The aftershock was spreading.
Just as the grand lord had said.
The fragment was wailing and shaking. Between the two giants, it cracked, but remained stable. It was obviously the focus of the fight between the two sides, but strangely, it became a kind of stabilizing valve that kept the two sides from completely exploding.
Once the chessboard was broken, the only thing left was a complete war.
Neither the Continuation Court nor the Grand Monarch wished for this gamble to end in such a hasty manner.
But in the fragment, the flame was swaying.
The tide of destruction was still spreading.
It engulfed everything.
The wilderness, the earth, the ocean, the hills, the crypt … From the sky to the underworld, the wailing of the fall spread far and wide.
Whether it was hell or the present realm, they were all shrouded in the same destruction.
In front of the remaining Russian Federation, countless barriers were destroyed under the impact of the torrent. The walls cracked, but a new iron wall opened again in front of the Knights Templar.
In the turbulent torrent, the huge fortress was like a small boat in the storm. In the violent turbulence, everyone lay on the ground, trembling, and stared at the barrier that was constantly cracking.
Further away, there were the sentry posts that were gradually extinguished like candles in the wind, and the temples and buildings that were swept into the torrent and completely turned into ashes.
More, more of everything was dying.
For a moment, Huai Shi felt that he was really going to die this time.
But the flame of destruction did not engulf him in an instant.
In that fleeting instant, he only had enough time to see a figure blocking in front of him. The old woman spread out her ten arms, gradually peeling off in the fierce wind and flames.
But when she finally looked back, there was a proud and gratified smile on her bare white face.
There was no more seriousness and coldness.
She was like a gentle grandmother.
Finally, she said goodbye to him silently.
In this short moment, the Wheel of God fell from the sky and sped against the torrent. Regardless of the rapid withering and burning of the wings, it wrapped Kuafu and Huai Shi together.
Then, the rapidly expanding light engulfed everything.
In the terrible impact of the spinning world, Huai Shi lost consciousness.
At the last moment, he just subconsciously reached out and wanted to stop something.
But nothing could stop him.
Amidst the violent impact, the light and darkness completely swallowed him up.
He felt as if he had fainted, but he was not blessed by the dream. Among the countless scattered thoughts, there was only the burning pain and torment.
After a long time, he felt someone shaking his body with all their might.
They were shouting his name.
But other than that, he couldn't feel anything else.
When he opened his eyes with difficulty, he saw Kuafu's charred, smiling face. Kuafu was so happy that he looked like a flower that was about to bloom.
"Hey, Huai Shi, hey!" he shouted. "Can you hear me?"
Huai Shi coughed violently. As he swayed, he was about to vomit blood, "I'm not dead yet … but if you don't let go, I'll die soon … and, you're ugly …"
"Ha, you're still talking about me. Aren't you the same?"
He glanced at Huai Shi, who seemed to have crawled out of a fire scene. He picked him up from the hot gravel again and carried him on his back. For fear that he would fall asleep again, he muttered, "Let's not laugh at each other. When I was young, I was at least an idol in the Dongxia pedigree, wasn't I? It's just that people's aesthetic standards changed too quickly later. There were more people who liked boyfriends than people like me, who were tough guys … "
"Where's your mother?" Huai Shi asked in a hoarse voice.
"…"
Kuafu was silent for a moment. He carried him on his back and staggered forward, "She passed away."
Huai Shi still wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.
He only heard a sudden roar behind him.
Between the sky that had been burnt to a pale white and the earth that had been burnt to a pitch black, a strange figure appeared in the gradually dissipating smoke and storm.
In the roar that sounded like the collapse of a mountain, it was moving slowly, dripping stinky pus and decaying body fluids. It wore a white bone crown on its head, and flesh and blood surrounded its body like a skirt.
The Wheel of God and the Solar Ephemeris kept flashing, but they couldn't stop it from moving forward. Only when the Thunder Spear of the Pantheon fell, could it leave a penetrating burn mark on its decaying body.
