I, Lord of Prayer

The entire abyss descended into boundless chaos. Zhou Chen traversed between hellish planes, his face ashen.

The Abyss is the corpse of the Twisted Lord, and the sacrifices of the Kings of Hell seem to have truly brought the Twisted Lord back to life.

However, the strength of the resurrected corpse was not as terrifying as Zhou Chen had imagined. The God of Order and the Lord of Twistedness were both creators and supreme gods, omniscient and omnipotent, transcending time, space, energy and matter, and above the multidimensional universe. With a single thought, they could create or destroy an infinite multiverse, making them stronger than imagined.

The pressure exerted by the resurrected entity is indeed terrifying, but it is by no means invincible.

The God of Order and the Lord of Twistedness perished together, so they should be completely dead; otherwise, they would have been resurrected long ago. Therefore, what is being awakened by the ritual is merely a wisp of "instinct" existing within the corpse, not the "consciousness" of the Lord of Twistedness—a world of difference.

If the "consciousness" of the Twisted Lord were to be revived, He could return in full force in an instant, plunging the main universe and even the infinite multiverse into chaos and distortion.

"Destroying the remaining sacrificial sites might quell 'instinct'..."

Zhou Chen's mind raced. Now that he had tens of millions of wish points, destroying the sacrificial site remotely was not difficult.

"No... The Blood Kingdom's sacrificial sites are guarded by demigods, and the rest of the places must also have them. Even if a supernova explosion is triggered, it will be difficult to destroy the sacrificial site under the protection of a demigod... If we can't destroy the sacrificial site, then let's try to cut off the direction of the ritual..."

Time waits for no one. A dazzling and solemn crown shone above Zhou Chen's head, and his authority was in motion.

"I hope the target of the ritual will be blurred."

As soon as the words were spoken, the dark source energy erupting from the seven sacrificial sites suddenly became chaotic. The direction of the ritual became blurred and no longer accurately pointed to the Lord of Twistedness. The massive calamity surged towards the bottom of the abyss one moment and towards the desolate ancient and dangerous land the next, wandering aimlessly in the abyss and constantly eroding away.

It's like a program having a serious bug that prevents it from running properly.

Seeing that his plan had succeeded, Zhou Chen hadn't even had time to breathe a sigh of relief when a chill ran through him from the depths of his soul, and the approaching death engulfed him like a viscous tide.

"Buzz!!!!"

A chaotic cacophony, like a thunderclap, suddenly exploded in Zhou Chen's soul. He coughed up a mouthful of blood, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Amidst the endless noise, Zhou Chen understood the meaning conveyed by the sound.

"A miracle..."

In a daze, Zhou Chen suddenly looked up and saw a dark storm sweeping in from outside dozens of hellish planes. It was the "Instinct" that had been resurrected from the corpse of the Twisted Lord. Like a hungry wolf that had spotted its prey, it rushed in recklessly, crushing all the hellish planes in its path into dust. The entire abyss was thrown into a vast turbulent wave.

At this moment, everyone clearly felt the fluctuations emanating from the dark storm—

—An inexplicable excitement!

"They're coming for me?!"

Zhou Chen instantly felt ice-cold all over his body. The hot blood flowing in his veins lost its temperature, and the light of his soul was about to be extinguished. The next moment, a terrifying distortion and aberration erupted from his body.

Immediately afterwards, a warmth enveloped him, and his body and soul rapidly warmed up. The twisting of his limbs and soul burned and boiled in the flames. The blazing sun overhead shone on the earth, and the sun god Noah descended with his authority, shielding him from the invisible onslaught of the dark storm.

Then, a dazzling sword light slashed across the abyss, cutting off space and freezing everything in the world, forming a light curtain that temporarily blocked the dark storm.

The strength of the God of War is evident.

"Quick, bring out more True Gods!" Noah's somewhat disheveled voice rang in Zhou Chen's ears. The situation was very bad. The Twisted Lord's "Instinct" was too powerful, instantly turning the tide. If the Star Alliance hadn't had some trump cards, something terrible would have happened.

The surging flames instantly burned away the distortions in the body and soul. Zhou Chen immediately activated his authority and unleashed a great miracle.

On the battlefield of the Abyss, amidst the chaos of war, the six demigods looked up and saw a miraculous light descending from the sky.

Boom! Divine energy shook the abyss as six demigods pushed open the gates of the divine forbidden zone, achieving godhood.

That's not all. Zhou Chen currently has tens of millions of wish points, enough to forcefully push even those who aren't demigods who are just one step away from becoming true gods onto the path of true gods.

