How Am I Still Alive? Chapter 1897: 1892 Hope's Light

Chapter 1897: Chapter 1892 Hope’s Light

The erosion of the plane quickly entered the next stage.

The Outer Gods are professionals at bringing about the apocalypse.

“In the sky, it’s really raining ‘nails’….”

Lu Ping’an calmly appreciated the scenery of the world apocalypse, as massive “black nails” appeared in the sky above.

They pierced into the earth violently, and vast tracts of land were eroded and polluted.

More cracks appeared, and even faintly ford rifts.

Erosion, division, assimilation, plundering… this was routine now, as each pure black Void’s Nail was dividing and seizing the very roots of this world.

This was a top-tier world, one that could nurture life, birth rules, and generate the world’s reason.

It was for this reason that it attracted professional and skilled top-tier hunters.

The world was beyond saving.

“First, acknowledge the reality that it’s beyond saving, only then can sothing truly be salvaged….”

Lu Ping’an had already completed his communication with the “world”, and he understood what he could truly do.

“With the world apocalypse, build a great ark and take as many people as possible.”

The plan wasn’t hard to guess, but the details of how to do it and to what extent were crucial.

“The world has loosened…”

What seed to be an intact piece of land actually had its earth’s veins fractured.

With each black nail that descended, alongside the corrosion from each Outer God, the world was being divided at the concept and dinsional level.

However, because of this, beings like Lu Ping’an could manipulate more.

“Boom!”

A fireball exploded on the outskirts of Silver City; this was not an active attack by visitors from the Foreign Domain on Lu Ping’an’s forces, but rather Silver City was expanding rapidly.

Lu Ping’an’s “Courtyard” was expanding at high speed, and after the world lost its defensive capabilities, he naturally could claim a large portion of it.

However, consuming this wasn’t solely for himself….…

“I am the Master of Eternal Life, protector of life’s value, cultivator of all beings….”

At this mont, Lu Ping’an chose Ascension.

He did not attempt to link with the world since the world no longer had the capability; nor did he plan to ascend to the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods; he rely proclaid his own divine position.

“…I am the God of Life Redemption.”

When Lu Ping’an uttered the word “redemption,” he was sowhat dazed.

He hadn’t expected to walk this path either.

Of course, his idea of being the “God of Redemption” was different from Guan Xinxian’s.

Guan Xinxian was the savior of redemption, whereas Lu Ping’an was limited to the savior of life, an extension of his rules as the God of Life.

The preserver of life, the catalyst for life evolution….. at this mont, he chose to take on a new divine position, becoming the savior of life.

“Buzz!”

Silver City began to emit a glow, and the ground beneath it started to tremble slightly.

In Lu Ping’an’s library, there were secrets of the gods; the legitimate God of Redemption, in so sense, was already a replica of Lu Ping’an’s powers here.

“Amid disaster, redemption is precious; when life is threatened, the existence of the God of Life Redemption is necessary…”

The spatial storm raged across the entire world, and the earth continuously tore and divided, but what was exposed beneath was not the core but the void.

The cracks created by the “black nails” were not even on a physical level; the torn dinsions were swallowing this world bit by bit, and in the face of such a doomsday crisis, conventional storms, thunder, and earthquakes were not considered disasters at all.

However, with the collapse of the world’s defenses, the entire world’s weather system had also long since collapsed.

Tornadoes, storms, hail—extre weather was everywhere, and crazed gravitational fluctuations brought about widespread floods across the world… but for the current situation, these apocalypse-level natural disasters were nothing more than “embellishnts” that could be ignored.

And when the conditions of “natural disasters” and “apocalypse” were fully t, Lu Ping’an, as the “God of Redemption,” also activated his divine position.

“Ark….”

Silver City had already transford into an enormous floating island, or a small floating continent.

The area around it also began to continuously crack open, and the “Ark” started to ascend slowly.

“Bloom….”

At this mont, Lu Ping’an activated the hidden pieces he had reserved beforehand.

Hua Xueyi’s caravan did not just collect information.

Lu Ping’an’s “trading caravan” traveled very far, and his ssengers had left “seeds” throughout this world, with those one-ti Light Tree Seeds also serving as extensions of Lu Ping’an’s will.

A scene from the Green Planet played out once more; as the God of Redemption, Lu once again constructed his “network.”

“Life, find my Lighthouse, and sing my na under the light; then you shall have the possibility of redemption.”

This world was vast, imnsely vast, and Lu Ping’an could not compare to the true God of Redemption’s “authority.”

His seed network did not remotely match the coverage level of the Green Planet, but there was another rescue chanism in place.

One after another, the Lamp Trees rose, catalyzing all their life force in exchange for three days of existence.

These “Lighthouses” emitted dazzling golden light, with the radiance reaching from the ground to the Cloud Realm.

Whether in storms or darkness, the faint golden light pierced through, and the beams reaching into the sky could be seen from afar.

These urgently catalyzed Lighthouses had only a short lifespan of a few days.

But as extension points of Lu Ping’an’s power, as long as people truly reached the Lighthouses and called out the na of Life Redemption, Lu Ping’an could take them away.

How much effect can they have? How large an area can these more than three hundred Lighthouses impact? Will the local lords destroy those Lighthouses? These are things neither Lu Ping’an nor the mortals can determine.

“But at least there’s hope….”

Perhaps only a few people can be saved, perhaps only a very small part of the world plunged into darkness can be illuminated, but at least there is this possibility.

At this mont, perhaps one can only believe in the possibility of mortals.

Believe that the instinct to survive will drive them to find the possibility of redemption at all costs.

“Life is adept at finding a way even in dead ends.”

One was activated, two began to shine, and by the ti it reached three or four hundred, Lu Ping’an had reached his limit, and maintaining the divine light of these Lamp Trees immobilized him.

Even if he could move…. in the current environnt, even he could not leave Silver City.

The world was occupied by many Divine Realm lords, and if Lu Ping’an left Silver City, he might just offer himself as a al to so being.

He could only, like a Lighthouse, attempt to emit more light, providing mortals with a possibility for life redemption.

“Boom!”

And a sudden intense vibration in Silver City, with fierce attacks from below upwards, proclaid that even these slight redemptions were not permitted.