Dangerous, just a hair away.

Kong Zhi's divine source was not activated after all, and the golden Buddha light on his body dimmed.

"Swish!"

Seven swords return to the body.

Zhang Ruochen put away the Anti-God Monument, came to the opposite side of Kong Zhi, and slapped it out with one palm. Suddenly, the originally indestructible golden divine body shattered with a snap and turned into a pile of golden, glass-like fragments.

Only a fist-sized hot divine source and thirteen relics were left, suspended in mid-air.

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers on the divine source, and closed his eyes to sense it.

After a while, he shook his head slightly.

Then, Zhang Ruochen opened his palms, grabbed the thirteen relics, and felt them again.

This time, some pictures finally appeared in my mind.

In the picture, the complete Anti-God Monument stands on the top of a sacred mountain.

Under the Anti-God Monument, there are powerful figures standing one after another. They have different appearances and come from different races. At the same time, there are more such powerful figures flying towards the sacred mountain in a steady stream.

It's like a party and a solemn ceremony.

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen trembled all over, and his mind was in splitting pain. The figures in the picture were like fireballs, burning his holy soul and mental power, making it impossible for him to continue exploring.

"The gods are gathering. There are monks and Taoists, monsters and demons, and dragons. They are against the gods, against the gods. Why are they against the gods? They should all be gods themselves. They can't rebel against themselves, right?"

While Zhang Ruochen was deep in thought, the roar of two strange dragon-like beasts came from below.
Chapter completed!