Chapter 660 The Last Chance

Author: Pigeon Butcher

Chapter 660 The Last Chance

In a laboratory filled with various instruments, Guangming, wearing a white coat, is immersed in work, trying to shorten the time to resurrect the ancestors.

Although Gold did not stipulate a time limit for resurrection, his urging was an imperial edict. Guangming had to give up eating and sleeping, and devoted himself to work day and night. He had been working continuously for more than two months without blinking his eyes.

Ask if you want to do it.

And such intense overtime work is effective. As long as he is given two more months... no, it only takes one month to try to resurrect his ancestors.

Suddenly, Guangming, who was immersed in work, noticed something strange behind him.

However, he had long been accustomed to this situation and asked without looking back: "What's the matter?"

Behind him, the prophet's shadow slowly appeared from the sky, gradually condensing into shape.

Unlike before, where he was calm and calm no matter what happened, the prophet now had a faint look of anxiety on his face.

"Gold is in danger, we must help him."

Guangming's shaking of the Erlenmeyer flask suddenly stopped. He looked back at the prophet, his eyebrows already furrowed: "Are you sure?"

In this world now, the old gods are weak and powerless. Who else can threaten the safety of gold? Is it the heir of the god-killer?

A thought flashed through Guangming's mind, or maybe someone opened a black hole in another world?

"Yes, gold is dangerous."

The prophet was very sure: "I have seen the future."

He has the ability to predict and predict the occurrence of some major events, such as the collapse of the World Tree.

And if Gold is killed, this will definitely be a major event that can affect the world.

Because gold is not only a powerful force, but also the flowerpot of the World Tree. Only he can carry a new World Tree, and his importance is self-evident.

Faced with the prophet's anxious look, Guangming was a little distracted and didn't know what to do for a while.

The fact that gold would be in danger was not something he considered at all, and naturally he would not think of any countermeasures in advance.

But things often do not change according to human will.

I thought that after Gold was resurrected, he would be able to conquer the world, but as soon as he took action, he encountered an enemy that could rival him.

I thought that no one could threaten the safety of gold, but didn’t the danger come now?

Guangming felt a little regretful at the moment and shouldn't have resurrected Gold in advance, but he couldn't be blamed - after Gospel retrieved the blood of the fallen king, he built the body and then submitted an application to Gold who was still in heaven.

When Jin agrees to be resurrected and return, this is beyond his control.

"Where are the rest of them?"

Guangming couldn't help but ask. He was asking about other gods.

"I have exhausted my strength and sent them all to the location of the gold for reinforcements."

The prophet's eyes were dark, and he looked weak to the naked eye: "But this is not enough. The crisis of gold is still not resolved."

That's right, even gold can be in danger. The gods can't play a big role these days. The only thing they can do is to delay the time.

"There is another way."

Time waits for no one, Guangming made up his mind without hesitation: "Take me back."

The prophet didn't talk nonsense, reached out and grabbed Guangming's arm, and the two disappeared into the laboratory together.

The next moment, they all returned to the golden hall on the top of the mountain.

There was no one in the main hall, but the bustling scene of packed seats was still vivid in my mind, as if it was yesterday.

The dozen or so Celestials who were sent by the prophet to stall for time are in serious danger. After today, this organization that once made the world fearful may no longer exist.

Guangming walked quickly towards the golden throne, followed closely by the prophet.

But their goal was not the throne, but the statue of their ancestors standing behind the throne.

Coming to the statue, Guangming waved his hand, and numerous cracks immediately appeared in the thick shell of the statue, and then fell off, revealing the core inside.

The core is also a smaller statue, about the size of an adult, emitting silvery white light and made of some unknown metal.

The surface of the statue is inlaid with dozens of spherical objects, large and small. These are all the God's Heart that the Celestial Clan took from the old gods after many years of hard work. Amaterasu's God's Heart is also among them.

Originally, there were still a few missing, but the gold has not been idle in the past few months. It killed many old gods and made up for the missing hearts of gods.

Now there is only one last step to try to resurrect the ancestors.

But the probability of resurrecting the ancestor is still very low. If Guangming is given another month, he can increase the probability to more than 70%, but now the probability of success is less than 10%.

"Are you going to forcibly resurrect your ancestors?"

