As the Evil God was completely erased by the ultimate purification of the Sun God Ra, the foundation of its existence collapsed.
The purplish-red energy stream that maintained all the evil creations, originating from the "Pseudo-God's" heart, instantly withered and vanished, like severed veins.
The dried-up bishop corpses, wandering through the city like zombies, suddenly stiffened. In their hollow eye sockets, driven by Evil Energy, the last shred of purplish-red light flickered wildly like a dying candle, and then with a "poof," it extinguished completely.
Immediately, from their dried-up fingertips, a silent, inward collapse began. Skin, muscles, bones, turned into black powder like dead leaves thrown into blazing fire. No screams, no struggles, only patches of black ash.
Like dust blown away by the wind, they fell softly, scattered by the breeze, leaving no trace.
The followers who were beguiled by the "Fake Pupils" and became minions of the Evil God met far more miserable ends.
As the Evil God's consciousness completely disappeared, the Curse and covenant forcibly implanted into their souls also dissolved. But this dissolution was not liberation; it was destruction. Their bodies, as if drained of all moisture and Life Force, shriveled and cracked, their eyeballs burst, letting out short but piercing wails.
In the next second, their entire bodies ignited like paper dolls, purple-black flames erupted from inside out, and in an instant, they and the flames turned to ash, utterly obliterated.
Regardless of whether they were high-ranking dried-up bishop corpses or lowly cultists, all creations that depended on the Evil God's existence met their indiscriminate, ultimate demise the instant It died. Across the city, black ashes fell like deathly snow, silently narrating the end of an era. The shadow of the Evil God, along with all Its minions, returned to nothingness.
When the last trace of the Evil God's remains dissipated in the golden purification fire, only pure sunshine and a fresh breeze remained between heaven and earth.
Suspended in the air, the avatar of the Sun God gently descended, and His Divine Light Armor, composed of pure Light Energy akin to the Pharaoh's Crown and Scarab Heart Guard, shone brilliantly in the sunlight.
The two eternally burning golden Eyes of the Sun calmly observed the earth — His very existence symbolizes the return of order and life.
At this moment of utter silence and the revival of all things, the reborn Sun God's gaze, like two warm beams of light, fell on the small figure at the edge of the ruins, carefully placing a fragment of the "Eye of the Ra" into a Magic Bag — Ian Prince.
He slightly raised His hand.
No Spell, no gesture, just the sight of all the scattered fragments of the "Eye of the Ra" throughout the Temple ruins, emitting faint golden-purple light, were pulled by an invisible magnetic force, regardless of size, whether deeply buried in rubble or hanging on broken walls, all flying towards the palm of the Sun God's avatar.
In His palm, formed a pulsing light cluster composed of several dozen irregular fragments, where golden-purple light intertwined, retaining dual imprints of divinity and wickedness.
Then.
With just a forward push.
All the fragments flew into Ian's special lead box.
"These fragments are entrusted to you, Ian Prince." Ra's voice was gentle yet filled with majesty, "As a gift for helping me regain freedom."
Ian carefully closed the box lid, feeling the magnificent energy inside, and genuinely said, "Thank you for Your Majesty's gift. These fragments are indeed priceless to me."
At that moment, Ian looked at the bulging Magic Bag, feeling the far stronger and more complete energy fluctuation coming from it compared to when they were scattered, his heart pounding.
This is not merely a "gift."
This is simply a priceless treasure for researching the truth of the "Source of Magic Potion"!
You know, Female Titan Claire only needed a single fragment of the Eye of the Ra, which means the rest of the fragments belonged entirely to Ian.
He paused, couldn't help but ask, "But I've always been curious, why did Set-Apep imitate the Eye of the Ra? Was it just to steal Your power?"
This was what Ian was still trying to understand—the old man he met outside the tavern before, others, and those Ghost Brides seemed all connected to the imitation Eye of the Ra.
"Regarding this matter, it's actually quite simple." A deep light flashed in Ra's golden eyes: "That guy's research on imitations was to better understand the essence of the true artifact."
"Dreams and hope are the mortal emotions closest to Solar Divine Power. Because of this, he used them as bridges to build a channel for stealing divine power. Then, by imitating the Eye of the Ra, he stole mortals' dreams and hope, thus discovering a method to use the true artifact to steal my power."
Evidently, this was something the Evil God plotted even while still in embryo phase, whether he enticed figures like High Priests to help him imitate it has become a completely unknown secret.
Since the cultists and the church he transformed both belonged to him, during his destruction just now, everything followed him into destruction.
One loss leads to total loss.
Ian suddenly understood.
"So he first experimented with imitations, and after fully understanding the principle, implemented the plan with the true artifact?" Ian acknowledged the Evil God's cunning before it even hatched.