It was obviously full of holes, but it didn't care. More decaying tissues were rapidly regenerating, dragging behind it. In the strange bloody air, large groups of vesicles were formed on the ground.
A foul smell drifted in the ash-filled wind.
The familiar breath almost suffocated Huai Shi again.
"What … is that?!"
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"Gaia?!"
As early as the moment after the aftermath dissipated, when the strange monster crawled out of the lava and fire, Yegor couldn't help but cry out. His five convulsing fingers had already squeezed the disposable paper cup in his hand into a ball.
"Gaia is dead."
The dean looked coldly at one of the many evil consequences that would appear in the many plans, his electronic voice flat. "After gathering the power of various major lineages and using up most of the resources, Shangquan destroyed the Ring of Rebirth with the Supreme of All Things End, and finally completely erased that vague consciousness.
As the Elemental of Destruction, Gaia had already been buried in the World Tree. The destruction that you see is the ripples that were created when she died.
And the one in front of you … is just a stitched monster. "
The dean paused for a moment, his electronic voice showing undisguised disgust. Was that a resistance against the Abyss, or dissatisfaction with such a crude processing method?
Unable to tell, Yegor did not intend to guess the values of the Continuation Academy.
They might not have such meaningless things in the first place.
"Don't worry, it has already lost the Elemental of Destruction. The instinct that was awakened by the Ring of Rebirth has completely disappeared.
Now, what is left is only the remains tainted by the Abyss. "
From the beginning, the Golden Dawn had never thought that they could rely on Gaia to be successful.
As the Elemental of Destruction born in the present realm, they knew too well the style and fighting spirit of their former companions and colleagues.
Even if Gaia was so huge and terrifying, with only ten percent of her state, she could not summon much of her former power and could only rely on instinct to deal with it, and there was still the possibility of defeat.
So, why not put more effort into after Gaia's death?
Towards the embryo that belonged to the world, inject the Primordial Breath of Chaos, implant the blood of the Shadow Realm, and finally fill the Spirit of Greed of Paradise.
If Boxun was still alive, he could even be given fallen wisdom …
Inject the essence of hell into that shell, and when Gaia falls, the one born from it would be the ruler of the Abyss!
Give birth to all kinds of evil, and turn the shard into a complete hell.
In the end, the flesh and blood that grew would fill everything, devour everything, and open up its own kingdom of hell in the Abyss!
"So …"
Yegor asked with a sliver of hope, "What will happen next?"
"Something that has always happened, Mr. Yegor, will happen," the dean replied.
"We have already made plans for the six worst-case scenarios, including the resurrection of the old Gaia. But the Continuation Academy is not omnipotent, and we don't have the ability to create miracles out of thin air. "
The dean paused for a moment, as if he was recalling, "Next, there is the possibility of continuation, Plan 1730, Omega's record, and the preparations for the two Kings of Hell … But all our strength has been used to fight against the old Gaia. After the World Tree, there is no material on the chessboard that can be used.
Other than that, only the final 'Decay Sequence' can be used. "
Decay Sequence: Awaken the remains of the two Elemental of Destruction in the chessboard and combine them.
Everything would be completely destroyed …
Yegor held the crumpled paper cup in his hand and did not speak. He just looked at the scene on the screen in silence.
After a long time, he sighed, "At least we still have time, don't we?"
Time?
The dean did not speak again, only remaining silent.
Perhaps, time was not on their side.
Miracles don't last long, and those wonderful times are over.
Next, before the countdown of the Decay Sequence ended, all they could do was wait.
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When the torrent of destruction swept over, the Abyssal Tide came back.
On the dry and desolate border land, only the last lonely beacon stood in the wind, trembling in the turbulence and on the verge of collapse.
From the zombies of Gaia, countless large groups were rapidly hatching like spores. Just like germs growing in a rotten hotbed, they absorbed the pure vitality eroded by the Abyss and crawled out endlessly from the crimson vesicles.
The wet bodies quickly hardened in the scorching hot air and became colorful, like birds, like beasts, like the strange result of all living things in the world.
