On the boundless earth, under the gaze of all beings, the mountain of divine punishment that killed sinners did not stop there, but continued to fall straight down to the earth below.

In the seat of the gods that followed him, a cyan figure stood up suddenly. But halfway through the hand, it stopped.

Deter? How to stop it?

In his eyes, the shadow of the sacred mountain that will fall seems illusory, but it contains infinite power, once it falls, the creatures in a radius of thousands of miles will be crushed into powder.

Is this anger, is it implication, is it a demonstration to sentient beings? Is it really necessary to get to this point?

No, none of this matters anymore, because the moment the figure makes a move, the result is already predestined. He couldn't dissuade him, he couldn't dissuade him, and he didn't have a position to dissuade him......

He sat back in his original position, looking around, the familiar faces of the past. At this moment, he felt that under the face full of divine awe, there was an indescribable hideousness and violence......

Are the so-called sentient beings just ants......

For some reason, at this moment, a face suddenly appeared in his mind.

That's what he'd seen a few days ago, a face that dared to look at the gods on top of him and argue with reason. Although it was only a mortal woman who had passed away, he felt an inexplicable power from that small body......

It was a different kind of 'power' than the so-called level of strength, and even if he looked back on it now, he had a little respect for it, but ......

For the many 'companions' around him, it is just a worthless and even irritating disobedience......

Maybe it's time for me to leave. Although His Excellency has been kind to me, my service over the years is enough to repay his kindness......

While he was still spinning around that kind of thought, the mountain of divine punishment was about to fall completely. Seeing that the next moment is the collapse of thousands of miles of land, and the flesh and blood of hundreds of millions of living beings will be turned into mud. Although he knew that this was just self-deception, he still closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to witness such a 'cruel' scene......

However, the next moment, he realized that something was wrong.

It's quiet, it's too quiet, no, it's just nothingness!

He opened his eyes suddenly, but there was still only 'pitch black' in his field of vision!

This 'darkness' obscured his vision, shielded his hearing, and covered all his perceptions. In his spiritual will, the world in front of him was only a void 'pitch black'......

Unable to see its color, unable to hear its voice, unable to distinguish its shape, all the divine power, all kinds of means, seem to have become a powerless joke at this moment.

What's going on!? What happened!? Why the hell is this happening!?

Your Excellency!? What about the gods!? Could it be that I have fallen for some kind of calculation!? Who is it!? How!?

At this moment, an irrepressible fear surged out from the bottom of my heart, it was the fear of the unknown, and the overwhelm of the incomprehensible.

At this moment, he seemed to understand how those mortals felt when they faced the punishment of panic.

It is in the face of the irresistible, irresistible, and incommunicable existence, the spontaneous despair, powerlessness, and even madness......

And the indescribable 'darkness' in front of him is the 'unknown' that he can't even the gods understand.

Divine power, useless, innate law, invalid, artifact relic, missing, attendant......

No, no, no, no......

All the means that can be thought of have been powerless in the face of this 'darkness'. Even he seems to be being ......

He jerked his hand up, and although he couldn't see it, he could still sense his body's presence. But this perception is gradually becoming blurred, and the limbs are slowly losing sensation...

No, limbs? Did you have a distinction between limbs? No, what was I supposed to be......

No!!! Wrong!!!!!!

Just when he was about to be oppressed by the darkness in front of him to the point of almost madness, a voice suddenly came out of the 'pitch blackness' that had been nothing.

At this moment, it seemed to him that the sudden sound was simply heavenly. It pierced the void, broke the silence, made the darkness of the original ignorance and unknown distinguishable, and also stopped him from being swallowed up by nothingness.

I only heard the voice coming slowly, as if hanging high in the sky, but it spread all over the world, telling and conveying the ancient myth, the past, and the present. Through the past, through the future:

"Zhongshan has a god, its eyes are obscure, and its vision is clear......"

