The dead air of the Wicked Land grew stronger by the day, and at first the gods were reluctant to return to the body to find out, but when the skeletons inside grew stronger day by day, they no longer had the courage to explore.

On this day, the gray mist began to change color, and the color became darker and darker.

At the same time, the death intent of the evil land also contracted inward at this moment, and darkness descended. Everything here is completely blocked.

Whether it was the Eternal Crystal on the Holy Mountain or the Demon Crystal in the hands of the Void Lord, after the darkness descended on the evil land, it lost its image sense.

The Void Lord tried to search the evil land directly with his divine thoughts, but an existence as strong as his realm could not penetrate it.

Darkness envelops the place of evil, sealing everything in it.

No one knows what's going on inside, and no one wants to try to touch the taboo inside.

……

And so it was a long, long time later, and a new Eternal World Seed was born on top of the World Tree.

This seed is as perfect as its predecessor.

For the previous seed of the eternal world has been destroyed. So, the gods named this new seed hope.

The shell of hope, strong and indestructible.

No matter how many means the gods use. It will never be able to break through its shell, and in this way, it will never be able to become a new world.

Hope, and then despair.

Until one day, a god who was expelled for violating the taboo of the sacred mountain picked up a sword while wandering on the edge of the divine realm.

This deity was originally a sword god, and he immediately noticed the difference in this sword.

He had never seen such a perfect sword in the Eternal God Domain, the sword light was divine and noble on one side, and dark and dark on the other side, exuding evil belonging to demons.

This sword has the divinity of a god and the demonic nature of a demon at the same time, and it has achieved a perfect balance.

What shocked the gods the most was that he actually sensed the existence of life inside this sword.

This puzzled him, how could such a powerful divine sword be lost?

And whose soul is imprisoned in the sword?

The god could not touch the hilt of the sword with his own hands, for he felt that he was not worthy to hold the sword.

His longevity is short, and his divinity is about to be extinguished.

The sins of youth have also been redeemed for countless millennia.

When he was dying, the most he wanted to do was to return to the Holy Mountain, kneel before the World Tree and repent, and hope that after his death. Souls can rest on the World Tree.

But he knew that if he had no merit, he would never be forgiven by the gods.

The holy mountain was within reach, but he was not qualified to climb it.

And if he can bring this sword back to the Holy Mountain, he is definitely worthy of the forgiveness of the gods. This sword is too powerful to cut through darkness and bring dawn.

Unfortunately, he couldn't hold the hilt of the sword, so he couldn't bring it back to the Holy Mountain.

The banished deity stayed by the sword's side, touching the sword with his divine thoughts day after day, trying to establish a connection with the spirit imprisoned in the sword's body.

However, the sword was impregnable and cut off from everything.

The gods could not get the help of the man in the sword, so they had to figure it out on their own.

In the end, the gods really thought of a way, the sword qi was too strong, the dignity was unparalleled, and no one could be the master of the sword.

He knew that he was not qualified to hold a sword for eternity, but he was qualified to be the enemy of this sword.

So the banished deity faced the tip of the sword with his body. Pierced the sword into his own heart.

In this way, the deity took the sword and walked towards the holy mountain step by step.

Everywhere he passed, the blood of the gods turned into golden lotus flowers.

Finally, the banished deity came to the foot of the sacred mountain with his sword and looked up at the World Tree.

Other gods discovered him and came to stop him.

However, when the gods saw the sword on his body, they instantly understood his purpose and opened a passage for him.

The banished gods climbed the holy mountain, under the gaze of the gods.

From the edge of the Divine Domain to the Holy Mountain of the Divine Domain, his body was carrying a sword and bleeding, and his vitality had long been lost.

In fact, he had already died under the holy mountain, and it was his will and soul that supported him on his way to the holy mountain.

When the banished deity finally reached the top, his will was almost exhausted.

He knelt reverently under the World Tree. Using the last of his soul power, he pulled out the perfect sword in his chest and plunged it into the ground.

The vitality is exhausted, the will is exhausted, and the soul is exhausted.

Just when the gods thought he was going to fall. Suddenly, a crystal green light was projected from above the World Tree.

The green glow shrouded the gods, quickly repairing his wounded soul and body.

It didn't take long for the banished deity's power to return to its prime. The gods were amazed by this, and so was the banished god.

