The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1310 385: The Ancient Gods Are Dead, Long Live the New Gods! (Part 2)

Through the pendant on Jon's chest, Luo Yan, Merk, Miller, and all the assistants present saw the world behind the 178th Void Realm clearly for the first time.

Soon, everyone was amazed by the scene before them!

It was a bizarre world, with skyscrapers towering like shining lighthouses. Multicolored rainbows overlapped, slicing the sky into narrow gaps, and dividing the ground into unfathomable canyons and abysses.

Gray fog seemed to never dissipate, scattering the neon lights on giant billboards into mesmerizing spots of light.

Gray Men in raincoats threaded through the shadows behind the bright facade, like raindrops falling into puddles in alleys.

Those raindrops were busy and numb, like ants foraging for food.

"Saint Sis above..." Miller subconsciously murmured, deeply shocked by the scene before him.

In terms of visual impact, the miracle of the 440th Void Realm was nothing compared to here!

Merk was even more astounded, his eyes widened in disbelief as he said, "How many Mage Towers have they built?"

Luo Yan chuckled inwardly.

Those aren't Mage Towers; the research isn't about the esoteric truths of Source Technique but another equally profound matter.

However, he didn't explain further, just shifted his gaze back to Jon behind the Void Realm, signaling Miller to continue conveying his will.

"I didn't expect such a big change in this world."

As the mages chanted, that ethereal voice became spiritual ripples through the Void Realm, echoing once more in Jon's mind.

"Tell me, my child... How long have we been apart?"

Hearing this, Jon immediately responded respectfully, his voice tinged with the melancholic passage of time.

"Ninety-nine years, my lord... just one year short of a century since we parted."

"Ninety-nine years, that is quite a long time indeed."

The dignified yet calm voice resounded again, the melancholic tone carrying a hint of a senior's appreciation for the younger generation.

"It seems you haven't wasted this century; you have created such beautiful works with this time."

Beautiful?

Upon hearing this word, Jon's expression twisted in anger and jealousy. He lowered his head, trying to hide the unconcealable expression.

"My lord, forgive me for not daring to agree with your opinion..." He uttered the words through clenched teeth, full of resentment for this world, "In this universe, there might be no creation as ugly as this!"

As soon as he spoke, he instantly regretted it, followed by a profound fear gripping him... How dare he defy the divine in the Void?

Yet, to his astonishment, the anticipated divine punishment did not arrive.

That great presence only gazed at him kindly, responding to his "mischief" with a fatherly tone.

"Really? It seems you are not satisfied with this creation."

This gentle response struck the softness in Jon's heart.

Perhaps due to losing his father at a young age, he yearned for that caring feeling, even coming from the boundless darkness.

"No one likes them, my lord..." His voice trembled, his attitude shifting to humble submission, even more so than before, "Except for those who truly possess them, or those who think they possess them!"

The voice in the void remained silent.

He swallowed a bitter saliva, gazing at the distant skyscrapers, silently reciting in his heart.

"When I was an employee at the company, I felt incredibly proud to work in that luminous tower rising into the clouds. My job was designing opening ads for refrigerator doors, and although people didn't know me, they would see my work when they opened the door. Every day upon waking, I felt my life was meaningful. Moreover... this job brought me considerable income, allowing me to live a decent life and use better prosthetics."

"Until one day, when I got sick, they mercilessly kicked me out, and only then did I realize how foolish my previous 'belief' was. That tower had never belonged to me for even a second, and even the prosthetics on me weren't mine. And my once-proud job wasn't liked by people; only recently did I use my own product... that cursed thing requires staring at it for thirty seconds to unlock, yet I have to pay the electricity bill!"

He dropped all pretense and strength, pouring all grievances and discontent to the only divine willing to listen to him.

No one wanted to hear his complaints because they were also struggling in this filthy gray fog; only by stepping on another pitiful person could they catch their breath.

Except for Colin.

He benevolently embraced everything about him, listening to his lamentations, the feeling... was just like a real father.

And at this moment, on the other side of the Void Realm, Merk listened to the unfamiliar words conveyed through spiritual resonance, his face showing confusion.

Refrigerator?

Advertisement?

What are those things?

Though puzzled, he didn't delve too deeply into it.

The Void Realm always transmitted some inexplicable concepts; these belonged to the "noise" that couldn't be correctly understood or translated.

Mages of the Academic State weren't always able to extract useful information from behind the Void Realm, as the prerequisite for exchanging information through the Void Realm channel was "resonance."