The True God held the World-Ending Mill in his right hand, as if cradling an insignificant speck of dust, his eyes revealing a victorious pride. He stepped out of the ruins of the Divine Hall, each step causing the void to tremble, with every breath making the stars sway.
The True God raised his left hand, and that illusory yet immensely massive body extended a finger, crashing down like a pillar supporting the heavens.
That finger carried the prayers and faith of millions of believers over the ages, imbued with a mysterious power capable of altering the essence of living beings, attempting to crush Lu Yan within the ruins of the Land of the Gods as one would an ant.
Faced with such a destructive strike, in the face of this almost hopeless predicament, Lu Yan suddenly revealed a profound and enigmatic smile.
"I have been waiting for this," he said softly, his voice light yet resonating in every corner of the Land of the Gods.
