Bursts of heart-wrenching pain came. Ye Qinghan's two seas of souls once again became a battlefield for the power of light and the power of darkness.
When great immortals fought, mortals suffered. With such fierce energy, and the soul being the weakest part of the human body …
The power of light originally had the absolute advantage. After all, there were so many people and so much power of faith that had been continuously transmitted over the past three years. As for the power of darkness, most of it was purified by the lightning above Ye Qinghan's sea of souls. The white lines above the sea of souls surged violently. Each black line was entangled by several white lines, silently devouring and killing each other. It was a very bitter battle.
But in the past few days, the bridge above the sea of souls had been shining brightly. This bridge, which was originally glowing with holy light, was derived from the black lines. At this moment, it suddenly accelerated and began to refine Obama's remnant demonic aura inside.
At this moment, Obama and Ye Qinghan were on the verge of death. The white bridge shone brightly, and his demonic aura instantly began to be refined at a hundred times the speed.
The black lines were replenished with energy and began to counterattack. This was why Ye Qinghan felt more and more turbulent and more and more painful each time.
At this moment, Obama's remaining origin aura had been completely refined after nearly four days of refinement. The energy of the black lines and the white lines had reached an equal ratio. The battle began to escalate. Ye Qinghan also knew that he definitely wouldn't be able to survive this round!
Over the past four days, the massive loss of blood had almost completely drained Ye Qinghan's vitality. He felt unparalleled pain. His head felt like it was constantly being inflated like a balloon, about to explode at any moment.
But he was powerless to jump up and smash into walls and stone tablets. The pain from his external injuries reduced the swelling feeling in his head.
He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to roll around. He held his head and lay on the ground, his body trembling like a cat that had been electrocuted. He was also like a wild boar that was on the verge of death, his limbs twitching from time to time …
He tightly closed his eyes. Because of the pain, his eyebrows were almost knitted together, but he didn't have the strength to grimace. Instead, the muscles on his face twitched from time to time.
In ancient times, when people were about to die, their words were also kind. Ye Qinghan, on the other hand, felt that when a person was about to die, everything would feel a little illusory.
Her body was no longer in pain, and everything else seemed to be unimportant. Her soul began to tremble and was on the verge of collapse. It wasn't important. Whether or not Pandora would suffer the blasphemy of the Archbishops was unimportant. It was not important whether the God Realm would forever groan under Shentu Xiong's demonic claws. In the Reincarnation Mystic Realm, would his wife be heartbroken? Would his children be mischievous? Would Xiao Hei's spiritual body, the Slaughter God Blade, the Soul Emperor Pavilion, and the black stone in the God Crystal? Whose hands would it end up in? Everything … was no longer important!
At this moment, Ye Qinghan understood why the rich people in his previous life would donate all their assets after they died. Why didn't the Soul Emperor leave the Soul Emperor Pavilion to Xiao Hei?
When a person was about to die, nothing really mattered anymore.
There was not so much concern, so much worry, so much sadness. This was because once he closed his eyes, this world had nothing to do with him. Once he entered the yellow earth, he would turn into the yellow earth. Why would he be so conflicted and obsessed?
He didn't think about how to save himself. Ever since his first soul mutation, he had started to look up information about this. He even secretly asked Mo Xiaoxiao about it. In the end, the Battle Emperor made the final decision. You can go now. Other than the God Emperor, no one can save you.
He didn't even know if the God Emperor existed in this world. How could he save me?
He started to let his imagination run wild again. It was as if the pain in his soul had nothing to do with him anymore. At this moment, it was as if his soul had left his body. What happened to the body below him was no longer important. He just wanted to think more before he left this world. If there was really an afterlife, he might be able to remember some of it …
Then, he thought of Cang City, Purple Island, Firework Tribe, Apotheosis Valley, Fire Dragon City, Supreme Island, and the beautiful endless void.
