As the picture shrank, the comnts below imdiately ca into view.
"He...He Qifeng?"
"Who the hell P’s this picture, do you want to die?"
"The gods are all dead, stop dreaming! Gods die in droves, we’re gonna die too, stop fantasizing!"
"Why make this kind of picture? Is it self-consolation? I really laughed, if you really want a savior, then P a picture of Ran the Dog instead..."
"Idiot! Reported it, just causing trouble."
"Holy shit!! It’s true! This is real!! Mount Song! Vajra Temple! The new god has descended!"
"Huh???"
"There’s a live broadcast! The new god has descended, right at Vajra Temple!"
"Are you telling that He Qifeng, Da Xia’s second Heavenly Pride who went missing for years, has beco a god?"
Hu Jiaojiao was stunned for quite a while, hurriedly exiting the thread, scrolling down to refresh, and sure enough, she saw a bunch of explosive posts erging.
Really?
Is it really true?
"Gulp." Hu Jiaojiao swallowed and clicked into the first post, but there were no Divine Sculpture images, instead, it was more like an information summary post.
Hu Jiaojiao was completely confused!
She just wanted to confirm whether He Qifeng had transford into a Divine Sculpture and descended upon the Central Plains’ Mount Song·Vajra Temple, but unexpectedly, she found an even more unbelievable piece of news.
When she clicked into the post, the poster was still frantically updating the post content.
Almost changing it every few seconds! Continuously summarizing the many Divine Sculptures descending in Da Xia’s various places and ancient cities.
The comnts below were even more frantically flooding in:
"Guangyue! Liyuan Ancient City in Guangfu City also has a new god descending!"
"I!! Damn it!!"
"Ah! Qiantang River Hang City, the Lantern Festival Ancient City also...quick, look at the photos!"
"Wait a minute, why does the goddess sculpture in your Lantern Festival Ancient City look so familiar?"
"Shanghai...Thunder City, a new god also ca to Shanghai! It’s a mighty male god sculpture! Quickly change it, quickly note it down!"
"What...what is all this? What are you all talking about? Are all these real?"
"Lord Ash has returned, no! A goddess sculpture with a bow ca to our Qiongya Island, she seems...seems like Ash!"
"Dragon Carp City ahhh! Our Dragon Carp Ancient City also has a goddess blessing, no way! Seems like a male?"
"They’re here, they’re all here..."
"Wuwuwu...Mom, I feel like I’m going crazy, am I crazy? Or does the world really have hope?"
"Yun Pass! Lady Luo Xian! Luo Xian...my god, I saw it in another post! I saw Jiang Ruyi, Ran the Dog’s fiancée!"
"What did you say??"
"Huh???"
Hu Jiaojiao was breathing rapidly, trembling with excitent.
One person might be deceit.
But in a short ti, ssages were coming from all over Da Xia, accompanied by a lot of Divine Sculpture pictures, could it be fake?
Suddenly, Hu Jiaojiao’s breathing stagnated.
She just felt shrouded in a shadow.
Along with it, the bustling Beifeng City fell into silence in an instant.
How could it just be Hu Jiaojiao overshadowed?
Inside and outside the ancient city, all living beings raised their heads and saw a magnificent Divine Sculpture that blocked out the sky and sun.
She was as tall as two hundred and seventy or eighty ters, wearing a bamboo hat and a large straw raincoat, carrying a huge broken blade on her back.
There was also a wisp of tulle, seemingly made of stone, yet it was soft and eclectic, flowing between the goddess’s long hair like a waterfall.
"Crack!"
In her excitent, Hu Jiaojiao accidentally crushed her phone.
Just now, she saw the shocking news from various parts of Da Xia in a small post.
And at this mont, it was Beifeng City’s turn, far away in the North Country!
The new god has descended!
"Boom!!"
The magnificent Divine Sculpture slowly descended into the Inner City, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, causing the ground to shudder.
Under the wide brim of the bamboo hat were the sharp eyes of the goddess statue.
She slowly lowered her eyes, looking down upon the living beings at her feet.
"Crack..."
Hu Jiaojiao’s pupils contracted violently, completely crushing the bent phone.
