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Su Ming'an's Sword of Destiny, Immortal's Talisman, and Eye of the Old Days resonated simultaneously.

Most of the energy from The World of Old Days needed to be used in the tug-of-war with Dieying, leaving little energy for Su Ming'an. But he had plenty of energy—all collected by his own hand along the way.

Tina, Lusi, Yang Jiayu, Wang Mingming, Yang Qi, Hei Que, Grandma Lin, Tao Meng, Alice...

One after another, the figures floated in his palm, their joys, sorrows, loves, hates, and desires... merging into streams of luminous blue, making the Sword of Destiny gleam brightly.

They seemed to have left long ago, yet it was as if they had never left.

In addition, the Deity gifted Su Ming'an with energy preserved for thousands of years.

The luminous blue currents circled like a galaxy around the golden white blade, climbing up Su Ming'an's arm. He stared intently at these figures, images flashing through his mind...

They were memories of the journey he had experienced over the past thirty-plus days. Not pleasant... but not terrible either.

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"Ding dong!"

[You have completed the Perfect Pass Task · Eighth Loop: "Plan the Millennium Plan"]

[Task Reward: Occupation Advancement.]

[Bright Night Clone: Enhances combat power in "Ming" and "Shadow" states, allowing you to summon two clones simultaneously.]

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[You have obtained the Perfect Pass Task · Ninth Loop.]

[Perfect Pass Task · Ninth Loop: "Ark Crossing"]

Task Requirements: Please travel to a thousand years later, bearing the millennial wishes and hardships, and as a Deity—complete this human-extreme defense against the miracle of high dimensions.

Task Reward: Immortal's Talisman Retention Rights.

Task Note: "…Come back for a moment."]

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[TE3 · "You and His Utopia" Perfect Completion Progress: 96%]

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[Energy] was very weak, but [Faith] was resilient enough, and the [Authority] mastered by Su Ming'an was extremely powerful. He possessed three full authorities: the "Immortal's Talisman - Expansion" given by Su Wensheng as an earring, the "Immortal's Talisman - Transfer Object" obtained from the pass tower, and the time authority acquired from the Old God in the fourth World Game.

The time authority was the most powerful type of authority. This would ensure his strength even if he became a god ahead of time.

At this moment,

"Ling——!"

He heard a strange call, like the high-frequency hum of a whale. This sound pierced his eardrums, making his brain buzz. It was as if... the bell for the battle had rung.

Dieying knew that Su Ming'an was about to become a god ahead of time, He had to act.

The sky began to fall.

It was an incredibly strange and magnificent scene.

"Shua——Shua——Shua!"

Countless stars agreed with each other to fall at the same moment.

A blue-green thread streaked across the sky, a monstrous bird akin to an eagle, flapping its fluid-like wings surrounded by star points, leaving a long, wet, and sticky trail... In the next instant, like a spark ignited abruptly, the sky suddenly presented a wave-like surge, and the starlight began to expand. The ink from the deep sea... seeped and spread.

Like a fireseed hidden for a thousand years, it was ignited in this moment, awakening the entire sleeping starry sky.

Dieying no longer floated in a friendly human form but returned to the stars. The shimmering, starlit hues flowed from every corner of the sky and converged onto Him. His head, neck, arms, torso, and legs... merged into the rippling starlit radiance.

He no longer stood in the world in human form but reverted to His true form... an unshapely, pulsating, and shining stellar radiance.

In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth changed colors.

The last possibility of negotiation vanished, and maintaining human form no longer held any significance. Even the dance floor He personally crafted was ruthlessly destroyed by Him. The heartfelt words He once spoke—"No one to dance with me"—may have been nothing more than a utilitarian lie.

Since He was "He," everything said must be regarded as the cunning and disguise of a high-dimensional being.

"Zhi——"

"Zhiya——"

Fishes swaying their rotting fins swam in the sky, scarlet monstrous birds hung with broken, decaying flesh hovered high above, creatures refracting stardust and dust extended their tentacles, each sucker embedded with sticky vermilion fungi, where worms twisted within.

The strange creatures were His vanguards of judgment, each oddly shaped but possessing a somewhat mesmerizing beauty under the glittering starlit cover.

Huala, huala——

Blue-green ripples shattered, leaping like countless stars.