They hissed hungrily and endlessly attacked the last fortress of the Russian Federation's defense line.
The black tide drowned the formation of the Templar Knights.
There were more Ascendants and legions hurriedly retreating along the road, shrinking their defense toward the inner domain that had not been eroded by the Abyss.
But there were more, more Abyssal projections sprouted and spread under the sowing of the rotten zombies, planting the shadow of destruction and the fruit of destruction.
Looking down from the sky, one could see the rapidly shrinking light, the collapsing defense line, and the last glimmer of light guarding outside.
Endless anger, endless thunder.
In the gloomy clouds, tens of thousands of pure lightning bolts descended from the sky like plows, sweeping through the solidified monsters. Countless stinky slurry and charcoal flew up.
But there were more, more huge shadows slowly rose from the end of the horizon.
Until the thunder also felt tired.
It gradually dimmed.
In the tired cry of the Kunpeng, Yun Zhongjun's figure fell from the storm, staggered back, and sat on the ground. He no longer had the strength to spread destruction.
He had reached his limit.
This time, he could not hold on anymore.
"What's wrong? Didn't you just look like you don't want others to interrupt when I'm doing something? "
In the frame, Sharma glanced at his sorry appearance and said bluntly, "It seems that I've won this time."
"Yes."
Ying Fangzhou thought for a moment, nodded, and said seriously,
"Thank you."
"Ha, this is really unlike you …"
Sharma instinctively sneered. He turned around and was about to mock him when he saw his eyes.
The tired Yun Zhongjun was also looking at him.
He was so serious.
It made him stunned on the spot.
Just like that, Ying Fangzhou used the last of his strength to pick up the Spear of Hatred and handed it over.
"I'll leave the rest to you."
"Tsk."
Sharma's expression gradually darkened. He impatiently snatched it away. "What else can I do? Will I lose just because there's one less guy who's holding me back? "
Ying Fangzhou seemed to be smiling.
There was no more sound of breathing in the wind.
The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, but for some reason, rain fell on the back of Sharma's hand, down the spear, and onto the cracked ground.
Another drop.
It gradually covered everything until he could no longer see the world in front of him clearly.
Why did it not make him feel good until the end?
Was it so difficult to take a step back earlier?
Sharma wanted to roar and question him, but he could no longer get an answer.
There was only silence.
Under the dim sky, outside the framework, the hissing noises gradually approached along with the tide of hell. However, the air seemed to still reverberate with cold sneers, as if it was the final taunt left for hell.
Even though his broken body had dissipated in the wind.
Never to be seen again.
And the dazzling lightning rose again in the hatred of all things.
The soul of Kun Peng rose from the water of hatred and surrounded the creator, obediently carrying out the master's last order.
Just before the army of hell, the last guardian raised the spear in his hand.
"It's not over yet, is it?"
Sharma closed his eyes and whispered softly, "It's still early to rest."
"Let's do it again!"
Thus, a familiar laughter rang in his ears once again.
In the deepest part of the darkness, wind and thunder raged.
Lightning rose again!
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In the dry sea of blood, the burning mecha roared. The broken Blade of Horus slashed down, causing the huge blood snake to spasm and hiss.
Countless corpses piled up into a mountain and turned into ashes in the flames.
The huge snake head had already separated from the body and landed on the ground. Then, the ruler's head was pierced by the Shepherd's Staff and nailed into the ground.
With a loud bang, the armor trampled on the annoying and venomous face and completely crushed it!
In the end, Osiris's pilot wiped the sweat on his face and sighed. "I feel like she's a very vengeful person … It's over. She seems to have remembered me."
"Are you afraid?" Beelzebub asked.
"Ha, you're right!"
Orton beamed. "At most, we'll kill her again."
Following the conversation between the two of them, the storm roared and slashed down like a pitch-black whip. Countless monsters roared and surged, closing in once again.
Beelzebub suddenly said, "Ying Fangzhou's identification signal has disappeared."
"It's the same as last time …"
Orton was silent for a moment. Then, he smiled helplessly. "Impatient people always leave first. We didn't even have time to say goodbye."
