"Go to life! Go to life! Go to life!"

“All living beings are suffering, and the end is coming!

The precious raft that will transport me to another life will send me to another life!"

Everyone in the Puranana sect bowed their heads and chanted devoutly, and their voices became louder and louder.

Even if they lowered their heads, they could still feel the purest purple light shining through the abyss, as if falling from a blue spring from above, penetrating the entire world.

As a result, they became more pious, more awe-stricken, and more ecstatic in their hearts, as if they had seen the end coming, when people all over the world were wailing and struggling in blood and fire, and dying in dark despair.

Only they boarded the treasure raft of the Puranana sect to survive the end of the world safely, and passed away in a peaceful place on the other side.

During this process, familiar figures and translucent bodies flew up from the ruined world and the burning earth, and also boarded the treasure raft to transcend the world.

They are those believers who have grown up in the afterlife sect and sacrificed themselves in various situations. Their bodies have died and their souls have passed away.

Among them were old white men and other believers who died in the tomb of the Khitan Goddess.

Everyone was so immersed in this scene that they didn't notice that in addition to the bursts of majestic purple light, there were also wisps of strange, evil purple energy rising faintly, lingering on all of them.

The purple air seemed to have no substance. It was sucked in through their mouths and noses, penetrated through their eye sockets and ear holes, and penetrated through their exposed skin...

Gradually, without even them noticing it, their deeply lowered eyebrows had unknowingly turned dull and filled with purple energy.

"Purple Qi Tianluo!"

The voice of the reincarnated goddess seemed to come from heaven.

"Believers, I once had a dream in which I saw the Khitan goddess dancing barefoot and naked in front of a thousand troops.

There is a purple sacred stone, suspended above the head, shining in all directions.

Purple air formed into the sky, covering the battlefield and surrounding the battle formation. Thousands of troops were intoxicated by the dancing and posture of the Khitan goddess.

So the goddess gave an order, and thousands of troops and horses marched through everything, just for the goddess to smile. Even if she died several times, she would not let go of her sword..."

The reincarnated goddess slowly stood up, her voice uncertain.

"Now......"

The voice of the reincarnated goddess was lingering, but the purple light beam bursting out of the ring suddenly solidified.

A beam of light shot through the air. The reincarnated goddess' head was as thin as a hair. The further it extended forward, the thicker it became. It reached to the middle, and was even so thick that it could brush against the iron chains crisscrossing the abyss.

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The beam of light sometimes seems to be illusory, passing through the iron chain without any effect;

Sometimes it is physical, and the chain makes a clanking sound when touched, and the ground trembles constantly.

The vibrations extended outward along the iron chains, like a concerto, resounding across the abyss in an instant.

"Kuang-dang-kang-dang~~Kang-dang-kung-dang~~~"

The iron ropes shook and trembled, and finally all the tremors were transmitted to the stone pillars of the isolated island where the bronze coffin was located.

The bronze coffin trembled slightly, as if something was reviving, waking up, and sighing.

"Bang!"

Under the influence of invisible force, the hair of the reincarnated goddess suddenly lifted up backwards and upwards, constantly flicking in the void, as if every hair had turned into a spirit with its own life and spirituality.

Like a snake.

All the dyeing faded away instantly, and every hair strand turned silver.

Pure, dazzling, the purest silver hair.

At the same time, wrinkles began to appear continuously on the corners of the eyes, forehead, and cheeks of the reincarnated goddess.

This change was so natural and easy, as if those wrinkles were already there, but were hidden under the influence of something, and now they resurfaced.

Not only on the face, but also on the hands and bare feet of the reincarnated goddess, the originally moist skin is also becoming pale, dry, and wrinkled...

Gradually, the peculiarity in the reincarnated goddess disappeared and she returned to the appearance that an old woman of her age should have.

In fact, this process is still going on and is still serious.
Chapter completed!