Through the wide-open church doors, Su Ming'an witnessed the scene in the sky. Its strange and magnificent extent was akin to witnessing the dawn of civilization—a cosmic explosion—an event humans could only dream of witnessing in their lifetimes.

The star river hung upside down, strangeness surged, stars turned to water, and water turned to dust.

This was fear beyond comprehension.

Terror-stricken screams echoed in the Holy City, but more were voices of prayer. People gazed at the awe-inspiring scene in the sky, feeling as insignificant as ants under this spectacle, perhaps even less than the suckers of a tentacle.

They knelt, pressing their hands together, either clutching a cross chain around their necks or facing statues of the deity in their homes... praying devoutly, fearfully, and longingly.

O Deity.

The Holy City has risen to the sky, our Ark has set sail, Dieying is making a desperate last stand. We implore you, O God... grant us your protection to endure this final calamity.

We beseech you... watch over us.

——Named "Asa"... No.

We beseech you——

——Deity named [Su Ming'an].

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"Su Ming'an. Hold the sword in your left hand." Li Mingyue glanced at the starry sky, then quickly looked away. She leveled the Sword of Destiny, indicating for Su Ming'an to switch hands.

Without question, Su Ming'an immediately switched the Sword of Destiny to his left hand.

"Right hand, faith." Li Mingyue spoke quickly and steadily.

Su Ming'an immediately grasped the Eye of the Old Days in his right hand.

Clink, clink.

Like an armorer equipping a soldier about to enter the battlefield, Li Mingyue squatted down and fastened the Immortal's Talisman around Su Ming'an's waist with steady hands.

The priests and clerics watched this scene in silence, kneeling towards Su Ming'an, surrounding him in circles as if venerating a divine statue.

Due to his duties, Li Mingyue was familiar with these steps to becoming a god, yet he lacked the pious reverence of other clergy, instead remaining calmly composed... as if dressing a soldier for battle for the first time.

As his duties dictated, he was familiar with this process of becoming a god, but his demeanor was not as devout as the others', rather calm... as if he were dressing a first-time soldier for battle.

Righted the man's disheveled hair that had been stained with fire and dust... strand by strand, smoothing it down.

When Su Ming'an first entered Dao Ya City, he looked just like this.

At that time, he was wearing Dao Ya City's first high school uniform, but now it's a divine robe embroidered with gold and white divine motifs.

Li Mingyue's hand was very steady; until he tidied up the last strand of Su Ming'an's hair beside his ear, he slowly withdrew his hand, his pupils fully reflecting the Su Ming'an before him. The deity at this moment was clean and beautiful… like a student.

He was so calm… unlike a deity on the brink of losing himself. As if unaware of what he was about to face.

The distance between them seemed to abruptly vanish at this moment.

Su Ming'an always felt that there was always the presence of Su Wensheng between him and Li Mingyue, which made him uncomfortable at heart.

But to Li Mingyue, perhaps whether it was Su Shaoqing, Su Wensheng, or Su Ming'an… maybe they were all the same.

All his…

Children.

Outside the chapel, a cold wind blew, coming from the starry sky, causing Li Mingyue's full head of white long hair to flutter, brushing over Su Ming'an's shoulder, like cascading silvery moonlight.

The blue full moon in the dome, with compassionate and desolate moonlight, entered the chapel, silently and sighingly… gazing upon the unchanged eternity of the millennia.

Over the millennia, the world has changed, the seas turned into fields, and dreams lasted long.

Millions have perished, millions no longer resemble their initial forms, millions have forgotten the millennium, yet one remains unchanged, like the eternal and compassionate moonlight.

He removed the cross necklace from his neck, shortened the chain to about a quarter of its length, and spread it open with both hands.

Su Ming'an paused for a second, looking back at those eternal unchanging white eyes, as if he saw the frost and snow that never melts atop Tianshan.

He slowly bowed his head, the wooden tag at his waist jingling.

There was a cold touch on his forehead, as the "Li Mingyue" protected this frosted necklace in the Utopia for millennia… shortened the chain, turning it into a forehead chain, personally worn by Li Mingyue on the head of the newly born deity. As if the divine envoy watching for a millennium finally awaited the new god under the moonlight.

Jingle, jingle.