"Endless void, sigh … If it wasn't for that bullsh * t black hole that sent me to this godforsaken place, I might be able to take a look at the Reincarnation Mystic Realm before I die. If I could take another look, how great would it be … Black hole, black hole! Black hole? Black hole? Black hole! "
At the last moment, Ye Qinghan suddenly thought of the black hole that swallowed him! His mind shook violently. He seemed to have grasped something in his hazy state …
Then, the power of light and the power of darkness collided, pulling Ye Qinghan back to his thoughts.
But it made Ye Qinghan's soul shake again!
Light? Darkness?
Life? Death?
He thought of the lightning that struck his sea of soul from time to time again!
Lightning represented destruction! But when the spring thunder roared, all living things would come back to life!
Destruction, from another perspective … represented rebirth?
Thinking of this, Ye Qinghan's sea of soul trembled violently. However, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his entire face was flushed red like the last radiance of a setting sun.
The corners of his mouth actually revealed an intoxicating smile at this moment. His eyes were no longer filled with bitterness and helplessness. Instead, they were filled with unparalleled passion and determination!
"Destruction? Rebirth? Black hole?
"Unbreakable and indestructible? Destruction before creation!
"Time to gamble. Sea of soul, explode … explode … explode!"
"Boom!"
Ye Qinghan's sea of soul was already on the verge of collapse. However, Ye Qinghan used all his soul power to control the lightning above his sea of soul, turning it into a furious lightning that struck his soul!
His soul, which was already on the verge of collapse due to the violent power of light and darkness, exploded under the tyrannical power of lightning! It was torn apart and turned into pieces of fragments. They whistled through the light shield in the sea of soul, as if they had turned into countless streams of broken sabers in the space …
Ye Qinghan's body trembled violently. He slowly closed his eyes. His face was devoid of blood. His body was no longer trembling, and there was no breath. It was as if he had really bid farewell to this world forever.
"Boom!"
At the same time, the entire Holy Continent was suddenly struck by lightning. Seven-colored auspicious clouds suddenly appeared in the sky. The auspicious clouds didn't gather slowly. Instead, they shrouded the entire Holy Continent and illuminated it. Terrifying purple lightning struck from the sky from time to time. However, all of them strangely landed on the same place — the Holy City!
All the people of the Holy Continent were frightened. All the devout believers prostrated on the ground, worshipping the miracle and the power of heaven. Even the heretics and dark creatures prostrated on the ground in fear under the terrifying power of heaven!
If there were experts from the Divinity Existential Plane or the God of Light here, they would also be shocked. Because even if someone had broken through to Level Nine and was recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, such a phenomenon wouldn't happen. The sky of the Holy Continent was filled with the colorful clouds. The purple lightning was thicker and more turbulent than the one before …
In the space turbulence outside the Holy Plane, a white-haired old man suddenly appeared!
The white-haired old man appeared without a sound. He was wearing a simple sackcloth and was barefooted. His looks were ordinary and he didn't have any aura of a powerful expert on him. That wasn't important. What was important was … he didn't have any Power of Origin. How dare he stand in the void?
"Swish ~"
The space blade currents whizzed over from afar. Countless blade currents glittering with golden light were whizzing toward the old man. They were about to hit him.
But something extremely strange happened. The old man didn't move. He didn't gather any Power of Origin. He didn't even look at them. But … the blade currents separated and flew past the old man. They didn't even cut a strand of his hair!
This was the space blade currents that even Level Nine Supreme Martial Artists were afraid of!
The old man didn't even look at the blade currents whizzing over and away. There was no emotion on his face. Standing in the void and looking at the Holy Plane, he seemed to be able to see through the Power of Origin and see what was going on inside the Holy Plane.
"Well … it's been hundreds of millions of eras!"
After a long time, the old man suddenly spoke. His voice was incomparably old, incomparably lonely, but with a trace of hope. He gazed at the Holy Plane again and said faintly, "The second person … has finally appeared. I just don't know if he can make it to the end!"
The old man in sackcloth left an inexplicable sentence, then turned around and strode toward the hollow. Every step he took covered thousands of miles. The space vortex that even Level Nine experts were afraid of was not noticed by the old man in sackcloth. In the blink of an eye, he took a few steps and disappeared in the endless hollow …
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