Yu Sheng felt that he had already encountered quite a few grand scenes during his wanderings, from Anka Aela to the Inference Star Body, with these Dark Angels each more outrageous than the last. Yet, even so, the scene before him still made his heart feel like it stopped momentarily.

He fell from the remaining shell of the planet's Rift, inside the cavity of the planet. The strata were like a layer of rock sky suffused with a faint glow, while the Gate of Eden situated at the Earth Core was like a hole piercing through time and space, constantly devouring light inward. And a giant skeleton surrounded by Holy Light floated above that void, with bright flames calmly burning within its eye sockets.

The orbital bombardment from the United Army Fleet continued, with destructive artillery pounding against the thin shell of the planet. Yet, to this day, they have not breached the rock and soil above the Gate of Eden.

Now Yu Sheng understood why this abnormal planet could be maintained until now—the faint glow wandering within the planet's inner shell was continuously repairing and supporting the planet.

In some sense, this planet of the Saint Realm had long become a breeding ground for Angels, even becoming part of the Angel itself.

Yu Sheng continued to fall downward, his gaze uncontrollably attracted by the Gate of Eden behind the Shadowless Skeleton. He even felt this attraction turn into substance, as if countless vines and roots were growing from that dark hole, entwining his hands and feet, dragging his soul.

"World Bridge..."

Yu Sheng subconsciously murmured, yet suddenly recalled those "blueprints" imprinted deep within his Mind.

Those ancient and massive energy glands, imaginary computing units, living runes and superstring structures...

These were the knowledge he imprinted after devouring the control mechanism of the World Bridge, originating from the Dark Angels.

And now, these incomplete blueprints were once again supplemented.

"...So that's how it is."

Yu Sheng muttered to himself.

Yet at this moment, the several hundred meters high skeleton suddenly changed.

The light that was once merely surrounding it began to condense, with flesh-like illusions sprouting between the bones, and the hollow face of the skeleton gradually developed the contours of facial features. In just a few breaths, Yu Sheng saw a familiar appearance.

That so-called "Holy".

Yu Sheng's fall suddenly halted, a powerful force stopped him out of thin air and then drew him a hundred meters in front of the skeleton.

Yu Sheng did not struggle, merely floating there, quietly watching this immense object before him.

That vast face continually changed, sometimes middle-aged, sometimes young, even shifting between male and female, transforming from a white-haired old man to a young boy with a tender face.

"Everything hasn't ended yet..." The skeleton rumbled, "Just some setbacks... We will succeed, we will eventually succeed..."

Yu Sheng frowned and suddenly realized something.

"You... You are not completely controlled by this Dark Angel?!"

However, the immense presence before him seemed not to have heard Yu Sheng's words. It merely continued to mumble as if in a dream: "...will succeed, sacrifices and costs will surely be rewarded... we seek... I respond... we wish... I fulfill..."

A doubt arose in Yu Sheng's heart, yet before he had time to speak, he saw a scorching brilliance suddenly engulf the entire space.

His body was incinerated to ashes almost in the blink of an eye, and before he could die, he felt a massive force entangle his soul, dragging his Mind towards the sacred, mighty skeleton.

In an instant, a tidal wave of sound surged into his memory—

It was the cries of billions, the lamentations of billions, the prayers of billions, the supplications of billions.

It seemed as if countless beings were simultaneously issuing pleas for help, countless dying lives were seeking Protection.

He saw blurry shadows kneeling on long steps, at the end of the steps stood a towering divine temple.

He saw a world in the throes of destruction, and those sheltering beneath the dome with nowhere to escape—some people prayed day and night, hoping for a miracle to descend upon the earth.

But that world had no God—no Supernatural Power.

Their Church and faith were merely a cultural structure that followed traditions passed down over thousands of years.

Yet a miracle did happen.

In the brief time before the world's destruction, the laws of nature reached the end of their balance, mathematics and physics began to fail at the macroscopic level. At that moment, the order of all things was most easily rewritten and reshaped—thus, prayers towards the void by billions genuinely created a God that matched their imagination in a world where no Supernatural Powers existed.

This God only existed for 2.2 seconds in Her home world.

This was the last "event" before the world's destruction.

Then, the world was destroyed.

The God who was born for 2.2 seconds didn't even have time to comprehend what had happened to the world and herself—She hadn't even formed the concept of "I".

Yu Sheng's soul bypassed the surging storm of Spiritual Energy and memory, like a drop of water, falling into the vast spiritual existence of the Dark Angel.