The silver bright cross swayed on Su Ming'an's forehead, he slowly stood upright, the blue moonlight infused into the cross on his forehead, gleaming with sharp and cold light.

Under the shattered moonlight, he clearly perceived that critical point—the boundary between humans and deities.

"Go."

The Godfather looked towards the outside of the chapel—the high sky was dark, countless stars fell, leaving long traces, tentacles sank, blue fish swam, strange birds cried. Humans clasped their hands together, lying prostrate all over the ground. Awaiting—a deity, to shed daylight.

God said, let there be light.

And in the night—a brand new beam of light rose from one end of the horizon, immediately scattering thousands upon thousands of rays of morning light.

Its name is,

…

——[Dawn].

…

"Go become…" the Godfather bid him farewell:

"Dawn itself."

Su Ming'an gazed at the outside of the chapel.

From an overlooking perspective, he saw many figures.

Mizushima Kawa Sora paused her task, sensed the ascendant aura of the chapel. Jealousy rolled in her pupils, but soon turned into a sigh she herself couldn't understand.

Agnes sheathed her sword on the battlefield, exchanged a glance with Eli, eyes full of shock and fear.

Boris folded his hands, his expression serene, silently reciting words of blessing for his beloved deity.

Yamada Machiichi and Lu, who were enjoying good food and drink at the deity's homeland, raised their heads and looked at the distant sky.

Su Ming'an stepped forward.

As he stepped forward, the golden-blue light surrounding him gradually and thread by thread drilled into his body, the energy piercing into his veins. Faith rose from every direction of the Holy City, turning into flowing light bands, infusing into his heart.

He closed his eyes, perceiving the changes in various parts of his body, the blood-colored wounds on his cheeks gradually turning golden.

The momentum bit by bit heightened, the controlled energy slightly elevated, the five senses became clearer, everything in his field of view gradually became minutely visible. The values on the panel soared like a rocket…

[Combat Power (Temporary): 4400]

[Combat Power (Temporary): 5400]

[Combat Power (Temporary): 6200]

[Combat Power (Temporary): 7000]

[Combat Power (Temporary): 7700]

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Golden-blue light danced chaotically around him, the ticking sound resonating in his ears, he seemed to see the nimble and elusive long river of time, with every droplet flowing through his hands.

Whoosh, whoosh——

In the next instant.

He heard a sound of qualitative change, as if a shell cracked, giving birth to a new life, washing through his chest.

It was… a brand new essence of life.

The rampant light and shadow wavered in his eyes, kissing the cross chain on his forehead, the vivid blue imprint of time flickered violently.

He took a step forward, a resounding wave crashing like a great river—the sound of time's flow rate. A formidable energy collision echoed through his body, as if he could conjure a raging wave with every gesture.

He also felt… as though something in his mind was being peeled away. Consciousness became blurred, gaze became indifferent, memories of laughing and joking with companions, the touching nineteen-year-old birthday in the hot spring… made his heart gradually feel unperturbed. Staring at the burning flames towards the direction of Old Divine Palace, he surprisingly felt—that those corpses weren't that important.

He was shocked for a moment, realizing it was the effect of "self" peeling. His positional rank couldn't protect his self, his emotions and consciousness were being washed away by the vast flow of time.

However, he couldn't stop this loss.

Without becoming a god, he couldn't save them.

Having become a god, he couldn't remember them.

That young man guiding a white bird with his hat, that Hanfu youth serving tea, that girl looking down playing a game console… always lazily dispersing Bei Wang, smiling with squinted eyes Lu, cheerful and straightforward Luna, fox-like Lin Yin, shouting the Fire Mystery Eni, wearing a Lolita skirt Yamada Machiichi… even Cursed Fire Flower, Bamboo Flute, tomato, Spring Heart Cookies, Knight's Sword, rose, Jin Qiangwei, piano…

These people, these things… were all passing away in his mind.

Brightly vivid colors… under the soaring energy around him… gradually precipitated to dull black and white.

He couldn't perceive anything, couldn't feel sorrow, couldn't sense joy.

He nearly forgot that dream.

He personally… buried them.

Now,

The dream came true.

At the same time, "crack—" a sound, the Holy City's ascension stopped.

The Holy City reached its designated altitude.

From then on, the Holy City became a floating city above the ground, always overlooking civilization.