Dreams and fists shatter the sky

Chapter 282: Chief Priest Jige

The mother of the Little Book called on people from all over the world to climb this rugged mountain and come to worship the God of Miracles.

Ye An thought such a call was feeble, especially considering how difficult the mountain looked; it was perilous even for ordinary people.

But little did he know.

A pierce through the clouds, thousands of soldiers come to meet.

Tickets to the planet of that mountain are already sold out.

At this moment, that majestic mountain is crowded with people.

Every person's face is marked with devoutness, as if they've grasped a life-saving straw in the drowning sea.

There's someone livestreaming from the mountain, so everything feels incredibly real.

Kneeling at the very top are not others, but four or five hundred soldiers in military uniforms, from the 61st Battle Zone of the Seventh Great Wall.

Liu Jun's family!

Below them are soldiers from the Fifth Great Wall, from the battle zone where Liu Jun fell.

For twenty-three years, they've found it hard to sleep peacefully, closing their eyes only to see Liu Jun standing alone in the field, holding back the enemy army.

"We survived, but he left, and we cannot speak the truth; everything has been deliberately concealed by the military high command.

He should have at least had a grand funeral, leaving a mark in the textbooks.

But all they can do is watch Liu Jun's name be forgotten by people.

They bow their heads in prayer and sincere repentance.

Further down, nearly everyone has been helped by Liu Jun.

Cases like Little Book's are not exceptions.

Liu Jun helped too many Little Books like this.

Because this is the way he thought.

Protecting everyone in the human realm.

Helping them through difficult times is a form of protection in itself.

Only one person is holding a game card of the gods' war.

That card is Liu Jun's initial card, with a star just like this Ye An.

Ye An's prefix is the Fist of the Beginning.

Liu Jun's prefix is just two words—a good person.

Good person Liu Jun.

At this moment, the cloud-shrouded mountain welcomes today's dusk, today's sunset is especially beautiful, and the sky is vast and golden, shining on the believers kneeling on the mountain steps.

"It's really amazing..." Ye An couldn't help but exclaim.

He didn't know that in the basement next to him.

Liu Jun himself looked at the screen in the star-studded tower, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Beside him, Liu Dahuo urged, "Don't dwell on the past, hurry up and embrace your future."

At these words, Liu Jun clenched his fists in excitement and silently nodded before lying down on the pure white experimental bed.

With Ye An's help, Liu Dahuo was more than ninety percent sure of completing such an experiment.

Various instruments shimmered with red or green light in the cold basement, and Liu Dahuo was meticulous in his operation at the front of the platform, everything in order.

The final step was added to the experimental bed.

Liu Jun's body was enveloped in various miraculous liquids, and his aged body began to rejuvenate, his wrinkled face gradually becoming clear.

Liu Dahuo glanced at the clock.

Whether Liu Jun lives or dies will be known in four hours.

He sat upright in the basement, highly focused, watching the changes in Liu Jun's body and listening to the ticking of the clock.

Suddenly.

His heart skipped a beat, an ominous premonition rising in his heart.

Liu Dahuo's face changed slightly.

Everything around was normal, all devices were working fine, and Liu Jun's condition was also very good.

But his premonition was real.

The powerful lifeforce has a unique perception of the strong.

So he knew his premonition was true.

Without hesitation, Liu Dahuo contacted Lin Ying and told him about it.

"Can't find the source of this ominous feeling?"

Lin Ying frowned, sitting cross-legged on the upper floor of the laboratory, aware of any movement around him.

At the same time.

In the Chief Priest's temple beneath the Ancestor God.

The Chief Priest Jige, second only to the God King, sat in the center of a divine and ethereal hall.

Jige floated naked in the air, his figure like a perfect sculpture, surrounded by clouds and a sacred golden halo behind him.

Only Jige's ten fingers moved slightly in front of him.

A huge blue light ball appeared, opposed by a vastly larger golden light ball.

Both spheres were made up of densely packed blue and golden rays of light, magnificent and beautiful.

Then.

The High Priest, wearing a mask behind Jige, narrowed his eyes.

Jige's third eye also opened at his brow.

An invisible force collided with the edge of the blue light ball.

"Crack, crack, crack."

A runic formation appeared on the periphery of the blue light ball, and Jige's third eye continued to exert force.

Two mysterious forces wrestled in the intangible world, until Jige's third eye overflowed with blood.

Finally.

"Crack!"

The runic formation on the blue light ball shattered!

The High Priest looked excitedly up.

A smile of uncontrollable satisfaction appeared on Jige's face.

"It seems that Zhu Ge Tianming is truly near death."

"That decaying body has little divine power left."

It turned out that the blue light ball was the human race's fortune aggregation, while the golden light ball was the divine race's fortune aggregation.

The runic formation outside the light ball was a protective formation laid down by Zhu Ge Tianming to prevent other races' sorcerers from prying.

Once upon a time, no matter the cost, Jige could not shake Zhu Ge Tianming's barrier and see the human race's fortune composition.

Today, the Chief Priest suddenly had an idea.

What gave the human race the confidence to confront the divine realm?

If Wood Heaven personally took action to kill Ye An, who in the human realm could withstand it?

Seven generations of kings?

Three thousand years ago, it was himself who faced off against him, and he knew the outcome, concluding that the injuries of the seventh-generation king could not have healed in these three thousand years.

Thinking of this, he instinctively adjusted his mask and a coldness appeared in his eyes.

In any case, the seventh-generation king could not stop Wood Heaven.

The only person in the human realm who could withstand him was Zhu Ge Tianming!

He was the last line of defense for the human race, and the only line of defense.

His situation was well known throughout the realms.

Three thousand years ago, he had exhausted most of his divine power in the battle for the throne.

During these three thousand years.

Not only Jige, but many sorcerers from the Demon Realm, the Ghost Realm, and many other domains had attacked him.

The battles of the Fate Sorcerer do not require face-to-face confrontation, just like at this moment, Jige directly attacked the human realm's fortune aggregation, which could harm Zhu Ge Tianming, though he himself would also be injured.

Even a camel starves to death is bigger than a horse.

However, three thousand years is not short, and every little bit of grinding should have worn down his last divine power.

So the Chief Priest thought that the human realm was in a state of desperation!

Zhu Ge Tianming will burn his last divine power and injure the divine realm, and escort Ye An back to the human realm.

If we cannot make the human realm stronger, then we will pull down the divine realm. With Zhu Ge Tianming's strength, if he does not spare his life, he really can do such a heroic feat.

Moreover, Zhu Ge Tianming would make such a decision reasonable, and he and his allies are all a group of madmen who can pay any price for victory.

So he sent Jige to explore Zhu Ge Tianming's bottom.

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