"The thirty-thousand, one hundred and seventieth Festival of Wind and Light." The Central King, the Mage, and the Guard Captain knelt on the ground.
The King of Wind and Light slowly closed his eyes, listening to the whispers of the wind, reading the journal of light.
Yang Qinglan, Li Qianxia, and Turquoise Pool silently walked up to Li Changzhou, while Little Radish jumped directly onto his shoulder.
Li Changzhou tried to send them into "Honey Jar World," but failed as a rejecting will emanated from them.
He looked sharply at Li Qianxia.
Li Qianxia held onto his hand and did not let go.
Yafeiluna, Soda Crackers, and Little Five were terrified, creeping over like mice that dare not disturb a cat.
The sand painter woman, street dance girl, reinforcing steel and iron bones, Deadly Light Flame... they wandered in fearful reverence.
Hou Feng, Little Martial Saint, Aman, Door Plate... they were in pain, sad, regretful, fearful, exhausted.
The King of Wind and Light slowly opened his eyes, his facial expression serene.
"Great Wind and Light, the Four Seasons Star prostrates under your glory," the Central King prayed loudly, "please grant death to the people of Earth!"
Li Changzhou took a deep breath, Divine Body ready to spring into action; Yang Qinglan's hair slightly swayed, Gu She Divine Woman got ready.
The tension in the air was almost tangible, the Death God that harvests lives through the river of time seemed to hover at the next moment, ready to take them away.
"When is the end?" sighed the King of Wind and Light.
The light became obscure, the Wind Sound whimpered, and the Four Seasons Star was weeping.
"I drew strength from the remnants of bodies, stifled the development of civilization, slowed the enhancement of the players' strength. Precisely because of this, the Four Seasons Star was chosen by the Game of Value, and the Earth people caused me to awaken prematurely,"
The intensely tensed bodies and nerves of everyone were distracted by these words.
Extracting the strength of remnants, does that refer to "Spring," "Summer," "Autumn," and "Winter"?
If there were no players, it would have taken a lot longer for these four beads to turn into entities, at least for 'Summer' and 'Winter.'
Did the King of Wind and Light wish to resurrect in the near future rather than now?
But for gods, what is the difference between the future and now?
Stifling the development of civilization, was it the fear that indigenous people of Four Seasons Star would abandon their faith due to advanced technology and even emigrate to other planets?
The selection of Four Seasons Star by the Game of Value, was it a coincidence or inevitable, was it intended to clear out these gods through this event?
One question after another, full of fear, the cautiousness of the crowd was mixed with a hint of curiosity.
"Meng Fanao!" Hou Feng, covering the wound on his chest, roared at the sky, "Wake up! Your child is still waiting for you to come back, have you forgotten?"
Meng Fanao was the name of 'Ambition and Vision.'
The King of Wind and Light glanced at Hou Feng, the divine gaze permeating his body, penetrating his soul, extracting his reasoning, then reweaving it within a fraction of a second.
Hou Feng knelt down, letting the wound on his chest bleed, he prayed devoutly:
"The earth rises at my will, forests build houses, yellow sand flaps wings, maturity assaults all, life persists after death."
"Light weaves into a cage, wind captures everything."
"I hear the era opposing me."
"Therefore—"
"I let the Morning Star burn, evening light stay, I anchor at this moment."
"I crown myself, become the master of the world, I am the King of Wind and Light."
The King of Wind and Light looked at the Central King and said:
"Unless necessary, I never kill. I will preserve their sanity, life, and imprison them by this river, forever bound to this planet. That is their greatest punishment."
"I obey your will." The Central King did not look up.
Being unable to return home, stuck on a planet with a god, limited to a small river's range, was a tremendous torture for those endeavoring to return to Earth.
Their expressions were numb, unable to accept that they would never return home.
Reinforced Iron Bones recalled a conversation with 'One Sword through the Throat' before meeting Li Changzhou.
"I still want to go back and see my parents once more."
"It's too late now."
It is too late.
Forever stuck in this godforsaken place without even a cellphone! Never seeing family again! Opening eyes to a high and mighty god, closing eyes to struggle in the Game of Value!
Li Changzhou's heart was not in disarray, he was calmly thinking—why did the King of Wind and Light sigh? Would awakening earlier than planned have an effect?
If the deity were asleep, living on Four Seasons Star would not count as suffering for him.
As long as Yang Qinglan and Li Qianxia were by his side, they could survive anywhere.
"Your heart is angry." The deity looked at the Central King, "I understand your feelings, child, I could kill them, I could also resurrect the dead, but I cannot."
The deity looked towards the sky.
"I order the stars to burn themselves, to be my weapon."
Behind the sun, countless stars lit up, their brilliance rivaling that of Earth's sun, one by one, filling the sky.
"Child," the King of Wind and Light rose from the throne, "I cannot waste any strength, I too have my battles."
All the lights in the sky vanished, converging on the King of Wind and Light, forging into a battle armor, longsword, shield.
A black hole was embedded in the shield, countless stars adorned the longsword.
In the pitch-black sky, not a single star remained; the previously dazzling galaxy now lay in the hands of the King of Wind and Light, becoming the deity's weapon.
In countless stories passed down in Four Seasons Star, the galaxy sprawled across the sky was indeed a weapon of the deity.
About deities, the most legendary stories often turn out to be the most credible truths.