"The above-ground world, the underground world, and the heavenly world may be compared to the legendary mortal world, purgatory, and heaven."
"But there is no paradise here."
Su Xi sighed and put down her "Diary of the God of Thunder and Summer Rain". The recorded content was too negative and was not good for the overall development.
This is the heavenly realm, the paradise in mortal memories.
"This is just a battlefield, no different from other worlds."
Looking around, there is an endless sky.
Countless floating islands are floating in the mid-air, materialized clouds cover the world, mythical beasts and angels are singing in the sky, and divine envoys travel to and from each floating island, conveying the will of the gods.
There is a starry sky over there, with the moon and stars floating not far away, and heroic Valkyries suspended under the halo.
A group of dragons not far away were moving freely on the floating island. The huge thunder dragon beast looked like a short-legged puppy in front of the even bigger giant.
This is a fantasy world full of secrets, where the Holy Light and Gods coexist, and the white angels are just ordinary people here. It is not wrong to say that it is a fantasy paradise in front of the world, but the premise is to eliminate all the "black areas".
"Your Excellency, the black zone number 0371 has been breached again, if the situation permits"
"I'll send someone there."
The angels landed on the shoulders of Su Xi, the huge god of thunder and lightning. They are beautiful, indistinguishable between men and women, quick and spiritually sensitive, and generally perform the duties of messengers, conveying the will of the "world" to the gods.
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And now, she has sent another invitation from war.
"Boom!"
The black area not far away exploded again.
A large number of visitors from foreign lands came to this paradise, and the warriors and legions of the gods were already prepared.
Su Xi, who called for the authority of thunder and lightning, took up arms. As a newcomer who had just ascended to the gods again, he needed results to prove himself.
"Boom!"
The God of Thunder stepped into the battlefield, but there was no joy at all.
He has only been in this world for less than a week and has already gone into battle in person four times.
"The materials here are rich, the scenery is beautiful, the various ethnic groups are naturally strong and perfect, the rules of the world limit the life span to almost unlimited, there is no pain and no famine, it is not wrong to call it a paradise. If it were five hundred years ago."
At this moment, behind him, in the sky of the beautiful world, the "holes" were like white paper being torn open, revealing ferocious and stinking holes.
One, two. At a casual glance, I saw hundreds.
How long can this world last? Not long after arriving in this "heaven", Su Xi subconsciously asked herself.
This is not just malicious speculation by outsiders, but a logical deduction that has experienced too much world misfortune. The countless cracks in the entire world clearly show the harshness of the environment and battlefield.
"This world is really blessed to be targeted by several multiverse natural disasters at the same time."
He sighed, a little helpless and a little desperate.
It may not necessarily be a good thing to become a god again in this world.
For him who has experienced too much, if it is just the harshness of the battlefield, he can actually accept it, but
"Why is this thing here again?"
He looked up at the sky and saw a huge shadow covering the entire world. He, who had just returned from the battlefield on earth, certainly knew what it was.
".God upon God."
He sighed again. Did he just escape from the wolves and jump into the tiger's den again?
And if it was still just this, the strength and upper limit of this world actually far exceeded that of the earth, and he wouldn't be so helpless.
"One, two, three, four."
Above the world, in the void, there are more than one shadows trying to swallow the world.
"How long can this world last?"
Even if the whole world was torn apart in the next moment, Su Xi would not be surprised.
At this moment, Su Xi was also numb, but having accepted the power of the world, it seemed that she could not see another way out in the short term.
He thought for a moment before continuing to write in his "diary" again.
At the same time, another diary automatically writes content in the upper realm.
"Don't ascend, don't ascend. The foreign enemies are very strong, very strong, and the new free gods who have joined the Pantheon are just high-level cannon fodder."
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“Thank you seniors for your gifts and stepping into the pits.”
The advantage of old-timers is that they have encountered enough pitfalls, so they often have many back-ups prepared.
Just like the senior Su Xi, the God of Thunder, who was known as the Thousand-Year Thunder, he left behind a series of back-ups before entering the heavenly realm.
One of them is a "Twin Diary", which is a foreign secret treasure with an unknown level. He can transmit information across time and worlds through writing.
And now, the new content in the diary has allowed the new people in the underground world to know that something is wrong with the heavenly world. They knew that the heavenly world was a battlefield, but they did not expect it to be of that level.
"Can you be sure? Sources alone cannot be trusted."
"It's not just a single source of information. There are several senior gods who have left behind means of transmitting information. The positions they ascended to the heavenly realm are also different, and the information passed down is similar. They are all very bad."
"Is it possible that they are still exposed to the core? After all, newcomers have a testing period, and the new gods should only be thugs."
"It's possible. But will you ascend?"
"Well, I won't fly for the time being."
After Lu Pingan said it, he realized that he had subconsciously approved the information.
It may be spiritual intuition, rational judgment, or the habit of experiencing too many doomsdays. Lu Pingan does not see eternity in his eyes, at least not in the world he comes into contact with.
And now, he is vaguely aware that the "worlds" that he and humans can come into contact with are all at similar "levels" in the endless multiverse, belonging to those unlucky worlds that are about to be completely engulfed by pollution and are struggling to survive.
And the world of Silent Mountain also repeatedly hinted to him that when a person encounters risks and pressures, but most areas are blooming, then there are probably some places that are quite bad, but you just can't see it.
"What's it like to be an outsider? There's always information, right?"
"It is said that there are several cosmic-level disasters, including real polluting groups."
This made Lu Ping'an a little surprised.
Generally speaking, a world that is completely eroded by pollution will destroy itself.
But there are always some special cases and different worlds that can coexist with pollution, or entire groups and organizations have completely become part of the pollution.
And these groups of beings are quite dangerous and powerful, and they often take the initiative to drag other worlds into trouble.
Lu Ping'an had not encountered them during his previous doomsday journey, but he had heard about them from messages. The scenes he had experienced before were not worth the fate of those monster groups.
"Are plural gods better than gods? How long can this world last?"