Do you want to watch the dying struggle of ants?
The members of the merchant guild, whose main occupation was commerce and trade and who had never set foot on a dangerous battlefield, trembled as they controlled the ship, which exhausted all their strength.
The Cloud-to-Cloud Cavalry gripped their Thunder Crossbow tightly or operated their ship cannons, aiming at Phantylia magnificent figure that seemed to obscure all paths to survival.
Attack! Take the initiative to attack!
In an instant, arrows rained down like lightning, and heavy artillery roared in unison.
The Xianzhou Alliance possesses abundant martial virtue, and although the weapons equipped by the merchant corps are not top-of-the-line, their power is sufficient to cleanse the surface of stars, erasing and collapsing a large area.
However, the stream of light representing the Hunt arrow disintegrated halfway before it hit its target.
What are these attacks trying to destroy?
Do you think a mere firefly can challenge the Lord of Ruin with such insignificant power?
The unobservable, Principle of Destruction of the Emissary class flowed forth, easily annihilating all attacks.
Utterly worthless, insignificant.
The true meaning of destruction in the cycle of existence is merely the normal breathing of Emissary; it cannot be considered an attack or defense.
Throughout the entire process, Phantylia's expression remained completely unchanged.
With a cold, indifferent smile, ignoring the rest of the ants, he locked onto the Foxian who could barely become a part of the plan.
Separated by the dark starry sky, Tingyun met those eyes.
It was as if a Supreme Truth was surging within, revealing the end of the stars, and that everything in the world should be [Destruction] and vanish into nothingness.
How big is the gap between Pathstrider like Tingyun and Emissary?
She didn't believe that [Hunt] was weaker than [Destruction], and no one in the Xianzhou people would have such a thought.
But the moment Phantylia lowered her eyes, Tingyun lost all ability to resist and could no longer move, even though the silver rails, which required a considerable amount of time to traverse even across the ships.
She even had the illusion that she and the entire merchant group had already vanished into thin air when the Lord of Ruin appeared, and that what she had seen and felt so far was just a post-death fantasy.
Until, a phantom train, also made of energy, broke through the void, completed its mission, and delivered the sole passenger to its destination.
"Looks like I arrived just in time."
Looking around, Hua Yi was relieved to see that the members of the Minghuo Merchant Guild were only pale and on the verge of Principle of Destruction force emanating Emissary the envoy, and had not yet developed into a situation where blood flowed like rivers and no corpses were left behind. He then gazed at the Lord of Ruin.
"So this is the Emissary... He is indeed not to be underestimated. Based on my current understanding of destiny, I am not able to directly block you out within the realm of [Destruction]."
Something's not right.
The Rhythm of Destruction filled the void, forming a prison from which no communication signal could be transmitted, and no one could enter.
That was just now— the Astral Express?
The Nameless of [The Path of Exploration]... Emissary of Akivili?
The Phantylia was no longer indifferent; its magnificent form began to move, drawing upon the Path energy to unleash Giant Waves that Erosion Coast...
But Hua Yi was faster than her.
Raise your hand and clench it towards the void.
As if a certain balance had been broken in an instant, the Power of Destruction that occupied the starry sky became stagnant and stagnant. The nature of the waves underwent a fundamental change, turning into stagnant water. It was no longer a power that Phantylia could control at will.
At this moment, only those at the level of Emissary can understand what has happened.
The destructive Path power is inverted into pure Imaginary Energy.
A broken mirror can be mended, and spilled water can be gathered up again.
"I have always abided by the corresponding rules. Since destiny is the main theme of the universe, it naturally has its unique aspects, so I only show my talents at the level of destiny, humbly learn, explore the truth, and have no intention of revealing anything extra."
The flow of Imaginary Energy temporarily conceals this edge of the universe from both the physical reality and the Imaginary dimension, isolating it in a separate manner.
That's an unimaginable magnitude, forming an Imaginary Tide zone.
Time, space, and all sorts of rules are being distorted, becoming bizarre and fantastical.