Beelzebub sighed. "Maybe we'll be the same."
"Sounds like the last time?"
Orton asked.
When he asked this, Beelzebub understood the pilot's teasing and calmness. He could not help but laugh. "Ha, just like last time."
Then, just like last time!
It was just death.
Those things could not knock them down.
Before Hell was burned to ashes, the Giants of the Underworld would not fall.
As long as this mission existed, they would not turn back.
The slaughter began once again.
The battle between Osiris and Hell!
However, amidst the intense battle, amidst the alarms that kept ringing, Beelzebub seemed to be distracted. He paused for a moment and then asked without warning, "What's the matter?"
"Speaking of which, Orton, have you ever regretted it?"
"Huh? Regret? "
In the emergency vehicle, Orton glanced at the airspeed and asked in confusion, "Regret what?"
"Just regret … those things in the past," Beelzebub said.
"If you didn't participate in the Celestial genealogy, you could go back and be a Holy Name Inheritor. You wouldn't have to be in such a bad relationship with your family.
There's no need to waste your feelings on a bunch of idiots and feel sad for them.
In the end, you wouldn't have to end up like that. "
In the short silence, Orton awkwardly froze.
"Ah, if you want to say it, a little."
He shrugged helplessly. "But if that's the case, I wouldn't have met you, right?"
"…"
Beelzebub was stunned and fell silent. Even the loss alarms dimmed.
"I know what you want to say, Beelzebub."
Orton could not help but laugh. While the world was spinning, he laughed hoarsely, his eyes sparkling. "If not, maybe I'll live well, but I'll definitely lose a lot. I'll lose many precious friends, and you'll definitely be one of them!
So, don't say those sad words — "
The burning mecha sped through the black tide and pierced through the giant monster's back. Its dim light wings spread open, and it stood high in the sky, overlooking everything.
"Look, our war isn't over yet!"
Orton laughed loudly, not caring about the endless dust. "There are as many enemies as we want. There are more opponents waiting for us to defeat, more hell and abyss …
Our story hasn't reached the point where it's about to be cut in half! "
"You don't listen to others at all, do you?" The AI chief sighed helplessly. "Having a friend like you is really bad luck for eight lifetimes."
"Yeah."
Orton grinned proudly and pushed the control stick. "Let's go, buddy!"
Click!
The control stick did not respond. The cabin was locked, and all the alarms disappeared.
Orton's smile froze on the spot.
"Beelzebub?"
He looked up and asked, "What are you doing?!"
"Doing what Lord of the Flies should do, Orton."
The young man's projection appeared on the screen in the cockpit. His face, which resembled Orton, had a bright smile as he shrugged. "The body has lost seventy-two percent of its fuel, and it's about to run out. Yeah, it looks like the pilot has lost his mind too.
So, the emergency ejection program is about to start — "
"Hey!"
Orton widened his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he saw the young man's tears on the screen.
So sad.
But so proud.
"It's useless. The ejection program has started. You should go."
Beelzebub said, "Leave the rest to me!"
The waves of the River Styx surged in the cabin and gradually covered the cockpit. The tunnel leading to the other side had opened.
"Even if you and I are just illusions now, when I think about how I can also die to protect you in a certain story … I feel happy and happy from the bottom of my heart.
The pain of parting with friends, the joy of reuniting with friends, and everything in this world, these feelings are all given to me by you.
Thank you, Orton.
"This time, it's your turn to send me off."
On the screen, the young man smiled at his best friend and said goodbye.
"Goodbye, my friend."
Beelzebub raised his palm and pushed it out slightly. The illusory light activated the last module inside the armor, causing the capsule in the cockpit to open abruptly. Rapidly solidifying foam filled every gap and covered the face.
Just like that, propelled by the explosives, he flew out and disappeared into the waves of the River Styx following the signal from the remaining outpost.
Only his last whisper echoed in the empty cabin.
"It's great that we can go on an adventure together."
Just like that, the young man turned around. The last screen suddenly dimmed, but the pair of eyes on the damaged face in the armor lit up again.