He came here only to cleanse his sins and redeem his soul, but he did not expect to be blessed by the World Tree.

"Are you guilty?" A voice rang out from above the World Tree.

The gods looked up and saw a fairy in a green veil falling down from the tree.

The fairy had a pair of sparkling eyes, and the light overflowed the sockets. She has delicate white skin. Born with a rune texture.

Her ears were sharp and long, and she could listen to all the worlds.

The gods recognized her identity and knew that she was a fairy messenger who grew on the World Tree, and that her words represented the will of the World Tree.

"Ask for forgiveness from the World Tree." The banished deity knelt on the ground and said reverently.

"You and your Protoss are guilty of unforgivable sins, because you have failed to protect the sword soul born from the World Tree, disgraced the World Tree, and plunged the entire Eternal God Domain into war and strife. However, you now have a chance to atone for your sins. The elven messenger said.

"Please also ask the messenger for guidance."

"Draw the sword of perfection on the ground. Cut through the seed of the eternal world. If you can do so, you and your Protoss will regain their glory on the Holy Mountain, and you will be crowned King of the Gods. “

"What if I fail?" The banished deity asked again.

"If you fail, the Holy Mountain will not collect your bones, and your soul will not be able to rest on the World Tree."

"Why?"

"Because if you fail, the World Tree will also be destroyed by the Void Lord, and the Divine Domain will become a paradise for demons."

Hearing the words of the elven messenger, the banished god was shaken.

He didn't expect that the elven envoy would actually put all the heavy responsibility of guarding the World Tree on him.

At this time, he had already guessed that the seed of the eternal world that the elven envoy wanted him to cut was hope, and only by cutting through its shell could he bring true hope to the divine domain.

"I'm not qualified to be the master of this sword, why should I leave this matter to me?" The banished deity asked.

"No one else can do it but you, because it is your cause and effect. He died because of you, and he will live because of you! “

The words of the elven messenger were like a thunderbolt, instantly illuminating the sea of consciousness of the gods.

He finally understood who the imprisoned soul in the sword body belonged to. It was the sword soul back then!

Thinking of this, the banished deity did not hesitate any longer, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and pulled it out. With all your strength, a seed that slashes into the eternal world!

I heard a loud earthquake, and the sky collapsed.

The holy mountain trembled, and the tree of the world fell countless fallen leaves.

The brilliant light produced by the violent collision of the Sword of Perfection and the Seed of the Eternal World. It burned the eyes of the gods and lit up the entire realm of the gods.

After a momentary eruption, the sacred mountain fell into a dead silence again.

There was no sound in the silence, only the boundless falling leaves.

This silence lasted for a long time. Until a soft click came from the body of the sword, like a shackle being broken.

Then there was another crisp sound, and a crack formed in the shell of the indestructible Eternal World Seed.

As soon as the crack was generated, a swift soul poured into the World Seed from the sword body, taking all the vitality and creation of the World Seed for its own use.

The gods watched in amazement at what was happening in front of them, they didn't know who the spirit belonged to, only that the elven messenger didn't stop it, so they remained silent.

Another green light was projected from above the World Tree, covering the World Seed.

Then, the seed of the world has taken root and sprouted at a speed visible to the naked eye, giving birth to a bud.

Listen, it's the sound of a flower blooming.

There was a man sitting cross-legged among the stamens.

looks just like the sword soul back then, but a handsome man who has experienced vicissitudes.

The man was sleeping, as if he would be sleeping for another 10,000 years.

However, the moment the darkness of the Evil Land converged into a whirlpool, the man opened his eyes.

He stood up and reached out with a gesture, and the perfect sword was in his hand.

He then walked with his sword to the Wicked Lands.

At the same time, there is also a woman in the dark vortex of the Evil Lands, walking towards the Holy Mountain.

The woman had black hair and black eyes, was dressed in black, and dragged a long knife in her hand that was extremely disproportionate to her figure.

Whether it is the gods on the Holy Mountain or the Void Lord on Alcatraz Island, they all lock their divine thoughts on men and women.

They all wanted to know what would happen once the two of them met, and what would they bring to the Divine Domain.

Men and women alike walk slowly, but no matter how far they go, there is a time to finish.

Finally, the two saw each other and walked up to each other.

The woman's face was indifferent, but there was joy in her eyes that could not be hidden.

In the end, this joy still flowed down, converging into a pear vortex smile.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.