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By then, if the ancient god of space suddenly revived and logged in from another place to play on his behalf, he would have room to turn around and fight back, so he would not be too passive.

Who said our fifth brother is just stupid? Well, all this was not actually what Lu Wenwu intended.

He is just a reckless man, how could he have thought of so many tricks up his sleeve?

What was ahead was what he really wanted.

The latter part is actually filled in by the Lord of Destiny himself after he got some information. No, it’s his interpretation!

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More than a month later, at the bottom of the sea.

The huge cocoon woven by countless shadows has broken open.

After devouring the God of the Sun, the God-killer Daisy became even stronger and felt extremely shocked.

She felt the power of the ancient god!

That is the authority that belongs to the true God of this world!

Looking at the translucent light screen in front of her and the various data listed on it, the God Slayer Daisy's eyes changed from shock to confusion in just a moment.

She had never felt that the laws of space were so clear in her eyes.

It's a very special feeling.

It was as if there was a half-open door in front of me.

Just give the door a slight push and it will open by itself.

As long as he takes one more step forward and passes through it, he will be able to step into the realm of immortals and gods and ascend to the upper realm.

But she didn't want to.

In her heart, the God of Space is supreme.

As a servant of God, how could I be worthy enough to stand on the same level as the eternal master in her heart?

Therefore, Daisy was unwilling to become a god.

This is true even though she already possessed this ability, and might even be the first indigenous NPC in this world to possess the ability to ascend.

“Is this the world in my Lord’s eyes?”

The God Slayer Daisy curiously took out a "relic" left by the former God of Space from the storage space. The translucent light curtain suddenly changed, and a series of instructions popped up.

"I am still not a god, but I already possess some of the power of a true god."

Suddenly, Daisy seemed to remember something, and rushed out of the side hall of the God of Devouring the Sun like crazy, and walked quickly towards the widest central hall.

She just walked quickly like a mortal, without mobilizing any of her own strength.

This was part of the former temple of the God of Space, and it was also the place where she had lived for a full 120,000 years.

Once upon a time, this was the most sacred, glorious and lively place in the world.

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Countless powerful cultivators bowed before the throne of the God of Space and offered their piety and fanaticism.

But now, nothing is left.

All that was left was the empty hall and those cold statues.

In the heyday of mythology, each statue represented an extremely powerful believer in the God of Space, a dazzling cultivator who could attract the attention of countless immortals and gods.

Today, their statues still remain here.

The men who used to get drunk, sing, and fight on the battlefield have long since disappeared without a trace.

The swords that soar into the sky are still shining with golden light, trying to explain the glorious achievements of the owner of this place to every visitor.

That is the trophy for the strongest player in the Immortal God Challenge, and it is the proof of the pinnacle of military power in this world.

But now, they can prove nothing except being buried in the depths of the sea along with this once glorious temple.

Daisy passed through the spotlessly clean main hall and came to the largest side hall.

Ancient machines handed down from mythological times are placed here.

To this day, they are still so majestic and extraordinary, as if they are immortal.

Daisy looked at the half-collapsed outer wall of the temple, and at the dome that was supported by a magic array to prevent the sea water from leaking in, and her eyes were filled with tears.

It wasn't always like this.

This is one of the core side halls of the entire temple, named the Logistics Department by the Color of Space himself.

Compared to the wild and domineering names given by other immortals to their side halls, the Logistics Department seems so ordinary.

When Ragnarok arrived and the God of Space disappeared, the originally magnificent Logistics Department gradually became what it is today.

It’s not that the former believers of the God of Space didn’t cherish it.

On the contrary, not long after the God of Space disappeared, this place still maintained the prosperity of the mythological era.

Precious elixirs and potions seemed endless, valuable magic weapons filled the boxes containing the armory, and the mined spirit stones and jade almost piled up into a small mountain.

Under the leadership of Daisy Time and Space Storm, everything was in order and flourishing.

They did everything they could to make the best of it.

It was just like when the God of Space usually went into seclusion.

But this time, after the God of Space disappeared, he never appeared again.

Even on the day of the beast tide that had lasted for 100,000 years, the God of Space still did not appear.

The temple core in the center of the temple remained silent, and one divine defense after another was broken.