It was as if the flames in the furnace had been reactivated.
[Rebirth Mechanism: Activate]
[Foreword: Bring down judgment and fire until hell is burned to ashes!]
[Key verification complete]
[Termination Code: River Styx Return]
[Countdown 00: 10: 00]
Endless heat surged out of the armor, pulling the last of the Styx and shrinking inwards. Amidst the endless scorching light wings, the broken Osiris opened his mouth and roared with steel.
From this most thorough burning, the crown of crimson and white rose from his head again.
After returning from death three times, the furious Osiris, the ruler of the Underworld, reappeared here!
Tearing through the storm and trampling on the ground, the flames rose from the ground like a ring and spread, enveloping the endless tide of decay.
And the furious Giant God descended from the sky!
"Before the ball ends, let me teach you."
The God of Steel, who no longer had any weaknesses, grinned hideously. He reached out and pinched the Hunter Angel hidden in the army.
"What is destruction!"
Boom!
Destruction descended.
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In the distance, bursting light rose into the sky.
The storm swept up the dust and spread on the barren land.
Huai Shi coughed violently and felt dizzy. Then, he heard a roar coming from the distance. After the Russian Federation's defense line collapsed, the endless darkness poured into this world like a dam bursting.
It raged and swept.
On the ridge, Kuafu's footsteps paused for a moment and he sighed tiredly.
"We can't go any further."
He said, "The defense line is shrinking. I'm afraid we won't be able to get there in time."
There was no way out.
He found a stone and put down Huai Shi on his shoulder. He also found a place to sit cross-legged. The two looked at each other's sorry state. They couldn't help but laugh while coughing.
But soon, even their hoarse laughter was drowned out.
At the end of the black tide under the ridge, a loud noise burst out.
The rotting Gaia charged forward, stirring up the tides and waves of the Abyss … It did not even care about the two tiny ants not far away. Instinctively, it followed the thirst and attraction that came from its soul and pounced towards the flames of the present realm.
"It's ridiculous to say that it's my mother." Kuafu gasped and looked up at the approaching figure. "My mother isn't this big."
"My mother isn't … Metaphor, do you understand?"
Huai Shi sighed helplessly. "Can you still walk? It's not too late to abandon me. "
"Forget it, I don't want to walk."
Kuafu leaned on the stone, coughing and complaining. "When I came, the old man told me that this trip is also a gamble for Dongxia, but for me, it's a rare opportunity.
Unfortunately, he always spoke in a secretive manner and never spoke clearly. I'm about to die, but I still don't understand where the opportunity is.
Maybe the old man was bluffing me from the beginning … "
"Yeah, maybe."
If possible, Huai Shi would raise his hands in agreement. "The older the guy, the better he is at lying."
"Yeah, if I had known, I would've gone to the Social Security Bureau after graduating from Jixia University."
He sighed with resentment. "The benefits are high, the treatment is good, and there's little overtime. It's said that the daughter of the class monitor who used to take care of me at the border has already gone to the Survival Institute to study … And I still haven't had a girlfriend for so many years."
"It's normal. It's the same for me."
Huai Shi wanted to comfort him, but he glared at him. "Shut up."
"…"
"I really regret it."
Kuafu lowered his head and sighed tiredly. "If only I were stronger. I wouldn't have died. Even now, I wouldn't be so powerless. "
"You've tried your best, haven't you?" Huai Shi said.
But Kuafu didn't answer.
He just shook his head. After a long time, he laughed softly. "Utopia isn't the only one with a mission, Huai Shi."
Huai Shi was speechless.
"I've been thinking that if only I were a little smarter, like Xiao Bai, who understood everything with a hint, I wouldn't be like this now.
If only I could be a little more scheming like Red Dust, I wouldn't always say the wrong things and make people hate me. I could be like Diting, who has many friends, like Bai Ze, who is lucky, or like Little Fox, who is more scheming … "
Kuafu laughed self-deprecatingly. "A brainless person like me always disappoints everyone, but everyone is still willing to take me along. This world is really incredible.