The star field is no longer what it used to be, and the Emissary is no longer the Emissary.
The surging torrents surged in unknowable dimensions, engulfing the Phantylia and severing her possibility of drawing Path energy and Sweeping Power.
There was no resistance whatsoever, remaining 4.2 acres.
"As a result, in order to save people, I have to break the rules a little and use methods outside of fate."
Hua Yi took a step, and some of the Imaginary Energy transformed into a carpet, extending from his feet and spreading towards Huanlong, which was being suppressed by the tide of Imaginary Tide and was shrinking at a visible speed, about to return to its Phantylia of Heliobus.
"First of all, I can't let the Aeons discover the anomaly here. Whether it's using [Destruction] against [Destruction], or choosing [Preservation] or [Memory], making too much noise and involving too many destinies is not safe enough."
"Secondly, I cannot simply defeat or repel you. The sudden defeat or even the silent death of the Lord of Ruin would definitely cause a huge uproar. I still need to clean up the battlefield, clear the Imaginary veins, and keep this star field in a state where nothing has happened."
"You're really putting me in a difficult position, Phantylia."
Chapter 281 Suppressing Phantylia and Obtaining the Sword Spirit
Under the torrent of Imaginary Torrent, the Phantylia form crumbled and disintegrated.
She was originally Heliobus, Energy Being, and could better understand this overwhelming tidal force than beings of flesh and blood.
Without the blessing of destiny, one is nothing more than a wisp of smoke, which may be crushed by the tide of truth at any time.
If there were a physical body, at least the process of flesh and blood disintegration would be endured, thus prolonging the last bit of life, instead of being swallowed up by the Imaginary turbulence in an instant, as is the case now.
Am I... not dead?
To acquire a physical body, to absorb the love, hate, joy, sorrow and happiness of living beings, and to control one's free will—that is the nature of the Heliobus. The essence of starlight wandering the universe has never sought a physical form, mostly because it looks down on ordinary containers.
Having truly experienced the devastation that could destroy oneself, Phantylia developed an instinctive desire for a physical form; however, this desire paled in comparison to his bewilderment at the unknown present.
She was constantly manipulating [Destruction], trying to escape.
However, all efforts were in vain, failing to even make a ripple.
The rules were distorted, and the threads connecting destiny were all in chaos. The 19 decrees issued by the Lord of Ruin could no longer reach their Land of Arrival, nor could they elicit a response from that mighty river of power.
The link between the two is completely severed by the Imaginary Tide.
What kind of tactic is this?
This is not [The Path of Exploration] at all, absolutely not!
In the vast universe, there are people who can sever the connection Emissary and the destiny they belong to.
If Phantylia hadn't failed to sense Hua Yi's interference with destiny, and instead believed that the Imaginary Energy was all imaginary, he might have even thought that the other party was Nanook, the Aeon of Destruction, who had come to punish him and retract the blessing given to the Emissary.
Even if he actually protected the Hunt ants, it can only be attributed to the sublime nature of the Aeon, whose will is unfathomable and incomprehensible.
Unfortunately, this place is filled only with [ Imaginary ].
"What do you...?"
Ignoring the broken murmurs uttered with great effort by the Lord of Ruin, Hua Yi gathered the torrent and gradually suppressed the azure flames that could no longer manifest any form or reveal their original form.
Forcibly resisting the Imaginary Tide will result in annihilation; Phantylia is Energy Being and has no choice at all.
To be, or not to be?
Someone presented this question to the Lord of Ruin.
She can only contract on her own.
Get smaller, and smaller still.
From a magnificent body that obscured all hope, it became a flame no bigger than a fist.
An extremely terrifying fire.
The appearance of energy is merely an illusion; no matter how it changes, its essence remains the same.
She remains the Lord of Ruin, a weapon of ultimate and pure destruction.
However, they encountered something even more terrifying.
"It seems your destruction did not involve self-destruction; your will to live remains strong. Is this a lack of resolve in the face of [Destruction]? But fate has not abandoned you."