A magnificent roar resounded once more, and two more demigods were granted divine status in a great miracle, ascending to godhood on the spot.

Zhou Chen's action further drove the Twisted Lord's "instincts" to madness. A cacophony of demonic sounds echoed through the abyss, transforming into a ravaging roar that tormented eardrums and souls: "Miracle... Miracle... Miracle! Miracle!!! Miracle, miracle, miracle!!!!!!!!!"

Even with the protection of the Sun God, Zhou Chen still experienced tinnitus and dizziness, feeling as if his soul was being torn apart by the sound.

The Twisted Lord's corpse possessed such a deep "instinct" for the Light of Miracles...

boom!

The brilliant sword light that had blocked the dark storm was blasted through, and the Twisted Lord's "Instinct" rushed towards Zhou Chen. However, the next second, a burst of intense light erupted, and Zhou Chen disappeared from his spot, appearing on an unknown planet—he had been sent out of the abyss by Noah.

A few seconds later, the azure sky suddenly darkened, a dark storm arose, and the Twisted Lord's "Instinct" came after them!

The intense light shone again, and Zhou Chen returned to the abyss.

"Looks like it's decided on you," came Noah's helpless voice.

Zhou Chen gritted his teeth and quickly made a decision: "You take me around and drag it away. After the others have dealt with the enemy, we can focus our fire on it and kill it."

He just created eight true gods. Even without Noah, the number of true gods is still far ahead. The trump card of the Kings of Hell is the "instinct" to summon the Twisted Lord. As long as it is lured away, the war of gods will be a foregone conclusion.

However, the Kings of Hell also saw this and attacked Zhou Chen directly, preventing Noah from leading him away with the Twisted Lord's "Instinct".

Chaotic fire, crimson sea of ​​blood, silent abyss, metal swarms... countless attacks came crashing down, brutally ravaging the real world and the conceptual spirit realm.

boom!

The war of the gods has broken out again.

The Chaos Realm constructed by the King of Chaos was breached by the Lord of Storms and Oceans with Thunder Punishment; the Blood Lord's Bloodletting Technique was purified by the Goddess of Life with Eternal Blessing; and the Void Black Hole created by the Ancient Darkness was neutralized by the Sun God's Supernova Explosion...

In an instant, countless clashes broke out, and the scene descended into complete chaos. Noah was blocked and unable to take Zhou Chen away immediately, which led to the Twisted Lord's "instinct" entering the battlefield.

In an instant, the God of War stood in front of the Twisted Lord's "instinct," and the God-Slaying Blade appeared in his hand, slashing forward.

As the god of war, the larger the scale of the war, the greater the power he can obtain. Now, the scale of this world-shaking war has reached a level unprecedented in history, and the authority of the god of war has been infinitely enhanced. After grasping the god-slaying blade that wields "killing," "struggle," and "resistance," this great power has already reached an unimaginable level.

A dazzling sword light swept across, its sharpness unmatched, forcefully blocking the advance of the Twisted Lord "Instinct". However, a resounding clang echoed across the battlefield, and the God of War's figure retreated rapidly, with several barely perceptible nicks appearing on the God-Slaying Blade.

"I can only hold it off for a while. I need to find a way to leave." A calm, steady voice rang in Zhou Chen's ears.

The God of War can only hold them off for a while, and even that might not be enough to kill the Kings of Hell. Once He can't hold them off any longer, I'm basically done for. The Twisted Lord's "Instinct" has me pinpointed, and it won't stop until it kills me. No matter where I run, it will find me...

In a life-or-death situation, one cannot place one's hopes on others.

Then there's only one way left.

Zhou Chen's gaze calmed down, and he made up his mind.

"Help me block them for a bit."

"What are you trying to do?" came the King of Music's voice.

"Ascension to Godhood".

Zhou Chen exhaled, and a crown containing infinite beauty lit up above his head, making the "instinct" of the Twisted Lord even more violent.

Unmoved, he entered the prayer space, where the white mist that permeated the entire divine kingdom surged violently and gradually coalesced into a human shape.

That was Zhou Chen himself.

—My past self.

The power of miracles is incredible; using the wishing space as a medium, he summoned projections from the distant past across the river of time.

The two men stared at each other, one with a determined look, the other with a weariness that seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

"Zhang Tao has already conveyed my warning. Have you thought it through?" Zhou Chen asked calmly, his eyes tired.

"Mm." Zhou Chen nodded, needing no further explanation.

Thus, reality and illusion merge into one, and the erased life reappears at this moment.

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