Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

For example, that being that keeps extending its tentacles in.

Previously, Zhao Hao was fine here; he cut it in half with one stroke, and it fell down, wriggling and deforming like an octopus sashimi.

After Zhao Hao returned and was conferred the title of god, this thing was virtually untouchable. The only solution was to send out about thirty bronze warriors, in groups of ten, to take turns attacking and prevent the tentacles from reaching in.

At that moment, the psionic annihilation beam grazed the tentacles, changing their bizarre and colorful appearance into a silvery-white color that exuded a sense of holiness.

And this tentacle seemed to come alive, to have its own consciousness, and it started fighting with a small tentacle behind it out of control, and was about to twist the small tentacle off in the blink of an eye!

This is like someone reaching into a hole in the wall to retrieve something, only to be shone with a flashlight, and then their hand suddenly becomes unresponsive, even trying to break the fingers of their other hand.

……

There wasn't enough time to build the altar; after all, a hundred-meter-high altar couldn't be built in just a day or two.

There's still a war going on in the Psionic Sea!

Time is of the essence, so let's keep things simple.

Zhao Hao immediately kicked everyone out of the Pipi Shrimp Building and held the conferment ceremony on the top of the building.

Ascension amulets, Xerath's Ascension Ritual Notes, psionic base stations connecting to the internet to input psionic energy, and a magic mirror reflecting billions of players around the world gathering to pray.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, space trembled and tore apart, and countless streams of psionic energy descended from the sky, blowing against Zhao Hao's body like countless psionic blades, as if to tear him to shreds...

But Zhao Hao remained unmoved, treating it as if it were just a gentle breeze.

When the time was right, Zhao Hao took out something that looked like an imperial edict.

According to the Song Dynasty imperial family, this is a "fragment of the Investiture of the Gods"—definitely not the Investiture of the Gods from the mythological story.

In addition to getting all citizens into the fantasy game and building more than fifty psionic base stations, the Song Dynasty imperial family also provided this imperial edict of investiture.

Zhao Hao was conferred the title of "Emperor of Divine Might and Spiritual Protection of All Realms, Who Relieves Calamities and Subdues Demons"!

This is tantamount to using the national fortune of the Song Dynasty and the dragon energy of the Zhao family to endorse Zhao Hao.

When Zhao Hao's god-conferring ceremony began, the sea of ​​spiritual energy started to surge.

This is a good thing; active psionic energy is repairing that huge hole.

That is, assuming these monsters don't swarm into the hole. They must all be driven away before repairs can be sought.

As the conferment ceremony proceeded, all players' game imprints began to heat up and glow.

They all saw Zhao Hao performing the ceremony through the markings. They saw golden light falling from the sky like silk threads or rain, flowers blooming on the ground, beautiful singing filling the air, and a strange fragrance...

Countless invisible, shimmering rays of light emanated from the heads of everyone who was sincerely praying, then converged in the air to form countless orbs of light.

Zhao Hao's vision expanded beyond the entire world, revealing a strange array of beings crowding the hole in the psionic sea.

They were also fighting and killing each other, like a meat grinder. It was as if they were vying for a ticket to the game!

Inside the world, countless orbs of light rose from different continents, illuminating the entire world like a starry sky.

These clusters of light, representing beliefs, eventually converged and landed on the "imperial edict" in Zhao Hao's hand. They were then filtered again by the ascension talisman around his neck before finally entering Zhao Hao's body.

The entire Pipi Shrimp Building radiated golden light, like the sun in the sky, and Zhao Hao's figure was revealed in the golden light.

He wore the Pegasus Cloth, a golden Ascension Amulet around his neck, and the Prayer Scepter (the Wishing Lake Fairy's Staff, now in its divine evolution) slung across his back. In his right hand, he wielded the God-Slaying Blade, the Radiant Dragon (the Zanpakuto, the Radiant Dragon Moon, now in its divine evolution), and carried the Ring of Godhood (the Supreme Soul-Sealing Ring, now in its divine evolution). His left hand wore the Eternal Emperor Gauntlets (the Eternal Gauntlets, now in its divine evolution), and the Bottle of Eternity hung at his waist. Several glowing psionic gems floated around him. Below, the Pipi Shrimp Building had transformed into a rainbow bridge, and the illusory scenes behind him were dreams and miniature worlds…

Besides Zhao Hao himself, there was an orange figure floating beside him, standing upright on a cloud of yellow clouds, leaning on a salted fish cane.

