhat confused about when the idea of ​​building this door had actually begun.

He couldn't even be sure where the idea came from—from those otherworldly beings trying to escape the apocalypse? From that "god" who only survived for 2.2 seconds? From that pioneering team that came to this dim star system 1000 years ago, determined to change this place?
Was this door built out of hope or despair?
Something seemed to be wriggling and growing inside the pitch-black hole.

The Holy See looked in that direction with a puzzled expression, tilting his head slightly.

A crack appeared in the darkness.

Then came more—cracks crisscrossed, like eyes rapidly opening, almost instantly covering the surface of the dark holes.

The cracks were filled with starlight that seemed to come from the far end of the universe, and each piece of starlight presented a strange scene of constant writhing and contraction.

"Varied……"

The Holy See only had time to utter a short cry of surprise before countless crystalline "vines" burst forth from the cracks!

This scene was like a crystallization storm. The crystalline branches that emerged from the Gate of Eden grew rapidly and split as they spread, as if long-suppressed energy had suddenly found an outlet. In an instant, they extended to the area around the "Holy Throne" (the Shadowless Skeleton), which was still in a state of spiritual chaos. Its sluggishness and dazedness made it almost unable to react. In just a moment, the crystalline substances wrapped around its limbs, then continued to tear and pile up, becoming more and more entangled and heavier and heavier.

The Holy Throne finally began to struggle violently, and surging holy light surged like giant waves within the planet, unleashing a deadly and scorching storm.

But the crystals extending from the boundary bridge seemed completely unaffected by this radiance, continuing to spread and grow steadfastly.

A face appeared on the surface of the "Gate of Eden"—surrounded by countless spatial rifts and crystalline vines, it was Yu Sheng.

"It's you!" The Holy See, finally regaining his spiritual composure in his rage, his eyes burning as he stared at the face on the Gate of Eden. "It's you again!"

“You built a boundary bridge—perfect, I have one too, and yours was built without a permit, while mine is the original factory with blueprints.”

Yu Sheng had a smile on his face.

“I’ve been puzzled by something for a while now: why my boundary bridge can never be ‘mature’, it’s always just a little bit short…”

"It turns out that a bridge needs two ends."

"Now, thank you for paving the way."

"I've come to kill you."

(End of this chapter)