Chapter 1965: Chapter 1965: The Tolling Bell
Amon truly had no choice, knowing that for the time being, she couldn’t defeat Li Yao. Reluctantly, she decided to give up, suppressing her discontent for the moment.
From her perspective, she’s been through too many setbacks and hardships; bearing a moment’s frustration is just a trivial matter. Once she acquires a body, settling scores with Li Yao would be an easy task.
“Since you are interested in sacrificial power, why not compete to see who can absorb more? I’m quite an amiable god; fighting and killing are utterly pointless,” Amon suddenly ceased her attack.
Li Yao also stopped, saying with a faint smile, “Exactly, exactly. Fighting and killing only hurts relationships. Anyway, you can’t fully absorb all the sacrificial power, much of it is wasted. Better to enjoy it together rather than alone, isn’t it?”
“Well said, that indeed resonates with me.”
The two spoke with smiles, as if a smile could dissolve their enmity. Moments ago, they were fighting to the death, but now they seemed like they regretted not having met sooner, eager to drink and chat together.
“Really, could Prairie Fire Great God please not smile so falsely?”
“Is that really a god? Every demigod that recently showed up had such arrogant airs. How come this god’s smile is… is…”
“So awkward, so sleazy, so fake.”
“Exactly, what kind of cultivation level is this? How did he become a god?”
“Haven’t you heard? This is the Creator God, the deity produced by the plane’s will.”
“Poor kid, trapped in this small place for countless millennia, never seen the world outside.”
“Both are so fake, each wanting desperately to kill the other, but in the end, neither can do anything, so they have to temporarily compromise.”
“Recommend a book to both of them, ‘The Fundamentals of Acting’; could we please study it properly before putting on a show?”
“Speaking of which, there’s talk that officially a movie centered around ancient gods is in the works, supposedly with Prairie Fire as the lead, quite detailed rumors with specifics.”
“What’s the problem? Last time the grand battle between factions was edited into a movie, and although others might not know, I’ve watched it three or four times; each time is exciting. Many top supermasters appeared; lots of great scenes were featured.”
“Hmm, I’ve indeed watched it several times. Prairie Fire was the standout, certainly, this movie will be aimed at the entire world, and in terms of fame, who else but Prairie Fire has such influence? Moreover, his exceptional skills are crucial, many places simply wouldn’t function without Prairie Fire. Him as the lead, I’ve no objections.”
“No doubt about Prairie Fire’s skill, no doubt about his popularity last time. But Prairie Fire isn’t handsome enough. For a movie, China’s most handsome guy should play Prairie Fire, wouldn’t be much different.”
“Are you nuts? We want to see the real Prairie Fire Great God, not brainwashed by current godly dramas, not just looking at handsome guys.”
“Exactly, Prairie Fire Great God being himself is perfect; no need to hone acting skills. One might queue to worship the Great God yet not get a spot.”
“Wow, the die-hard fans finally showed up.”
Then a remark from the Enchantress: “Though the president hasn’t said so, through discussions among management, the president definitely won’t be involved in filming any movies.”
Amid their stalemate, the audience began wildly complaining, further fueled by the Enchantress’s words.
Li Yao, however, focused entirely on seizing more power from the sacrifices, with Dark Touch and Moon Fire continuously growing stronger and more formidable.
In truth, Li Yao’s intrinsic goal was naturally to enhance his own origin and qualities, to become a world-level chief in one leap.
However, compared to enhancing his own strength, elevating Dark Touch and Moon Fire was substantially harder. Without this chance, he still had other ways to enhance origin and qualities.
But Moon Fire and Dark Touch were not easily advanced.
Dark Touch could normally absorb life, but generally for transition or storage, not enhancing itself, and Moon Fire was the same. Li Yao hadn’t found any methods to enhance Moon Fire.
Until the sacrificial power from the Creator God’s dimension ignited Moon Fire, only then did Li Yao realize: enhancing Moon God’s power naturally needs things related to world will.
Thus, Li Yao wasn’t frustrated but rather delighted, this sub-dimension was timely, allowing his strength to undergo qualitative changes one after another.
In the main dimension, where most heaven-defying opportunities had been divided, reaching this level would be difficult.
And although there are many places with good resources, they are inaccessible, requiring time.
Amon had no complaints left, even if believers said otherwise, they could do nothing but endure despite the grievance.
This process went on for nearly two hours; Amon’s golden body condensed almost into substance.
Suddenly, without warning, an explosive reverberation erupted from the top of the cathedral. A purple figure shot out with a shower of debris, then flashed toward a certain direction like lightning.
“Traitor, dreaming of ringing The Bell of Awakening.”
Amon struck with a palm, enveloping the silhouette, colliding with the gigantic golden hand.
The silhouette was directly slapped into a building.
“Evil God, you can’t stop me.”
Boom!
The golden hand shattered, and the agile silhouette soared into the air again.
“Traitor, try my newly learned skill.”
Golden fingers almost covered a large space, sealing the silhouette.
The audience saw the silhouette clearly; agile and graceful, yet exuding an aura of inviolable dignity, despite appearing somewhat disheveled, the elegance remained unabated.
Dance King!
Some disciples recognized her, the fifth Salary King, although many ordinary disciples had no notion that Salary King and Amon were fundamentally opposing forces.
“Since you’re interested, I’ll continue to play with you.”
An endless stream of arrows flew, shattering the golden fingers.
“Damn it, I let you share my sacrifices, and now you trouble me? Why don’t you just die?” Amon was furious.
The Enchantress shouted loudly, “Dance King bold, do what you must, we’ll hold back this Evil God.”
“No wonder the alarm wasn’t sounded; you were restrained. Much thanks.”
Dance King glanced at the back-and-forth exchange between both sides, despite having a high evaluation of Li Yao, was now moved.
Under Amon’s assault, she had virtually no chance to retaliate, while the opponent held the upper hand. Although unable to wound Amon, he clearly dominated the fight.
With Amon’s angry roar, Dance King swiftly glided on the building tops, promptly reaching one of the city’s tallest towers.
Dance King’s entire body was enveloped in a bizarre, special flame, and she fiercely rang the bell, dormant for countless years.
At that moment, time seemed to stop, as the bell tolled, wave upon wave of shockwaves spread, and every sound in the world seemed to disappear, leaving only the bell sound…