Yet this small "drop of water" was incompatible with anything else.

"""

So Yu Sheng once again pierced through the "ocean" formed by the memories of the Dark Angel, plunging deep into the abyss of death.

In the Soul Wilderness, Luna, who was leading the Knight Order resting near a large bonfire and discussing the situation with other sisters, suddenly sensed something and looked up sharply into the distance.

She saw a meteor falling, carving a Light Trace in the dim sky, diagonally plummeting toward the Crystal Holy Tree.

A black-haired girl holding a long spear stood up somewhat anxiously from beside the bonfire and hurriedly asked, "Sister Luna, what... what is that?"

Luna looked up for a moment, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face: "Ah, it's nothing, the Lord has died and returned."

The surrounding young female Knights were all dumbfounded upon hearing this, exchanging glances nervously for a few seconds until finally, one of them spoke up with a horrified face, "So, so, so what do we do now?"

"...Just bow," Luna replied casually.

But the next second, she suddenly realized that the situation seemed different from before.

The "meteor" plunged directly into the canopy of the Crystal Holy Tree.

A hum swept across the sky, and in the next moment, Luna saw countless cracks of varying sizes suddenly open above the giant tree, and the Crystal Branches in the canopy began to grow madly, rushing towards the cracks.

Meanwhile, in the Saint Realm, Earth Core.

The shimmering turmoil still rippled within the planet, and the "Holy Seat" that had transformed into a giant of light continued to quietly float above the Gate of Eden, seemingly lost in a void of thoughts.

Countless complex voices surged within this body; voices from another world, voices of pioneers who first landed on this planet, voices of countless followers who sacrificed themselves over the centuries, and even voices of the dying and the dead on this very planet...

The tricky Angel Hunter had already been eliminated, but absorbing his small yet bizarre soul into the aggregation seemed to be a mistake, as the small mind stirred up an unexpected storm within, and chaotic thought decay had not yet regrouped.

But fortunately, there is still time, still opportunity.

The final charging of the Gate of Eden was about to be completed, and once this gate opens, endless possibilities and new worlds lie ahead, everything will get better.

The "Holy Seat" turned its head, glanced at the solitary, dark abyss at the planet's core, and in the next second, there was a trace of confusion in his expression.

Then what? Then what was he supposed to do?

He was momentarily dazed, unable to recall when the thought of building this gate began.

He even couldn't confirm the origin of this idea—did it come from the beings of the Otherworld seeking to escape apocalypse, from that "God" who only lived for 2.2 seconds, or from the expeditionary fleet that arrived in this faded star system a thousand years ago, determined to change this place?

Was the construction of this gate out of hope, or despair?

In the pitch-black abyss, something seemed to be wriggling and growing.

The "Holy Seat" looked at it with confusion, tilting his head slightly.

A rift appeared in the darkness.

Then there were more—as the rifts crisscrossed like rapidly opening eyes, nearly in the blink of an eye, they covered the outer surface of the dark abyss.

Those rifts were filled with starlight, seemingly from the distant universe's end, each piece of starlight showed an eerie scene, constantly wriggling and contracting.

"What..."

The "Holy Seat" only managed a brief gasp before countless crystalline "vines" erupted from those rifts!

This scene was like a crystalline storm, as crystal branches surged out from the Gate of Eden, growing wildly and splitting continuously in the process, like long-suppressed energy suddenly finding an outlet, extending in a flash to the surroundings of the "Holy Seat" (Shadowless Skeleton), who was still in a confused spiritual state, dull and dazed, offering almost no resistance—within a moment, those crystal substances clung to his limbs, fracturing and piling, tighter and heavier.

The "Holy Seat" finally struggled vigorously, the surging Holy Light roiling like giant waves within the planet, raising deadly and scorching storms.

But the crystals extending from the World Bridge seemed completely unaffected by these rays, continuing their unwavering proliferation and growth.

A face appeared on the surface of the "Gate of Eden"—surrounded by countless space-time rifts and crystalline vines, it was Yu Sheng.

"It's you!" the Holy Seat finally reunited his spirituality in anger, his eyes ablaze as he stared at the face on the Gate of Eden, "It's you again!"

"You built a World Bridge—just right, I have one too, yours is unlicensed construction, mine comes with the original blueprint."

Yu Sheng's face bore a smile.

"All along, I've been puzzled by one thing, why my World Bridge never matured, always just that little bit short...

"Turns out, a bridge requires two ends.

"Now, thanks for building the road.

"I'm here to kill you."