Chapter 2384 - 2385: Ascension to Main God

In the depths of the Pacific Ocean, several thousand meters below the seabed, a flat deep-sea creature lies dormant in slumber.

Suddenly, as if a breeze brushed over its body, the deep-sea creature suddenly awoke.

With its pitifully weak spiritual wisdom, it vaguely realized that a powerful will had descended upon this space.

The deep-sea creature instinctively curled itself up, allowing the powerful will to sweep over its body, trembling uncontrollably.

It could completely feel that with just a single thought, the powerful will could make its body explode.

Even such a lowly creature could feel the terrible power of that will.

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In the Arctic Icy Wasteland, a polar bear was chasing a seal, with cold seawater splashing around.

The polar bear was about to succeed, but suddenly let out a howl, released the seal, and plunged into the seawater, swimming toward the unfathomable seabed.

The seal that narrowly escaped death blinked its small eyes, somewhat confused.

Suddenly, as if awakened from a nightmare, it leapt up high and hurriedly fled far away.

At that moment, both the polar bear and the seal felt the descent of an irresistible majestic will.

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In the Sahara Desert, a black girl looked at the broken black bread and cried.

This black bread was meant for her brother, but a thief knocked it to the ground while escaping.

After a commotion, the bread was trampled into crumbs, covered in dirty mud and footprints, no longer edible.

The black girl carefully knelt down, dirty little hands trying to gather the crumbs of the black bread.

But at that moment, an inexplicable powerful will swept through.

The black bread, already reduced to crumbs, suddenly rose from the ground, quickly condensing in the air into a fragrant, clean black bread, which then fell into the girl's hands.

The girl could hardly believe her eyes.

She joyfully wiped the bread, knelt down, and murmured her gratitude for the divine intervention.

Then she held the fragrant black bread and ran forward.

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In the African-American neighborhood of Manhattan, an armed robber menacingly threatened a beautiful Huaxia woman, committing robbery.

The beautiful Huaxia woman clung fiercely to her bag, looking at the robber with fear and helplessness, not daring to run or call for help.

The armed robber, seeing the woman's stubbornness, thrust a blade toward her throat.

In such a place, killing someone was the simplest of things.

However, at that moment, an inexplicable powerful will swept through.

The shiny dagger veered in midair and stabbed into the robber's thigh.

The armed robber's face twisted in pain, yet he couldn't control himself, and the second blade pierced into his chest, making blood splash everywhere.

Seeing the armed robber fall to the ground, the beautiful woman screamed in fright and ran away.

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On the Champs-Elysees in Paris, a beautiful woman in a long dress sat on a bench, reading the first morning newspaper.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze blew, precisely lifting her white gauze skirt, revealing the beauty beneath.

The beautiful woman quickly held down her skirt and cried out in surprise, hastily standing up.

Between her ears, it seemed that she heard someone speaking.

"Granny's rotten brush doesn't bloom, safety pants are the least creative invention of humanity."

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At Yinxue Tower in Yannan City.

Mad Blade, clearly still intoxicated, his eyes bloodshot, unzipped his pants, and in the dark, fertilized a pot of camellias, releasing internal pressure.

Strangely, the urine from within him flowed continuously, and from his bladder came an unbearable pressure, as if this stream would never end.

Mad Blade cursed.

"What the hell is going on, who am I harming by taking a piss?"

"Not even Little Bird Yang can control when I pee or fart."

At that moment, an intolerable pain suddenly came from his rear.

Mad Blade gasped in shock and reached behind, feeling a thick, hard vine.

That vine, at some point, had jabbed Mad Blade from behind, with acute precision.

Mad Blade instantly sensed an eerie atmosphere, as if someone was watching him from the shadows.

He shivered, pulled up his pants, and ran away.

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A major national leader, at a press conference, waxed eloquently, making grandiose speeches concerning recent news hotspots, his words insinuating criticism of Huaxia.

Bam!

The eminent figure suddenly let out an unexpectedly foul and loud fart.

The fart came so unexpectedly that everyone was shocked, and people covered their noses.

After a brief silence, the entire press conference erupted into turmoil.

The eminent figure looked at the flashing magnesium lights below the stage, his face turned blue.

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At Zhonghai Beach in Huaxia, Chen Ke calmly watched the surging river water, yet her heart longed for the damnable Yang Fei, whereabouts unknown.

Behind Chen Ke, a young man in his 30s, dressed luxuriously and holding a bouquet of roses, knelt on one knee, speaking loudly.

"Miss Chen, I ask you to marry me, I'll take care of you forever."

"Let that irresponsible man fade from your life, forget him, and I'll give you the whole world!"

The endlessly flowing river at The Bund suddenly surged upwards, reaching two to three stories high.

This surge, like a square screen, looked like a gigantic billboard from a distance.

This spectacle instantly caught Chen Ke's attention.

On the billboard formed by the river water, a line of large characters appeared.

"Ke'er, I love you, let him get lost!"

Seeing the crooked handwriting, Chen Ke jumped up with surprise and joy, looking around.

"Yang Fei, is that you? Where are you?"

Everywhere Chen Ke looked, all the neon lights and billboards in the city, even the tops of all the taxis, flashed with Yang Fei's mischievous smiling face, blowing kisses continuously to Chen Ke.

Yang Fei's figure instantly disappeared, and the city's plasma LCD televisions and neon billboards flashed with crooked handwriting.

"I'm always by your side, I'll come find you in a couple of days, to spank you."

Chen Ke giggled, casually took the bouquet of roses from the man's hands, and then forcefully tossed it into the air.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

The young man looked on in despair, suddenly letting out a cry of anguish, scrambling away.

In the darkness, came the sound of his ghostly wails: "There's a ghost!"

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Yang Fei's Divine Thought, followed the roots of Jianmu, running continuously across the Earth, scanning.

Yang Fei's Divine Thought swept over every inch of land, every person, his will descending simultaneously.

No person, no thing could withstand his powerful will.

In Yang Fei's palm, an orb resembling a globe slowly formed, emitting a dazzling white halo.