As soon as the words fell, a candle light lit out of the void and shone in all directions. At this moment, the erosion of nothingness seemed to be terminated, and he gradually regained the perception of his body and self, and then all kinds of divine powers and laws were also restored to mastery again, as if he had not left him from the beginning......

And as the voice fell, a clear bell rang with it. In the light of the candlelight, a figure slowly walked out of the layered darkness.

Dressed in red and white, holding a long night lantern in his hand, his sleeves fluttering, as if heaven and man were in the dust......

"Don't drink, don't eat, don't sleep, blow for winter ......"

Suddenly, a fierce cold wind howled, enveloping the heavens and the earth. It was an uncontrollable cold. It doesn't matter what kind of gods and spirits, the strength is high. Nothing can withstand the sudden cold. Looking at the past, everything is stained with frost.

In the eyes of the cyan figure, the surrounding gods were also shivering from the sudden fall of the 'winter', and they were no longer the high-minded appearance they once had.

At this moment, they once again turned into 'mortal dust', no different from all beings in heaven and earth!

And what made him chill in his heart was that among the many figures covered by frost, there were some 'gods' who couldn't bear the cold and wailed and fell directly......

Suddenly, his gaze froze in one direction. There, it was originally a majestic throne surrounded by year-round billowing lava and smoke, accumulating an aura of endless calamity and destruction. But at this moment, the volcano that lasted all year round was completely covered with ice and snow, and many fire spirits that were ravaging the earth wailed and extinguished one after another, and the crimson figure sitting on the throne also let out a final wail, cutting off all breath......

Gods, have fallen......

It's so simple, it's so easy......

And this is not just one, and it is not the last......

His heart grew colder and colder, and at the same time, he vaguely guessed what was going on.

This is a clash of laws!

If this cold winter is an irresistible 'rule', even a god like him must shiver in the cruel cold like a mortal. Then for those gods who are in conflict with the cold and cold in nature, this is the sickle of life, the arrival of despair.

Can a flame that has been extinguished still be called a flame? Can a volcano that has been completely frozen still be called alive?

It's an irresistible 'rule'! It is the 'providence' that reduces these gods to the equivalent of mortals! And in the face of Providence, their gods have only obedience!

But no matter what he thought, and what the many gods who gathered here thought, the figure of the high sky walking down did not have the slightest intention of stopping, and with the sound of clear bells one after another, she seemed to be telling the long history, and as if she was praising the boundless majesty:

"Call for the Summer ......"

The cold wind dissipated, the heat came, and the change of winter and summer was completed in this instant. It was an irresistible heat, a rise, an expansion, and an ablation. Although it doesn't seem to be as cruel as the cold winter, it's just as irresistible and irreversible.

In this boundless heat, the ice and snow melted, the water rose, and with it, one by one the 'gods' who rebelled against their nature fell. Either the source is severely damaged, or the figure dissipates. And those gods who were lucky enough to be unharmed were all overwhelmed by boundless fear and terror at this time, for fear that the next sentence would be their turn......

"Breath is the ...... of the wind"

The long wind blew and dissipated the scorching summer days, but it could not dissipate the fear in the hearts of the gods who gathered here.

As the figure holding the lantern walked out step by step, they finally saw the face of the red and white figure.

The eyes are like the night sky, the skin is like white jade, and the steps are like a shock......

It was a celestial being, a witch, and a 'mortal' who had been judged on a high earth......

That's impossible!!!

The moment they saw the figure, there was only one thought left in the minds of the gods. But no matter how reluctant they were to admit it, the figure still didn't stop its pace and words.

As she made a clear sound step by step, the layers of 'pitch black' behind her gradually converged and evolved, until they turned into Dao 'clouds' that spread across the sky. And in the heavy cover of the 'clouds', a long and winding figure is gradually revealed......

"Thousands of miles long, in the east of the boundless......"

Under the flickering candlelight, a sinuous figure enveloping the heavens and the earth appeared in front of all beings, holding the candle flame in their mouths, shining in all directions......

"It's called, Candle Dragon."

…… To be continued......