The vast universe, filled with rotten creations, teems with countless rotten lives leaping and singing.
Their extrely grating and unpleasant songs cause listeners' souls to lt, gradually awakening the universe that once lay in the "inert" state alongside the Father God.
Those rotting heads, akin to stars connected together, include humans, Exotic Realm races, various beasts, Extraordinary Lives, and the Divine.
They open their rotten, stinking mouths, revealing black and yellow decayed teeth, dark throats, spewing out the sa lyrics:
"Hel, Hel, you are the girl born of death, the mysterious girl under the black veil... We offer you to the great Father God, you will ascend... Hel, Hel, the rotten bride, the Father's bride..."
These lyrics are simple and brutal.
They excite the rotten lives greatly, enraging the Death Girl bound on the bed.
If she could speak, now would be the ti to curse these rotten, foul, vile beings.
But she cannot; she is bound in every way, including her soul.
She possesses the "Ordinary Divine" status, considered a strong one among All Spirits, coupled with the deterrent power of the Death God Camp, she had seldom encountered anything untoward.
Until recently, she encountered the rotten gods.
There are not many Divine Systems in the boundless mystery that fear the "Death God Camp," and the rotten god system is one of them.
To free their Sovereign from inertia, this group of absurd, fearless rotten gods would do anything.
Kidnapping the Death Girl was effortless.
They never considered what consequences would ensue from kidnapping a "Death God," and offering her as a bride to the Rotten Father God.
The enormous bed of decay wriggles deeper into the Rotten Universe, ahead lies a vast flesh mbrane with no visible boundaries.
Its composition is extrely complex, mainly made of rotten flesh, with viscous liquid full of Divine Power, gases that can cause hallucinations even to powerful gods, countless fragnts of bones, blood vessels, and other things, endless unknown material, and countless species attached to it.
This slowly throbbing flesh mbrane is an entire, inconceivable world.
The "species" of grotesque forms, impossible to gaze upon directly, were born from rot, consu rot, and return to rot.
Tang Qi gazed at the flesh mbrane, realizing quickly what it was.
Since the end of the Origin Era, the Rotten Father God had ceased to move, his body rotting deep in the vast universe.
His breath, his will, the flakes peeled from his body, his intake, and his excretion... eventually ford a complete flesh mbrane encasing himself.
Including the rotten gods, anyone approaching must endure a test, failing which they would be forcibly rged with the mbrane.
"So, how do they plan to send the bride inside?"
The question had just surfaced when those Divines holding onto Divine chains relinquished them to replacents.
Then, a dozen rotten-form gods simultaneously flew towards the flesh mbrane.
This colossal entity could envelop so vast "single universes" instantly, and it was seamless.
Bang!
It began, a shocking scene that nauseated Tang Qi.
Those rotten gods actually began to "drill," recklessly unleashing themselves, with utmost focus and tenacity, tearing apart the fearso flesh mbrane.
These actions, strictly speaking, were acts of desecration against their Sovereign.
Yet they chose self-sacrifice, turning it into an alternative offering.
A dozen rotten gods, one after another, began to fall.
Their bodies utterly decayed, rging into the flesh mbrane.
Gradually, they achieved results.
An opening began to form on the mbrane, which enshrouded an unimaginable, unspeakable, and unbearable existence.
"Boom"
A burst of gas suddenly erupted from within the mbrane.
The rotten creations bathed in it, as if welcoming a true celebration.
The vividly colored gas bore an incredibly rich aroma.
All rotten lives felt uplifted at that mont, jubilant, rotting joyfully, forming an unusually large and colorful "Rainbow Nebula," delighting alongside countless ghostly species and various insect-like beings embedded in the gas.
"Rot, rot, we rot."
"All things rot, till eternity."
"Father of Gods, our great Master."
...
At the mont when this awkward, obscure, and grating rotten song rang out, they began to push the massive bed through the gap.
It was then that all the "future visions" Tang Qi witnessed began collapsing into reality.
"It's here"
The thought arose in Tang Qi's heart, and the rotten song that resounded through the universe abruptly ceased.
At the flesh mbrane, ti and space froze.
The exceedingly active rotten lives, and those illusionary gases, all began losing their color, turning gray and white.
Pieces of "Black Spots" noiselessly erged, seemingly in violent conflict with the Rotten Universe itself.
A constantly shifting, unimaginable Divine Storm noiselessly erupted.
From within those Black Spots, silhouettes of Death Gods gradually appeared.
They spared no Divine Power, collectively forming a tidal wave of death potent enough to tear apart the solid, pollution-ridden rotten barrier.
So Death Gods among them were heavily scarred, as if they had just escaped other wars.
In the uncountable Death God silhouettes, Tang Qi recognized so familiar ones, Shih Tzu Soup, Uorca who had ascended to godhood, and Noah's cotton candy-loving girlfriend.
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