She finally saw the face of the goddess sculpture clearly!
That solemn and severe, yet not dazzlingly charming stone face.
"Yu... Yuxiang?" Hu Jiaojiao stood in place, murmuring foolishly.
Countless people gazed up at the newly descended goddess sculpture, each with different expressions.
So were surprised, so were afraid.
So were at a loss, anxious and restless, while others were emotional, full of anticipation.
There were also people like Hu Jiaojiao, who already knew Deng Yuxiang and were montarily unable to react.
In the Inner City, there was a middle-aged woman with a special identity, struck as if by lightning.
Liao Wushuang looked ashen-faced, staring blankly at the broken blade behind the Divine Sculpture.
The enormous, broken stone saber...
Was it the Night-slaying Great Saber that I once shattered?
Was this woman, transford into a Stone Sculpture, the junior who once challenged ?
"God! Lord God has arrived!"
"Beifeng City also has, we also have a new god coming to save us..."
"So wonderful, so wonderful—ooh ooh ooh..."
Where Deng Yuxiang’s gaze passed, the crowd knelt down with a whoosh.
The originally silent Beifeng City erupted with an astonishing sound, cheers and sobs of joy echoing unceasingly.
Deng Yuxiang did not stop people from venting their emotions.
Her scanning gaze paused slightly, landing on a certain spot in the Inner City.
There was a remarkable woman, though middle-aged, her hair already white.
"Ah." Liao Wushuang’s body trembled violently, legs shaking as she backed away nervously.
She gazed up at the familiar yet unfamiliar Divine Sculpture, as if to confirm sothing.
And as the gaze of a person t that of a god, Liao Wushuang’s suspicions were confird, losing all her strength.
With a thud!
Liao Wushuang fell to her knees, trembling as she bowed her head, wide-eyed at the snow beneath her, cold sweat streaming down her forehead.
The junior who once bore grudges with her now replaced Lord Beifeng, standing lofty between heaven and earth.
Perhaps, the other side only needed to move a finger to crush her to death.
No, not perhaps.
It’s a certainty.
The overwhelming power of the god could be felt by all beings within this realm.
Not inferior to the North Wind in the slightest!
Liao Wushuang trembled under the gaze of the god.
Unexpectedly, Lord God did not stomp down, crushing the insignificant ant into dust, but instead slightly raised her hand.
The back of her hand facing upwards, fingertips slightly lifting.
Lord God’s sudden action naturally caught everyone’s attention.
The noisy Beifeng Ancient City both inside and out fell silent once again.
People were astonished to discover that on the goddess’ fingertip appeared a figure as small as the common folk.
He was draped in a large white robe, its sleeves and short hair fluttering sideways in the cold wind.
A ribbon behind him fluttered gracefully, dreamlike, like a flowing stream.
He was supposed to be ethereal and otherworldly, like an exiled immortal.
Yet his face was masked with a blood-colored mask, through the crystalline Blood Crystal, tendrils of blood mist flowed slowly, vibrant and mystical.
"Ran... Ran..."
"Is it , is it... the one I think it is?"
"You saw him, right? You saw him too, it’s not my illusion, is it?"
"Lu... Lu Tianjiao?"
People wanted to recognize yet dared not confirm, for the youth’s image had changed greatly, and standing high up, perched on the god’s fingertip made it even less recognizable.
"Take it off." The goddess spoke softly, her gentle voice spreading across the sky.
Lu Ran placed a hand on the Blood Crystal mask.
He knew what he should do, understanding that his and He Qifeng’s appearance might even inspire the Human Clan more than the god’s descent!
In this darkest of tis, people needed this.
Lu Ran removed the mask and looked at the sea of people within the city, his gaze extending beyond to the modern cities outside the ancient city.
On the streets, the traffic and pedestrians had already co to a standstill.
The masses gazed up.
Amidst the crowded skyscrapers, on the rooftops of shelters and in front of bedroom windows in residential buildings, stood various figures.
Different people had different faces, but slowly, the sa expression appeared.
Lu Ran smiled.
In this cold season with frost and snow, his smile seed so warm.
So brilliant.
Da Xia, your Pride of Da Xia...
Has returned.
...
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