Under the resonance of artificial thunder and the virtual sun, the third puppet god descended from the heavens. It was dressed in simple linen, a pure white halo above its head, twelve wings spread behind it, its body surface gleaming like brass. This metallic mechanical angel was the epitome of human civilization, a hope against calamity. From its hands emitted a sun-like brilliance, and Gongsun Ce's movements suddenly petrified.
Situ Yi put down his pen and pulled the strings, three Gods evolved divine skills of lightning, flames, and holy light attacking the rigid Gongsun Ce. The white-robed Director laughed leisurely, "New gods replace the old, prophecy overcomes tribulation, hope conquers despair; this is what the people's hearts desire!"