The privileges unique to the Emissary, or the different understandings of the principle of [Destruction], can all mobilize the power of destiny?
There are indeed similar examples in the universe. The [Elation] camp is divided into the Mournful Actors and the Masked Fool. Scholars agree that the Aeon of Joy Aha endowed the Mournful Actors with the power to resist pleasure and advocate asceticism and penance.
Is this mechanism a new rule added by the Aeon in the path of destiny, or is it given directly?
Clearly, Phantylia is an excellent sample that helps Hua Yi analyze his destiny.
The Traces of the battlefield must be erased, and the Lord of Ruin must be kept by his side. Hua Yi had already devised a plan before setting off.
Of course, you can't simply tie Phantylia up with a rope and parade her around town.
Even though Belobog is already considered his territory.
Confidentiality must be maintained.
Having condensed the Godfall Sword, Hua Yi controlled the surging torrent, giving Phantylia no chance to choose, and forcibly poured her into the sword.
Suppress, seal.
The calamity Hellfire that could destroy eternity surged on the Crimson Greatsword, and the Imaginary Tide that filled the star field all flowed into the Godfall Sword, making this weapon, which was originally pulled from Remembrance, completely materialize its energy.
The Imaginary Torrent forms the sword's body, Lord of Ruin becomes its Sword Spirit.
The Godfall Sword is the prison where Phantylia is imprisoned. Its internal rules are distorted, preventing her from actively connecting to the Path of Destruction, but the path of destruction can flow into her unilaterally from the outside.
You are allowed to enter, but not to leave.
Thus, even though there is no death of the Lord of Ruin in the universe, the Emissary still exists in the path of destruction.
Hua Yi was also able to complete his own observations.
The study Phantylia's life form and the characteristics she exhibits throughout her life.
This is much better than the Star Shattering Kingworm simulator created by Ruan Mei. There is no time limit, and Hua Yi can observe it at will.
Once the analysis reaches a certain point and the simulation of the destiny level is completed, one can log in to the "account" of the Lord of Ruin and invoke the Path of Destruction.
If there are any drawbacks, it's that the Godfall Sword can no longer be arbitrarily condensed and dispersed in the future.
If the Imaginary Seal is broken, it would be equivalent to releasing a Emissary.
We can't let her escape.
Hua Yi ran his hand over the Godfall Sword, checked it again, and confirmed that Phantylia was in a normal state and had not chosen to self-destruct. It seemed that Huanlong was planning to observe him from the other side. Hua Yi then carried the Crimson Greatsword on his back.
The problem of the Lord of Ruin has been temporarily resolved; the rest—
Tingyun stood there blankly, her face filled with shock and bewilderment.
who I am?
Where am I?
The appearance of the Emissary of Destruction, intending to annihilate the small Minghuo Merchant Guild, was something the Foxian- girl could never have foreseen.
Then, a being suspected to be Emissary the [The Path of Exploration] Order arrived and easily defeated the Lord of Ruin, binding her into a sword...
What kind of method is this?
Is the difference between the Emissary really that big?!
Tingyun was simply walking on the path of fate, unable to accurately perceive the scale of the Imaginary Tide that had just surged.
Just like in the ancient times of the planet inhabited by life, when Homo sapiens looked up at the night sky, they could never have imagined how vast the universe was.
They're not even in the same dimension.
Even with her exceptional intelligence, Tingyun couldn't quickly process the facts and make the wisest choice.
She even doubted whether she was dreaming.
But the tremor he felt when he saw Phantylia lower his eyes earlier, the transcendence Emissary merely exuded Rhythm of Destruction and wiped out all the merchant group's counterattacks, was so real, beyond the scope of imagination.
When Tingyun realized that Hua Yi was looking at her, Tingyun shuddered.
"My benefactor... no, Your Excellency the messenger of the Cloud-Chasing Heavenly Lord, you..."
"Don't be nervous, I'm a good person."