Chapter 227 - 194 We Have Seen the Light
Pale power burst forth within the Country of Divines, and the divine beings who had been battling against the pale divinities were instantly tainted with the pallor of death, which, like the venom of a cobra, spread throughout their entire bodies almost instantly.
Countless divinities of the Country of Divines were transformed into pale divinities, and the stars in the universe slowly lost their original colors, turning pale instead.
Dragon God Endora leaped high, attempting to escape the scourge of the pale epidemic, but that terrifying might relentlessly pursued her until it tainted her dragon tail and ascended to her six wings.
She released a piercing dragon roar, a mournful sound that became the dominant theme among the divinities at that moment.
On the surface of the earth, the Wind God, Wood God, Pasture God, Agricultural God... one after another, the divinities succumbed to the pallid contamination amidst wails of agony, and the moment the pale corruption was complete, their original cries disappeared, their emotions abruptly stripped away, transforming them into heartless, duty-less stone puppets, or like stars forever bound to their ordained orbits.
The already precarious Country of Divines collapsed in the blink of an eye, teetering on the verge of shattering.
Witnessing this hopeless scene, Kagawus’s eyes sharply contracted, and in his trembling, he ground his teeth, while in the distance the Prophetic Star suddenly erupted with dense divine power. Its core compressed, Kagawus raised his eyes, straining to gaze upon the Fate Line!
Facing the Fate Line, Kagawus extended his hand, and the Prophetic Star trembled violently. Its core, the condensation of Original Divine Power, was continuously pressured by Kagawus, who fixated on the Fate Line, ready to make the final prophecy even if it shattered the star.
"The Golden Age cannot end like this..."
However, even as Kagawus gathered all his strength to see the imminent future, he lacked the ability to influence fate. The destiny of the gods’ war had long been determined, and no matter how hard the divinities struggled, all that awaited them was endless despair.
The pale power was destined to envelope every divinity, and even the magnificent Golden Hall and the Thunderbolt King upon his throne were merely gasping for breath.