The prophet asked from the side: "If we fail, all our years of hard work will be in vain."

"I know."

Guangming looked at the statue of his ancestors with a hint of determination in his eyes: "I have a method with a success rate of at least 95%."

"any solution?"

The prophet frowned. He glanced at Guangming, who seemed to have made up his mind. He suddenly understood and said in a voiceless voice: "Do you... need to sacrifice yourself?"

He had already guessed that Guangming was preparing to sacrifice himself to increase the success rate of resurrecting his ancestors.

Guangming said without looking back: "Sacrifice is out of the question. We will all return to the embrace of our ancestors after all."

Different!

The prophet secretly thought in his heart.

These days, the gods were created by their ancestors. For the first time, they had independent consciousness, felt the beauty of the world for the first time, and were able to live freely for the first time.

If you return to the embrace of your ancestors, there will be nothing left. Emotions, memories, experiences, personality, everything can only be transformed into pure energy without consciousness.

Damn it, it’s obviously only a month away.

There was even a hint of resentment towards gold in the prophet's heart. If he had not acted rashly, he would not have been in danger and forced them to make this choice.

"After I return to the embrace of my ancestors, you will take over the Celestial Clan...forget it."

Guangming originally wanted to explain something to the prophet, but when he thought that after today, the Celestial Clan might become history, he swallowed the rest of his words.

"After the ancestor was resurrected, everything obeyed his will."

Let's talk, Guangming walked towards the statue in front of him without any hesitation or hesitation, reached out to touch it, and transformed himself into pure energy into the statue.

As the most powerful member of the Celestial Clan, Guangming's strength is infinitely close to that of a god, and he is even qualified to complete the Trinity if he is willing.

But he has never done this. From the beginning of his birth, he has been immersed in the laboratory, preparing to resurrect his ancestors.

The prophet watched this scene helplessly, his mouth slightly opened, but in the end he did not speak to stop it.

He and Guangming have supported each other for many years and have reached this point together. No matter what, they cannot give up their years of hard work and give up resurrecting their ancestors.

So he could only respect Guangming's decision.

Guangming's whole person turned into light particles like stars, which were countless highly concentrated spiritual seeds, like a miniature starry sky, all poured into the statue in front of him.

Under the sacrifice of light, the entire statue began to melt, like a liquid, enveloping all the hearts of gods embedded in it.

The prophet watched this scene nervously. The Celestial Clan's years of hard work and the sacrifices of countless brothers and sisters depended on whether it could succeed this time.

The entire statue turned into a sphere, suspended in the air and spinning at high speed, getting faster and faster, just like a star, constantly emitting light and heat through friction with the air, and generating a huge gravitational force.

The prophet subconsciously retreated, but an expression of joy appeared on his face.

But soon, his expression froze because the rotation speed of the sphere slowed down again.

After all, the success rate of 95% is not 100%. Even if Guangming sacrifices himself, it is still a little short in the end, just a little bit.

"Sure enough, we will eventually return to the embrace of our ancestors."

The prophet gave a bitter smile, but he did not flinch. Instead, like a bright light, he resolutely walked towards the slowly slowing down sphere in front of him.

He was originally an idea that gave birth to the original spirit, and the meaning of his existence was to resurrect the original spirit.

When the prophet also turned into pure energy and invested it, the sphere began to rotate rapidly again.

The rotation speed is getting faster and faster, and the light and heat emitted are getting stronger and stronger, and it is also accompanied by a huge gravitational force like a black hole.

The surrounding golden hall, which had stood for countless years without falling, was pulled and collapsed under the huge gravitational force. Countless buildings flew horizontally and were submerged into the rotating sphere, and were directly broken down into the most basic atoms.

Finally, when the sphere rotates to the limit, it instantly bursts out with almost endless light and heat.

The incomplete hall was instantly vaporized, and the snowy mountain tops outside were also melting under the high temperature.

The whole process seemed long, but in fact it only lasted a few seconds. All the light shrank again, and finally condensed into a naked human body.

He couldn't tell his age or even his gender.

She has long silver hair, a majestic yet gentle temperament, and her dark eyes seem to be filled with countless bright stars, shining brightly.

Compared with the gold that is as dazzling as the sun, he is like the moon rising quietly.
To be continued...