The array masters were so anxious that they scratched their heads, and even risked being wiped out by approaching the dark core of the temple, but there was no way to activate it.

Not to mention repairing the powerful divine formation that only the God of Space can set up to protect the safety of the temple.

Without the God of Space to coordinate, all defenses seemed so pale.

The devout believers are dying in battle and the magnificent temples are collapsing.

By the time the beast tide subsided on its own for some unknown reason, large areas of the former space temple had already been reduced to ruins.

The condition of the buildings closest to the main hall is not optimistic either, and they are barely maintaining their position and not collapsing.

The surviving believers tried their best to rebuild the temple and restore it to its original appearance.

However, when they actually started to do it, they found that it was impossible to do it at all.

They tried very hard to restore everything to its original state, but in the end they achieved nothing.

No matter how finely they made the bricks and stones, and no matter how perfectly they cut the stones, they could not restore the temple to its original state as it was in the mythical era.

It is like an old man with one foot half in a coffin.

It was obvious that he would soon die if he continued like this, but he still stubbornly refused all changes and rejected the believers' requests for repairs.

He just lived out his remaining life alone in his twilight years, gradually moving towards the grave.

After the beast tide ended without the help of gods to resist, some believers of the God of Space survived, but they just survived.

When the huge and heavy alchemy furnace can no longer refine any elixirs, and when the spiritual vein that is like a miniature mountain can no longer produce spiritual stones and spiritual jade, everything will begin.

The believers tried every possible means, but the machine that used to be as obedient as a dog in the hands of the God of Space just couldn't be started.

They have the world's highest level of auxiliary forces and the world's highest level of production machinery, but they cannot even produce a tube of the lowest quality therapeutic agent.

They tried to make their own alchemy furnace and use the same medicinal materials to refine medicine.

However, they used exactly the same technique as before and used a furnace with exactly the same structure, but what they produced was only a ball of gray-black charcoal.

They tried to pry open the miniature mountain and take out the spiritual jade and spiritual stones from it.

The God of Space once said that there were at least ten top-grade spiritual veins sealed here.

But even though all the powerful magic weapons in the arsenal were destroyed by their attack, they still failed to leave even the slightest trace on them.

The God of Space disappeared, and these powerful priests who seemed omnipotent in the past seemed to have become a group of useless people.

There is a treasure mountain but no one can enter it.

He could only starve to death holding on to the golden kitchen utensils and the food in the locked warehouse.

In despair, Daisy Space Storm watched helplessly as her companions died from old age, passed away due to lack of elixirs, or died from severe injuries.

The longevity pills and breakthrough stones that seemed to be free of charge in the past have now become completely non-renewable resources.

She was madly researching the techniques that could extend one's life, trying to uncover the secret of the elixir of longevity.

But all this is in vain.

"Hold on, hold on a little longer! My Lord will definitely come back! He will!"

Daisy Spacetime Storm held the skinny hand of one of her companions, took out the last remaining spirit stone and placed it in his palm, hot tears dripping down her cheeks onto the ground.

She didn't know how many of her companions she had said this to.

So many that even she couldn't remember them all.

The old man lying in the temple with Daisy holding his right hand was once one of the most powerful warriors under the God of Space. He was tall, mighty, and suave.

But now, his face is haggard, and he looks like an ordinary old man who is about to die, with a head full of white hair.

The body of the powerful man who could blast a near-god with a wave of his hand has become skinny due to the lack of sufficient spiritual energy. Even his star-like eyes have turned turbid.

"I firmly believe that this day will come," he said with a smile.

Just as glorious as ever.

Standing in front of the dark alchemy furnace, the God Slayer Daisy once again recalled the night when her last companion died.

Tears blurred her vision, making everything in front of her seem less real.

It seemed as if there was a group of powerful believers waving at her excitedly and cheering for the high priest's breakthrough.

Daisy recalled the actions of the God of Space and imitated him clumsily, waving her hand gently beside the alchemy furnace.

The familiar translucent light curtain suddenly jumped.

The recipes of precious medicines and elixirs are listed on it, countless blank production lines are available for distribution, and huge amounts of precious medicinal materials are available for use.