Beneath him rode Dilu, a winged beast with a single horn on its head and flaming hooves. Looking around, it realized it had ascended to heaven, and its two large, protruding teeth flashed a lewd grin.

The mountains transformed into the land beneath the rainbow, with towering peaks stretching endlessly.

A crane soars overhead, its wings flapping, stirring up wind and fire.

Zhao Hao held a semi-transparent gel-like substance in his left hand, with two small eyes on it—it was Xiao Ruan.

A shadow fell beneath his feet, then transformed into a dog, baring its teeth and looking extremely ferocious. It was Wangcai.

Oh right, there's also a non-combat pet mascot, Ao Wu, which is wrapped around Zhao Hao's right arm, its dragon head proudly stroking its whiskers on Zhao Hao's shoulder.

A group of Minions, each dressed in their own costume, ran and jumped on the rainbow bridge at Lu's feet, having a great time.

This can be considered a family photo.

When Zhao Hao was conferred the title of god, his summoned creatures also ascended to heaven along with him.

Of course, Zhao Hao had prepared many cards suitable for upgrading them beforehand, and now it was a case of reaping the rewards of his accumulated efforts. They all became Silver!

Meanwhile, Zhao Hao's own strength was also constantly increasing, and his spiritual energy extended into the spiritual energy sea like a vast ocean, gaining power.

His eyes gleamed with golden flames; nothing in the world held any secret in his gaze. His extraordinary insight eye had transformed into the Eye of Truth, revealing the origins, past, and future of everything it saw.

His hands were wrapped in a psionic handprint, symbolizing his control over the cause and effect of all things and his ability to manipulate the fate of others at any time.

The Supreme Dragon-Capturing Hand can already move stars and the moon, move mountains and fill seas, and change the sun, moon and stars.

Thirteen layers of barriers spread from Zhao Hao's body, connecting to his spiritual energy sea, adding thirteen layers of protection to it. This protected the spiritual energy sea and completely sealed off the hole.

This is the domineering Thirteen Iron Wedding Dress Divine Skill, possessing omnipotence over space and boundaries. It symbolizes the ability to protect and bless all living beings.

In Zhao Hao's seven or eight cities in the underworld, nearly a million souls were praying for their city lord to become a god. At this moment, golden light descended from the void, scattering across the entire city and illuminating the eternally dark underworld.

The ability to accumulate rotting flesh is Zhao Hao's mastery of the rules of death. From now on, those who believe in Zhao Hao will not have their souls enter the underworld after death, but can enter Zhao Hao's dream through the nine cities of redemption for the dead, and enjoy peace and happiness.

Furthermore, each believer's death will increase Zhao Hao's spiritual power—one disciple, two benefits!

A silver halo shone behind Zhao Hao's head, flashing with images of countless mechanical structures.

That was Zhao Hao's mastery of the field of psionic machinery.

The H-28G evolution turret, along with various puppet-making techniques, android technology, and alchemical formulas, granted Zhao Hao relevant authority.

Electromagnetic rotation has gone a step further, and it has now mastered the rotation of the magnetic field of the entire world.

This allowed Zhao Hao's power perception to break through the Sea of ​​Spiritual Energy, enabling him to sense the vast void beyond it and perceive more powerful beings, strange gods, and species. It also granted him combat power surpassing that of a single world-class being.

"I have been deified, and now I control life and death, destiny, true knowledge, space, and evolution... Protect my followers across all realms, dispel calamities and difficulties, and ensure they never fall into evil paths..."

Zhao Hao stretched out his hand, and a giant palm with a diameter of thirty kilometers pierced through the sea of ​​spiritual energy and directly stuffed into the huge hole. The spiritual energy emitted boundless light and heat, forcefully swatting away the swarming void monsters.

The palm even extended into the sea of ​​psychic energy, and then an infinite attraction appeared in the palm, forming a psychic black hole in a few seconds, sucking in countless void monsters.

