Chapter 669 — The Immortal Consciousness of the Three Primordial Spirits
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
A terrifying tremor surged forth. The giant infant was blasted away, crashing into the earth, tumbling and rolling, smashing mountains into continuous collapse.
"We won..."
The gods and demons in the sky all looked with anxious expressions toward where the infant had fallen. They saw the infant lying by a great river, its head plunged into the water, its rear sticking up, utterly motionless.
"We won!" Cheers rang out across the sky. Countless people celebrated, embraced one another, wept with agitation.
"That was fun."
Suddenly the enormous infant pulled its head from the river, sat up on the ground, and giggled, "So fun! Do it again!"
The gods and demons in the sky were stunned, terrified. A feeling of despair spread among the deities. The Crimson Bright Divine Son hastily shouted, "Activate the Crimson Emperor's Eyes! Shoot him dead!"
The light of the three suns and three moons in the sky converged once more. The sky immediately grew dark again, and the entire suspended realm fell into darkness.
Hum. Six stars trembled, and light shot forth. The giant infant was wildly excited. He clenched his fists, and two dark pillars of light shot from his eyes to meet the divine light of the great suns and bright moons.
Terrible power震荡 in the heavens. Then an earth-shaking roar rang out. In the sky, one great sun was suddenly pierced through with a massive hole, and on the other side, a bright moon also revealed a great hole at its center, like a round jujube with its pit punched through.
"Again!" the infant said excitedly.