But I can't help but think: Why can't I be like them?
I'm very jealous, Huai Shi — "
Kuafu asked softly, "Why can't I be like you?"
"Like me, whose parents died early and who played the cello alone?"
Huai Shi rolled his eyes and almost laughed out loud. "Brother, it's a miracle that both parents are alive these days. Why are we still counting on bicycles?
Besides, if you hadn't carried me so far, I would've died long ago, okay? "
"It's not the same, Huai Shi."
Kuafu shook his head. "It's not the same."
"You're at least a fifth-stage master backed by Dongxia. It's ridiculous for you to envy me, a fourth-stage tool man." Huai Shi shook his head. "Let's not think so much about peaches, okay?
We're all the same, brother. There's no difference. "
Kuafu was stunned for a moment. Looking at him, as if he suddenly thought of something incredible, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Hehe, hehehehe, hahahaha …"
The guy laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that tears almost came out. He couldn't stop at all.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing."
Kuafu grinned self-deprecatingly, feeling this absurd gift from fate. "I just realized that I've been complaining and envying so much because I've been thinking about peaches.
But I didn't find — "
He reached out his hand from his pocket, spread his five fingers, and sighed with satisfaction.
"What I want has always been in my pocket, hasn't it?"
In the palm of his hand, a shriveled fruit was rolling slightly.
The wrinkled skin looked extremely shabby, as if it was malnourished. But now, it was absorbing Kuafu's blood, and the wailing echoing in the wind and the call from the world. It began to grow gradually like an illusion.
Gradually, it became plump and full of vitality.
This was the fruit borne by Kuafu as the seed of Fusang.
It was the crystallization of his soul, his consciousness, and his lifelong desire.
A peach?
"Is this also your arrangement, old man?"
Kuafu whispered softly, "You beat around the bush to this extent. I'm impressed!"
He clenched the fruit in his hand and tried his best to prop up his body. He looked up at the rotten Gaia that was leading the Blacktide trudging in the distance.
Finally, he took a step forward.
No more hesitation!
"Where are you going?" Huai Shi was stunned.
"Of course, I'm going to turn the tide!"
The embarrassed man turned around and smiled at him proudly. "I've said it before. My tough guy style used to be popular before! After waiting for so many years, it's time to go back to ancient times. "
Just like that, he said goodbye for the last time.
"Take care, Huai Shi.
I'm going to continue to fulfill my mission – "
Just like that, he turned around without hesitation and walked towards the surging tide of hell in the distance. The endless enemies, the hissing monsters, and the huge rotten corpses that were rumbling forward.
The wind was strong, and the abyss was dangerous.
But in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the good old days.
He walked onto the screen.
It was as if he had finally become a hero.
He wanted to become that kind of person.
He had been thinking about it since he was a child.
He wanted to become a warrior who turned the tide in front of the darkness, a monument that stood tall in front of evil, and a hero who would never frown in the face of pain. Just like the tough heroes in the movies.
They were not afraid of pain. They trained their strength. Day after day, they lifted weights, squats, and marathons. They learned martial arts diligently. The wind and frost could not hurt them. More scars would make them stronger and stronger.
But when he grew up, he found that the times had changed.
The tough guys that he yearned for were no longer popular.
He was the only one who wandered around in a daze, chasing after their disappearing traces. He was at a loss.
What was the old man thinking when he stretched out his hand and invited him to join him? Now, he could not remember it at all.
He only remembered that at that time, his heart was surging!
"Do you want to come?"
Xuan Niao said, "We can protect this world together."
"Of course!"
Kuafu held the old man's hand tightly without thinking. His eyes were almost filled with tears. "I've been waiting for this day for many years!"
Now, this day had finally arrived.
"Whether we live or die, it's up to you, old man."
In front of the galloping tide, the lonely defender held the fruit in his hand tightly. "I believe in you!"
I've been waiting for so many years.
Today, I'm going to act cool for sure!
He opened his mouth and swallowed the bitter fruit of his life.