In the blink of an eye, the invasion of millions of void creatures vanished.

Sealing Wave Black Hole (Sealing Demon Wave God Evolution)!

Most of the dozen or so peering and probing gazes in the void immediately withdrew.

This world has been taken, and it's someone we can't afford to mess with.

Zhao Hao has accumulated a wealth of experience and has the support of billions of people worldwide. He became a Silver 5-star, half a step towards Gold, upon being promoted to Godhood!

However, resolving the problem of the hole in his psionic sea was by no means easy.

Because he had already foreseen the scene of the apocalypse in the near future.

That was an inevitable future that could not be stopped...

Chapter 529 Ideals Collapse, Doomsday Bell Tolls

Yes, the end of the world is inevitable.

Nothing is permanent, including our world.

The end of the world beneath our feet was already certain two thousand years ago.

Someone sold it for a good price.

Thousands of years ago, the Maya, who had contact with higher beings beyond Earth, had already predicted the time of the apocalypse through various means.

At the end of 2012, a great flood will occur again, extreme cold will sweep across the oceans, and the sun will not rise again after sunset...

This foretells the hatching of the cosmic egg beneath our feet.

No matter how much it's delayed, the egg will eventually hatch in 2012.

At least that's what they thought at the time. So much so that for thousands of years afterward, people with lofty ideals tried every possible method, but none of them could come up with a viable theory of salvation. Gradually, despair began to spread among the gods and sages.

Until two thousand years ago.

At that time, there was an extraordinary genius in the West who, at a young age, had only been aware of his spiritual abilities for a few years and had already reached the peak of Bronze 5-star.

For him, advancing to the Silver rank in the Investiture of the Gods was inevitable.

It could even be said that if he wanted to, he could become a god in a short period of time.

However, He was not content with this.

Because for life born from this cosmic egg, even silver and gold are a kind of constraint, even a kind of imprisonment.

After all, the purpose of this egg is to hatch, so an environment suitable for the emergence and reproduction of life was created on its surface.

And all things in this world, from the very beginning of their existence, have entered into a contract with this great egg.

The content is: the Cosmic Egg provides them with a place to live and reproduce, and their birth and death will eventually become the resources for the Cosmic Egg to hatch.

However, once humans distinguished themselves from primates and came into contact with and mastered psychic powers, they began to ponder.

The instinct for survival is universal among humans.

This should be considered one of the conspiracies of those extraterrestrial evil gods, because only by relying on these creations of this world can the hatching time of this cosmic egg be effectively delayed, allowing these "thieves" who came to steal and occupy more time to gain benefits.

Humanity's sages began to strive for the continuation of the race, generation after generation, leading to the formation of the Sea of ​​Spiritual Energy, the order and rule of the Underworld, the establishment of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and the separation of the inner and outer worlds...

But all of this can only delay, not prevent, the day of eventual hatching.

Those beings existing on this land, even those born gods, are nothing more than tiny bacteria parasitizing this egg. They cannot escape; their long, endless lives will ultimately perish with the hatching of the cosmic egg.

That genius, unwilling to become mere nourishment, died two thousand years later during the apocalypse when the cosmic egg hatched.

He already has a solution, or rather, someone before him has found a solution and put it into practice.

In the far east, an old man rode an ox out of the pass, and purple clouds stretched eastward for thirty thousand miles. He had opened up the path to the stars!

Before this, the strongest beings in this world were those of gold—the god-kings of various pantheons, who controlled the rules and authority of their respective realms. Yet, they were still unable to escape this world.

Less than a century after him, another extraordinary individual from the East saw through the essence of "the three realms are a burning house, and all living beings suffer," and also embarked on this path.

He, too, directly leaped from the peak of Silver to Gold, overcoming the obstacles of various gods and demons in the native Indian pantheon, attained enlightenment under the Bodhi tree, transcended the Three Realms, and ascended to the Star Realm.

The success of these two pioneers gave this genius hope.

Although the West, where he resides, is still subject to the oppression of the Roman, Greek, and even Persian and Egyptian pantheons, if he could emulate his two predecessors, he too could transcend the golden realm, escape this world, and attain true freedom!