The Sun God finally moved.
With the grace of the most noble emperor surveying his domain, he slowly focused the twin burning golden eyes of the sun entirely upon the living tomb of remnants below — the last remains of the Evil God, continuously collapsing. Without words, without unnecessary actions. He simply raised his hand.
A giant hand, constructed of pure Solar Divine Power refined to the utmost extent, emanating supreme majesty, appeared out of thin air above the Evil God's remains. Though not a physical entity, the giant hand contained Divine Punishment Power enough to judge all things. It slowly descended, not swiftly, yet with an irresistible force of fate's end.
And the moment the golden giant fingertip touched the Evil God's remains.
"Ah——!!!"
The Evil God let out the ultimate wail, echoing throughout the universe, mixed with endless pain, despair, and reluctance! In that wail, his consciousness, formed by the wailing of millions of souls, began to be thoroughly purified and disintegrated, like snow cast into a furnace! His remaining purple-black flesh and twisted bones burned violently under the pure Solar Divine Power, like ignited oil grime with a muffled "boom!"
The flame was pure gold, without a trace of black smoke, only the most thorough Light of Purification!
"Everything you stole should return to its rightful owner."
The reversely rotating energy ball began to shrink rapidly.
The dark energy within was purified into the most primal Solar Divine Power, then merged into Ra's body like a hundred rivers converging into the sea. The Evil God's screams grew weaker.
Finally, they completely disappeared.
When the last thread of dark energy was purified and absorbed, the once-feared Evil God Set-Apep utterly vanished from this world.
The burning lasted merely a few seconds.
When the golden flames extinguished, nothing remained where the Evil God's remains had been.
No ashes, no remnants, not a trace of Evil Energy remained. His existence was utterly, completely erased from every aspect of matter, energy, soul, and concept.
It was as if he had never been born, never existed. Only a trace of purified fresh air lingering attested to an ultimate battle that once decided the world's fate here.
Yes, no earth-shattering explosions, no dying struggles or counterattacks, as if he had never existed. The world was completely restored to calm.
The sky was purely blue, the sunlight warmly golden, the breeze carried the scent of newly born grass and trees. The ruins of the Temple remained, but the evil aura it had been shrouded in was completely gone.
In the distance, Carina and her followers bathed in sunlight, tears yet to dry, but faces blooming with the smiles of survival and filled with hope. In the city, the sound of life's resurgence gradually arose.
"The Main God is indeed far stronger than me."
Ian stared at this scene, utterly shocked. This was the true power of the Gods — not brute destruction, but absolute mastery over the rules.
Ra slowly descended before Ian, golden eyes filled with a smile: "Now, you can safely collect the fragments."
Ian then remembered that his recent actions had been watched by the Sun God, feeling a bit embarrassed: "Sorry for the show, it's just... a profession habit."
Ra shook his head indifferently.
"I understand the bloodline instinct of the Prince Clan." He gently raised his hand, and the scattered fragments automatically flew into Ian's lead box.
"Consider these a token of gratitude for your help."