"Go, the God of Oblivion only likes pure people. I'm not suited to enter His temple," said the World Master.
Su Ming'an stepped out of the elevator, greeted by a sea of gray-black clouds, the mist as thick as sticky ink. A statue of the God of Oblivion stood among the clouds, with a large body and flowing hair.
Behind the statue, a figure sat on a divine seat, holding a divine rod.
...Clytemnestra, the God of Oblivion.
Su Ming'an approached Him, took a deep breath, for his fourth main quest was to slay God.
He lowered his steps, gradually approaching.
At a distance of less than five steps, Su Ming'an heard the voice of that figure:
"...Sorry, Clytemnestra, I took your spot as soon as I arrived."
Su Ming'an was stunned and circled to the front of the divine seat to see—
A blond, blue-eyed youth, dressed in a white robe adorned with blue roses, holding a divine rod, with a pool of fresh blood at his feet.
At the same time, a "ding" sounded in Su Ming'an's ear.
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