“This is impossible!”

Luo Siyuan cried out, his voice breaking. Though the Human-Faced Tadpoles had weak defenses, they shouldn't be something mere garrison soldiers could handle.

Moreover, he had made thorough preparations, using the excuse of killing the fish demon to invite most of the powerful cultivators in Chenzhou City. He had confirmed that there were no exceptionally strong experts in the city.

What's more,

Even cultivators with profound magical power couldn't possibly kill the almost endless Human-Faced Tadpoles—if he wanted to save the people of Chenzhou as much as possible,

His only fate would be to be dragged into a war of attrition, exhausting all his magical power and dying in defeat.

"You!"

Luo Siyuan's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Zhu Xuemin's indifferent face, growling, "What did you do!"

"Not me, my teammates."

Zhu Xuemin shook his head. "Do you know the biggest difference between you and me? I have teammates I can trust, teammates who have my back, while you are always fighting alone.

I'm sorry,

You won't be able to collect a single soul."

Luo Siyuan clenched his teeth, veins popping on his forehead, and roared, clenching his fists, "So what? Even without souls, all programs will continue to run according to the previously established plan,

The God, will inevitably awaken!"

As if to confirm his words, no new Human-Faced Tadpoles emerged from the bottom of the Ling River,

Thunder rumbled in the sky,

A torrential downpour fell, pounding the river, but it couldn't stop the surface of the river where the building ship was located from becoming calm.

This was not the tranquility of the end,

On the contrary, after a moment of silence, the river water suddenly boiled.

The river water flowed backward rapidly,

Countless deformed tadpoles downstream flew back upstream faster than when they left.

An unprecedented terrifying pressure descended on everyone.

The air was oppressive and dull, as thick as mud,

Whether ordinary soldiers,

Or respected cultivators,

Everyone could feel the fear lurking in their biological instincts, gnawing at their entire bodies.

Their hearts pounded, almost exploding,

Their bones creaked, their muscles stiffened and numbed, their eyelids trembled incessantly, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

They wanted to scream, but the ability to scream was taken away at this moment.

Not far in front of the building ship, the air stirred in a chaotic ripple,

A large chunk of the river surface disappeared out of thin air, like a spoonful of jelly being scooped away,

The surrounding river water continued to surge, trying to fill the gap,

But it was swallowed and taken away out of thin air, disappearing.

Also annihilated and disappeared were tens of thousands of deformed tadpoles flying over.

After who knows how long,

The air gradually became less transparent, little by little showing a blurred outline,

As if something was passing through a barrier and descending here.

The thunder in the sky stopped abruptly,

Thunder, rain, crying Human-Faced Tadpoles, pale-faced cultivators,

Everything in the world, everything, lost its meaning.

In everyone's eyes, there was only that existence floating in mid-air.

It was a huge, translucent object,

It had an irregularly shaped circular head, the front of the head was uneven, with ravines crisscrossing,

In the middle were two gelatinous white spheres, with black circular patterns printed in the middle of the spheres, and the bewildered faces of the crowd were printed inside the patterns.

The head was connected to a slightly bloated barrel-shaped body through a cylinder,

The body had four limbs, which were shrinking into a ball, hugging the body.

The people on the ship became foolish and dull,

Their brains hallucinated, making them feel that all the scenes except the translucent outline were rapidly distorting,

In the silent air, deafening and maddening roars echoed,

The whole world was upside down,

Rotating, tilting, tearing,

Shaping into indescribable things.

"Sigh..."

Zhu Xuemin's soft sigh broke the silence,

Above his head was a hemispherical white barrier,

Covering him and three teammates.

He raised his palm and snapped his fingers,

Letting the white barrier expand and envelop the three building ships,

The rest of the people only felt a blur before their eyes, and the chaotic feeling of being dominated by the brain slowly subsided,

And they also saw the true face of the translucent outline itself.

It was a huge, translucent human baby,

It floated in mid-air, its face cute and innocent,

It wasn't wearing clothes, and half a section of umbilical cord grew on its belly button, maintaining the most primitive posture of its statement,

Raising its round, lotus-root-like arms, sucking its fingers,

Looking at the humans as small as ants below the building ship with curious and exploring eyes.

"A baby,"

Zhu Xuemin said indifferently, "This is your God."

"Heh, heh, heh..."

Luo Siyuan had no time to think about the other party's ridicule. He gasped for breath and shouted, "God!"

His cry caught the attention of the god,

The baby turned its face, blinked its pure and lovely eyes, and looked at Luo Siyuan with some doubts, as if wondering why the latter was so excited.

Luo Siyuan shouted hoarsely, "What is the meaning of all this! Why did you create us! Why did you make us suffer?!"

The baby tilted its head, still sucking its fingers, and did not respond.

"Sorry."

Zhu Xuemin's voice sounded.

Luo Siyuan subconsciously turned his head, "What?"

"I'm very sorry."

Zhu Xuemin pursed his lips tightly and said with difficulty, "This is actually a sin we created, not something you should bear."

"What are you talking about..."

Luo Siyuan couldn't understand why Zhu Xuemin's expression hid grief, but a premonition in the dark made him tremble.

Golden flames rose from under Zhu Xuemin's feet, and his knees bent slightly, "His name is Sheng Nan Wang (King of Born South).

Sheng Nan, also means Sheng Nan (Born Male).

He comes from all the newborns who have been smothered, drowned, strangled, and other cruel means killed or died prematurely throughout history in the real world,

The souls of those infants who have never truly come to the world, their souls precipitate and gather, and are awakened by the Killing Game to become a new god,

Out of the instinct to explore and learn, he subconsciously constructs a dream similar to the real world,

Let countless soul fragments play roles and interpret life,

In order to learn everything about the real world.”

"..."

Luo Siyuan's face was full of confusion, as if all his souls had been taken away, and he stood there in a daze.

"Help me."

Zhu Xuemin spat out two words from his mouth,

Xun Zian, Chu Yin, and Shi Qi behind him simultaneously took out a talisman that could share and transmit spiritual power and tore it apart.

The spiritual power of three people gathered into Zhu Xuemin's body at the same time,

Making his pores surge with ethereal spiritual power like mist.

Stepping on the deck,

Zhu Xuemin flew up like a cannonball, rushing straight into the head of the translucent god,

Passing through the intangible and immaterial door to the third layer of the dream.