"The emperor will definitely be able to survive the catastrophe safely."
Although the dark clouds are so powerful and the shadows are so powerful, many gods still have strong self-confidence in their hearts.
Each of them trusts Emperor Chongxi. He is the only god born from starlight, nurtured by heaven and earth, and has pure blood.
How could this heavenly calamity faze him?
"Well! The emperor will definitely get through it!"
"As long as you survive this catastrophe, the emperor's strength will reach a higher level. By then, it will be even easier to conquer the six realms. No one dares to disobey!"
"Devils, ghosts, and demons are nothing. As long as the emperor is here, the divine world will be safe forever!"
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Located at the highest point of the Pantheon, Chonghua Palace overlooks the entire divine world.
Looking out from the Nine Heavens, countless gods gathered in the huge square, and the Eighth Heaven, Seventh Heaven...and so on, the gods all came out and looked up at the dark clouds in the sky.
The terrifying looking dark clouds did not scare them away.
The gods with faith will never perish.
"Can the emperor feel the expectations in the hearts of thousands of gods?"
Under the dark clouds, a looming figure loomed in the air, but it was still unclear. No one could tell whether it was fat or thin, tall or short.
The God of Command slowly descended and stood behind God King Chongxi.
The world of gods during the day has never been immersed in gray shadows like it is now.
This feeling of uneasiness can not only be felt by the ordinary people of the gods, but also in the hearts of the high-level gods.
The strong feeling of uneasiness has caused the divine world to no longer be as bright and prosperous as before. An unprecedented quietness has enveloped the brightest place in the world.
The sky is very dark, and the wind blows through it, giving it a cold feeling.
That magnificent purple robe is like the most beautiful scenery in the world. Even in the darkness, it still exudes the brilliance of stars.
In the whole world, he is the only light, that soft light, full of hope.
Chong Xi lowered her eyes and looked down, just glanced at it lightly, and then said: "Having hope is actually the stupidest thing, isn't it?"
"Hope can become foolish anywhere, but only in the emperor, it is natural." The God of Siming said.
"You believe it too?" Chongxi asked calmly.
"I go with my destiny." said the God of Command, "Follow the torrent of destiny, without turning around or looking back."
Chong Xi couldn't help but smile, "What if the torrent stops?"
Si Ming Zhi Shen said: "Then, it will end with the end."
"It's very sad to accept your fate like this."
"Everything in the world is a prisoner of fate."
Hearing this, Chongxi couldn't help but be startled, then slowly turned around and walked back to Chonghua Palace.
The chessboard placed in the most conspicuous place had not yet been played. He walked to the chessboard and picked up a piece, but he still did not drop it.
The God of Command looked on and said: "This game of chess has been played by the emperor for tens of thousands of years, and it is almost over. Will you lose or win?"
"What's the point of winning or losing?" Chong Xi said nonchalantly.
"Heavenly calamity will happen soon. I hope the emperor can end this game and get a good omen." said the God of Ming.
"Since it's fate, what's the use of begging for mercy?" Chong Xi said slowly, suddenly raising her head, something in her clear purple eyes shrank tightly.
The chess piece in his hand fell down with a clang.
