Currently, there is also a force led by the Evil Spear Emperor, occupying the northwest of the Heavenly Realm Battlefield, with numerous gods and countless human believers under their sect.

Once Lu Ran reveals the truth, he can't guarantee the safety of those believers' lives.

For those who have signed the master-servant contract, a god can, with just a thought, execute the believers under their sect.

This is just speaking about Da Xia.

Across the entire world, there are still billions of believers in various countries and regions!

Once the news is made public, how will the Gods and Demons from outer realms react? What consequences will arise?

These concerns make it impossible for Lu Ran to be open and sincere.

Perhaps one day in the future, the Ran Sect will indeed expose the lies of the Gods and Demons, but certainly not now.

"Lu Ran, are you also... a god?"

Suddenly, a voice overshadowed countless others, gradually quieting the crowd.

Lu Ran turned his gaze and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

It was a young woman with an adorable doll-like face, not matching her rank of power in the Sea Realm.

Hu Jiaojiao.

Seeing someone familiar, Lu Ran shook his head with a smile.

Hu Jiaojiao: "I don't believe it!"

Lu Ran: "..."

"Right, I don't believe it!"

"You are, you definitely are! You must be!"

"Ran Shen! Ran Shen! Ran Shen!"

Lu Ran did not tell a lie, but the people did not agree.

After all, many new divine sculptures descended into the world, including Da Xia's second genius, He Qifeng, but the one representing the new gods to speak was Lu Ran.

He directly changed the rules set by all gods, not fearing to offend the gods, just so people could more quickly worship under the new gods and regain familiar divine techniques to have the ability to protect themselves.

"All gods have fallen, Lady Luo Xian and He Tianjiao have become new gods, and also have the divine techniques of the old gods. Were those old gods... were they... by you..."

Another voice rose up, yet dared not speak the complete sentence.

Even so, it was enough for anyone to understand what this person was asking.

And this thought had already arisen in countless minds, just never dared to be truly voiced.

The crowd became completely silent.

Countless pairs of eyes looked up at the young man standing in the air.

Countless faces faced the screens of phones and televisions, watching the smile gradually fade from the young man's face.

Lu Ran put back on the Blood Crystal Mask, returning to a form both celestial and devilish, a muffled voice resonating from the eerie blood face:

"These years, I've traveled to many places."

Lu Ran didn't directly respond to the question, and on the scene, no one dared to ask further.

But across various live streams and forums, the questioning voices surged like a flood, utterly uncontrollable:

"Indeed, all gods have fallen, and you've inherited the abilities of the gods. Could it be the Lord Gods were all killed by you?"

"How can you do this! How dare you do this! The gods saved this world, saved us! The gods have always protected us..."

"Weren't you the pride of Da Xia? An ingrate returning injury for kindness? Ungrateful?"

"So many people died in Da Xia! The entire world was on the brink of destruction! It's because the gods fell that everyone lost their divine techniques! Is this all because of you, Lu Ran?"

"Stop making a fuss, did Ran Shen admit it? Why are you blaming?"

"That goddess who descended into Bihua Ancient City, I know her! She's from the Human Clan, she's He Yingcai from Wulie River University! She's my junior!"

"Yes! And there's Qiao Yuansi and Jiang Ruyi, they are Lu Ran's sister and girlfriend! These divine sculptures descending are all from the Human Clan, and Lu Ran was also a student of Wulie River University; these new gods are all connected to him!"

"Don't spread rumors..."

"Lord Jade Talisman and Lord Dry Sea have long announced, the gods are confronting the demons!"

"Exactly! Many demons have also fallen, perhaps before all gods fell, they chose successors and passed their abilities to their human disciples!"

"Stop saying that BS! Acting like a judge? I just ask if you want to live? Your junior can give you the Bihua Divine Technique, will you respect it or not?"

Across a screen, people were saying all kinds of words.

Forming a sharp contrast with the deathly silent Beifeng City.

"These years, I've traveled to many places, encountered many lives and deaths."

As Lu Ran spoke, he started to turn slowly, once again looking up at the divine sculpture towering in the sky:

"And met many like-minded individuals."

Deng Yuxiang lowered her eyes, wrapping her gaze over the small Human Clan, her expression softened slightly.

"Hoo~"

The stone gauze flowing between the goddess statue's hair slowly descended, transforming to fit the size of the human form, becoming a truly soft and flowing gauze.

Like smoke and mist, it swirled around Lu Ran.

The crowd below immediately felt a weight lift, the terrifying aura of the young man quickly dissipating.

"Do not rashly judge us." Lu Ran looked down beside him, letting the strands of Smoke Green Gauze flow through his fingers.

"You may know our names, but you do not know our stories."

"You only saw them transform into divine sculptures and descend upon ancient cities, but you do not know what we have endured."

Lu Ran knew very well that the identities of the Ran Sect Gods would soon be uncovered.

Their appearances were too clear!

Of course, the warriors of the Ran Sect did not intend to hide their identities.

"All you need to know is, the human Da Xia is our shared homeland; you and I living on this land are blood-connected kinsmen."

"Do you still remember the three questions I asked at the Heavenly Pride Ceremony?"

"Will this world always be like this?"

People looked up at the young man in mid-air; some even covered their mouths, their eyes reddening, waiting in excitement for his response.

Back then, Lu Ran shook his head and said three words – I don't know.

After so many years, with Da Xia's first pride descending as a god, would he give a different answer?

"The answer you've already witnessed," Lu Ran spoke in a deep voice.

Indeed, reality had already given the people an answer.

In the past two or three months, the world had changed dramatically, with gods and demons falling one after another.

As of today, one after another new god has descended into the world, standing tall in ancient cities, becoming new guardians, intending to bestow divine techniques upon humanity, and protect all living things.

Lu Ran continued to repeat the second question from back then:

"Then... will everything get better?"

People concentrated and held their breath, staring intently; many remembered the young man's two-word answer back then – Maybe.

"Continue to live, and see for yourself." Lu Ran's tone was immensely serious, "Do not give up! Just as our generations have not given up for the past forty years, do not give up.

Pick up your hope, reclaim your divine techniques, and then witness all this with your own eyes.

Do not fall before dawn."

"Hoo~"

Lu Ran descended again, closer to the people, just two or three meters from the ground.

With the aid of the Magic Artifact·Smoke Green Gauze, the crowd below was no longer frenzied, but instead surged forward, shouting loudly.

Lu Ran slightly raised his hand, calming the restless crowd, and asked the final question.

But this question did not seem like an inquiry, more like another answer to the previous two questions:

"What if?"

Lu Ran asked, nodding gently.

The scene was silent; before the people could react, they saw Lu Ran nod again.

He slowly turned, facing the densely packed crowd in all directions, facing each eager face, nodding continually, again and again.

A silent response, slow and resolute.

"Ahhhhh!!" The crowd below erupted.

"There must be a way! There must!!"

"Everything will get better, the world will be better, sob... my mom and I will surely survive, everything will be just fine, sob sob..."

The cry was like mountains roaring and seas crashing, deafening in its vastness.

The throng of people nearly boiling, like an enormous bonfire.

The hands held high seemed eager to grasp the youth's garment or perhaps clinging to a thread of courage, tightly clutching a strand of hope.

In short, people strained to stretch out their arms, as if trying to grab hold of something.

Or like they were lifting something up.

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