I Became the Sun God

God's eyes are looking at this small world beyond endless time and space.

Every being under Qin Ran's gaze feels small and calm from the bottom of his heart.

That's a very strange feeling.

No one wants to be as small as an ant.

But under that kind and warm gaze, they instinctively accepted the fact that they were insignificant, and even enjoyed the warmth that came from their souls.

"I feel your devout faith and will."

"You... are very good. You have been recognized by the Holy Clothes."

"You are also very good. There are still some of you who have the potential to become saints."

"The light shall bless you."

What the gods spoke was an ancient language that resonated directly in the heart of everyone.

But facing that ancient language, everyone understood its meaning, just like the rules were unclear but could be understood.

Encouraged by the Creator of the Sun, the believers of the Yanyang Tribe were extremely excited.

see it!

Our efforts are recognized by God!

We are indeed the beloved children of the Creator of the Sun!

While all the believers were excited, a soft holy light descended from the sky and enveloped everyone.

Even those who were not Qin Ran's followers were bathing in the holy light and quickly recovered their physical strength and wounds.

The dying man was saved.

People with minor injuries fully recover.

Under the benevolent and selfless miracle of the Creator of the Sun, everyone can feel the greatness of the Creator.

But even after bathing in the holy light, the dying child still did not recover.

He is too young.

Moreover, the power of darkness almost deprived him of all his vitality and caused his spine to break.

If it weren't for the shroud of holy light, this child would probably be dead.

The young man knew this, and even though he was bathed in the divine light, his heart was extremely sad.

He doesn't want to lose anymore.

He had lost all his family members and did not want to lose the last of his children.

But what can I do?

Only God can save my children, and our God is gone.

The young people are hopeless.

But soon the holy light that repaired his body made him realize where the hope was.

"god…"

"Isn't the sun creator that the Yanyang tribe believes in a benevolent and powerful god?"

"The holy clothes he gave to believers are enough for believers to kill gods."

"He can heal them with his gaze across endless time and space."

"Such a great being should be able to save my child."

Realizing this, the young man's eyes lit up.

He held his child in his arms, crawled forward a few steps on his knees, and begged to the sky:

"O Great Creator of the Sun!"

"Please save my child. I am willing to give everything I have. I just ask you to save my child."

"I really have no choice."

"He's so young and I don't want to see him die."

"The god of the Holy Sword Tribe has fallen. The only one who can save him is you, the great sun creator."

"Please...please..."

After praying, the young man touched his forehead to the bottom and murmured a humble plea.

Buzz!

Soon, the young man felt a gaze as majestic as a mountain looking at him.

Being in that gaze, he seemed to feel that the whole world was watching him.

This kind of terrifying power was something that even the Opening Heaven Holy Sword could not possess before.

"This is a god countless times more powerful than the Kaitian Holy Sword."

Such an idea came into the mind of the young man.

"Is the spine broken?"

"Humble mortal, I feel your despair, and I also feel his attachment to life."

"As the source of light and the source of life, I am willing to bless each of my children."

"Child...let him go..."

"The Illuminati will give him new life."

God’s voice echoes across heaven and earth, like spring breeze, sunshine, and rain, making everyone feel more peaceful.

Even the fanatical believers of the Holy Sword of Kaitian have to admit the kindness and greatness of the sun creator.

With everyone watching, the young man carefully placed his child on the ruins-like land.

The next moment, soft holy light descended from the sky and enveloped the young child.

Under the divine light, the child was suspended in mid-air.

"I can feel your confusion and despair."

"With the destruction of the holy sword that contains divine power, you have lost the lighthouse in your heart."

"But don't be confused, the Illuminati will continue to guide you."

"Your holy sword will also be with you."

Qin Ran felt the thoughts of those people and knew that after losing their gods, their inner faith and support collapsed.

Maybe if you give them enough time, the Yanyang tribe can slowly let them recover.

But in the eyes of Qin Ran, the god, everything is not that troublesome.

Wasn't it because the Holy Sword was destroyed?

Then I, the Creator of the Sun, will reshape the Holy Sword for you.

Your holy sword is back. It was shaped by the Creator of the Sun. Who is the truly great god? Do I need to say more?

Just taste it yourself!

"And...this holy sword is a good material."

"Among the totem gods I have killed, this holy sword has one of the best potentials."

Qin Ran spoke highly of the Kaitian Holy Sword.

Although the power of the Heaven-Opening Holy Sword is only that much, it still has the authority to open the sky.

If this kind of authority is developed to a later stage, the world may not be shattered with just one sword.

But it is a pity that the totem god in the remote countryside has no hope of growing up.

Such a fallen totem god is most suitable as a stepping stone for the Creator of the Sun to spread his name.

When the Holy Sword is mentioned, many people have blank expressions in their eyes.

The holy sword has been destroyed, how can it still be with us?

The thoughts in their minds had just arisen when they saw countless fragments of the holy sword flying out from the corners of the ruins.

Under the shroud of light, the fragments were pieced together again, turning into a holy sword full of cracks.

boom!

The golden sun fire fell from the sky, burning the broken holy sword fiercely.

Under the refining of the sun's fire, the holy sword gradually melted, but it still maintained the shape of the holy sword.

During the tempering of the sun's divine fire, a large amount of impurities turned into smoke and dust and dissipated, leaving only the increasingly pure holy sword itself.

"My child has seen the end, and I will give him hope."

"From today on, he will continue to be with you as the incarnation of the Holy Sword."

God's voice sounded in the distance.

Under that vast power, the holy sword melted into liquid and slowly penetrated the child's back.

An extremely sharp aura spread out from the child's body.

The body that had lost its support stood upright again after the holy sword was integrated into it.

It is recorded in the myths of later generations that God gave believers a holy sword that represented the end and hope.

Devout believers hold the holy sword and eventually become the golden saints who always accompany the gods.

And his people, from then on, bathed in the glory of God in the name of the Holy Sword.

This record comes from...The Bible·The Legend of the Holy Land