Amidst the spreading pain, he roared silently towards hell.
Terrifying flames spewed out from his mouth and nose, easily tearing apart the undercurrent. It was as if endless power suddenly erupted from his body and expanded rapidly.
It burned everything to ashes.
Including himself …
"Wait, it seems … there …"
He widened his eyes. "Something's wrong?"
Boom!
Before the darkness, a towering pillar of fire rose from the ground. After completely burning him to ashes, it spread and scattered pale ashes all over the world.
Kuafu disappeared without a trace.
"Did it fail?"
Xuan Niao's movements froze. He froze on the spot and stared at the projection in front of him.
He almost forgot to breathe.
Just then, a sorrowful bell chime rang out from the dark underground palace.
The silent painting scroll suddenly flipped. A large brush appeared out of thin air like a beam. It swept past countless records and landed at the top of the scroll, completely erasing Kuafu's name at the front!
A person's death was like a lamp going out.
This confirmation from the source code was quickly transmitted to Xuan Niao's perception. The old man fell into the chair and no longer had the strength to support himself.
It was difficult to breathe.
But soon, he felt that the white wolf hook in his sleeve was vibrating endlessly!
A high-pitched chirp!
It was as if he smelled the resonance from the present world …
When Xuan Niao opened the compass in his arms, he saw the needle spinning crazily, indicating the turmoil in the star field and the violent conflict between the various palaces.
Even … the turbulence of destiny!
It was the destiny that was about to be reborn. In the gestation, it roared loudly at the mortal world.
Overlooking the dust!
At that moment, in the chessboard, the pillar of fire that rose from the ground suddenly split. Eight different divine marks grew out of it like branches and leaves.
They circled between the earth and the endless projection of the star field of destiny.
[Qian], [Kan], [Gen], [Zhen], [Xun], [Li], [Kun], [Dui] …
The [Innate Eight Trigrams] repeated itself here. Endless gravitational force burst out from the vortex, turning into a tornado that engulfed the Blacktide. Large groups, armies, monsters, rivers of blood, and all the insignificant enemies were sucked into the furnace of purgatory like dust.
They turned into dust.
Only a crimson outline slowly emerged from the furnace-like purgatory.
Bones, internal organs, muscles, skin …
It was as if it was reforged from gold and iron.
It had also forged itself into a weapon that could destroy everything!
"Come!"
At that moment, Kuafu raised his eyes and called out to the mortal world.
Heaven and earth shook violently, and everything was in turmoil.
"Come!" He shouted again.
The mountains shifted, and the seven seas surged.
"Come!"
When the last call resounded through heaven and earth, in the deepest part of Jixia's underground palace, the dust-covered ancient bronze weapon suddenly trembled and cried out, sensing the call from fate.
It suddenly cracked and turned into dust all over the ground.
But in the raging fire and storm that occupied the axis of heaven and earth, tens of thousands of cold light suddenly extended and condensed in Kuafu's open hands.
At that moment, a majestic armor appeared out of thin air. In the vast and mighty sound of all things in the world like a song, the fiery red plume rose from the crown.
The Flowing Fire Golden Eyes looked down on all things!
When the large brush on the painting scroll fell again, a brand new name appeared behind the name of Xuan Niao!
Just its existence shook the sacred marks of the entire Eastern Xia Genealogy.
Just the writing made all the ascendants feel its brilliant majesty.
This was an honorific title that could not be passed down unless one gambled his life. Unless the world collapsed and the mountains were overturned, the destiny that could never be condensed!
What was needed was the full support of the Eastern Xia Genealogy, the determination of millions of people to go forward, the preparation to sacrifice everything and even their souls.
What was needed was this … the desire to become a hero!
When the world was on the verge of collapse, when all things were calling for salvation, when evil spirits occupied the mortal world, when the heretics usurped the orthodoxy.
This force would respond to the summons and set everything right!
The crown of destiny of Eastern Xia for five thousand years.
The well-deserved number one hero!
The Crowned One, Great Sage Equalling Heaven!
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