Countdown to the villain's darkening, the host must be rescued quickly

[Congratulations to the host, you have completed all the tasks in the Three Thousand Realms]

[I have accumulated enough points and have arranged for the host to leave the prison in the divine world]

[I wish the host a happy journey and remember to leave a good review~~]

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Qi Sui's consciousness was drowsy, and he only heard a burst of system electronic sound ringing in his ears, buzzing, and he was so irritated that he had a headache.

However, he didn't have time to open his eyes.

While he was dizzy, he was suddenly enveloped in large swaths of golden light, and his whole body rose into the air uncontrollably.

The muscles and tendons all over the body are about to burst as if they are congested!

His soul seemed to be pulled out, leaving only an empty shell.

But that soul suddenly fell apart with another bang in front of him!

Qi Sui was lost for a moment, looking at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Soon, the broken soul fragments were fused in front of him, one piece, one piece, and one piece connected to another.

A total of twenty-three pieces.

Little by little, they were blended, blended, and blended again.

There was another bang, and it penetrated into his body!

Qi Sui lost consciousness, and the huge pain in his body made it difficult for him to breathe. He struggled to escape from this unprovoked disaster.

In an instant, Qi Sui was uncontrollably dragged higher into the sky by a strong air current, as if he was being washed away by waves in the long river of time.

He wanted to escape, but was dragged back and forced to face all this.

He gasped and opened his eyes.

In a blur, I seemed to see a figure on the top of the snow-capped mountains. Amidst the heavy snow, a little ethereal light gathered.

That little bit of light was so small that he could hardly see it.

Another moment.

The golden light in front of me was suddenly replaced by more colors.

Qi Sui was wrapped in it and was suddenly pulled to the highest altitude by the powerful force.

The physical discomfort suddenly disappeared, his soul and body merged into one, and Qisui's consciousness gradually recovered.

Just when he wanted to face all this, even faster than that, there were screams in his ears.

"Golden light! It's golden light!!"

"It's really golden light, have you seen it!"

"Which immortal god has returned from a calamity? In such a grand ceremony, the golden light that appears only when the soul returns to its place can be seen by the entire God Realm..."

"Oh my God, this is the first time I've seen golden light in my ten thousand years of life! We don't know which immortal it is!"

The soul fragments gathered together, golden light appeared, and stayed in the air for a long time.

The entire divine world was in turmoil.

Just as countless people marveled at this, the color of the golden light gradually dissipated, revealing his original appearance.

First there was a little white, then a corner of the snowflake. The white mist covered my eyes, and the corners of countless edges formed a complete snowflake.

It was also that moment.

Behind the white mist appeared the phantom of the eternal snow-capped mountains.

The cold winter and the pouring snow were the nightmare of countless people back then!

With the scream of the earth collapsing and the mountains shaking, the entire God Realm was affected, and the surroundings shook uncontrollably, causing creatures to flee in panic.

The joy on everyone's faces just now was replaced by endless panic.

They were shrouded in white light, their faces even paler than this, and they fled back with hoarse throats, as if they thought the man was a ferocious beast.

"Qisui...it's Qisui! The Lord God of War is back!"

"It's him, it must be him! How could it be him! I don't believe it!"

"Isn't he dead? How could he be reborn... When the gods teamed up to wipe him out, we suffered so much for it, how could he come back!"

The living beings he once swore to protect to the death did not feel the slightest surprise at his return, but fear seeped into their bones.

They panic.

They were at a loss.

They desperately wanted to escape.

Beijing Youth Version 77, the pampered young master.