Metamorphosis After Fusion
She remembered that scent clearly.
Even through the dream, even as a mere observer, she could feel the oppressive aura emanating from Fu Shiyan, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were sinking, as if it were an eternal night.
Even the powerful figures surrounding him, the first few of whom exuded an aura stronger than that of the Demon Venerable who was over level 170, showed only fear in their eyes in front of Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan simply stood there quietly, holding her body in his arms.
[If I died in this war in my past life... then why isn't this the scene I dreamed about later?]
[The Fu Shiyan from that Void Battlefield was many times stronger than the one now.]
That means... that war happened much later.
[But why did I die this time? Could I possibly die twice?]
Her brows furrowed, her mind filled with confusion.
She subconsciously turned her head to look at Fu Shiyan.
Fu Shiyan stared intently at the image of the God King of Destruction kneeling and weeping in the scene, a complex light flashing in her eyes, but she remained silent.
Qian Renxue opened her mouth, wanting to ask him if he found it strange, but then remembered that he knew nothing about her past life, so she swallowed her words.
She lowered her eyes and looked back at the battlefield.
On the battlefield, Fu Shiyan, the God of Destruction, knelt on the sea of clouds, holding the corpse of the Angel God Qian Renxue, motionless.
The fighting continued around them, but that area seemed frozen in time.
No one dared to approach.
No one dared to disturb them.
Only that silver-white figure knelt there, embracing his lost lover.
Weeping silently.
--
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
Suddenly, the body of the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, erupted with dazzling purple lightning. The lightning coiled around his entire body, crackling and exploding, causing the surrounding sea of clouds to churn violently.
Immediately afterwards, a bright green light appeared, intertwining with the purple lightning, like two giant dragons, one purple and one green, swirling and Entanglement around him.
Two completely different divine powers— Destruction and life—are now violently colliding within his body, yet there is also a subtle tendency for them to merge.
They are like irreconcilable enemies, yet also like a perfect match, searching for a certain balance amidst their clashes.
His tears were still flowing, dripping onto Qian Renxue's pale face and sliding down her cheeks.
His face was contorted in a grimace, his jaw clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, and his whole body was trembling violently.
The collision between the two divine powers grew increasingly intense and violent, as if it would tear his body in two.
But he clung tightly to Qian Renxue's body, refusing to let go.
"Ah--!!!"
He raised his head and let out a mournful roar. The sound was heart-wrenching, carrying pain and despair that had been suppressed for who knows how long, and it resounded throughout the entire Divine Realm.
In that instant, the two energies that were about to merge seemed to be infused with their final power by that roar, finally completing the last step.
"Boom--!!!"
With his roar, a tremendous shockwave erupted from his body!
On the battlefield, Fu Shiyan, the God of Destruction, had his long, silvery-white hair dancing wildly, and his robes fluttering in the wind. Centered on him, a vast and terrifying silvery-white divine power storm gradually formed. The storm was composed of countless tiny points of light, each radiating a pressure that made one's soul tremble.
Once formed, the giant waves from the sacred peak quickly spread to the surrounding areas.
Wherever it passed, demons and gods alike were sent flying by the impact, coughing up blood. Those gods and demons with weaker power perished directly because of this impact, their bodies turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.
The entire battlefield was a scene of utter devastation.
--
Just then, the God Realm Hub suddenly emitted a buzzing sound.
The sound was deep and resonant, like the tolling of an ancient bell, or the awakening of a colossal beast that had slumbered for millennia. It came from the deepest part of the Divine Realm, growing louder and closer.
A streak of light flashed across the sky, flying straight toward the direction of Fu Shiyan, the God of Destruction.
The light was dazzling, displaying seven colors and radiating a vast and sacred aura.
It stopped in front of Fu Shiyan, slowly unfolded, and transformed into a huge light screen with complex patterns flowing on it, each pattern containing the ultimate truth of heaven and earth.
Then, it gradually shrank and merged with Fu Shiyan.
The power of the God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, began to rise steadily.
Level 151, Level 152, Level 153...
With each level he gained, his aura grew stronger, and the surrounding sea of clouds was shaken back a little.
Level 160. Level 161. Level 162...
It climbed all the way up to level 165 before finally stopping.
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In the distance, the Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor, who was healing, was interrupted by the shockwave. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the silver-white figure.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"Level 165?! How is that possible?!"
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling.
On another battlefield, the Demon King who was fighting Tang San and the Demon King who was fighting Dai Tianyu also stopped fighting at the same time and looked at the silver-white figure.
Their faces were equally grim.
"Level 165... How did this guy suddenly surpass the Devil Emperor?!"
"The fusion of Dual Godhood... how could such a monstrous existence exist..."
The demon god who had ambushed the Angel God Qian Renxue hurriedly hid, his body trembling...
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, slowly stood up.
He still held onto the body of the Angel God Qian Renxue, without letting go.
His eyes were bloodshot, with tear stains still clinging to the corners, and he exuded a chilling murderous aura.
His gaze swept across the battlefield, over the demons, over the Demon King, and over the Slaughter Heaven Devil Emperor who was healing. His voice was low and hoarse as he said:
"You... all deserve to die."
Then, he lowered his head and looked at Qian Renxue in his arms, a hint of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
Then, he raised his head, looked at Tang San who was rushing towards them from a distance, and said in a deep voice:
"Xiao San, come here."
Upon hearing his master's voice, Tang San quickly sheathed the Asura Demon Sword and flew to his side.
When he saw his master's wife lying lifeless in his arms, his body stiffened abruptly, and his eyes instantly reddened.
"My teacher's wife..."
"Stop talking."
Destruction God King Fu Shiyan interrupted him, his voice hoarse:
"Take her away. Take everyone away."
Tang San was taken aback:
"Master, you..."
"While I can still control my reason."
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, raised her head and looked at Tang San. In her crimson eyes, there was pain, sorrow, and a final glimmer of clarity:
"Hurry up!"
Tang San looked at his master's pale face, at his master's wife who was no longer breathing in his arms, and at the madness and restraint surging in his eyes. An indescribable grief welled up in his heart.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just gritted his teeth, reached out, and took his teacher's wife's body.
"Master, please... take care."
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, did not speak, but simply nodded.
Tang San turned around, looked at Dai Tianyu, and said loudly:
"Tian Yu! Take everyone and retreat!"
Dai Tianyu glanced at him, then at the silver-white figure, and nodded.
The two called to the other gods and quickly flew away into the distance.
Although the gods did not know what had happened, they saw that the Asura God and the Evil God King were retreating, so they followed suit.
The gods on the battlefield, like the receding tide, quickly disappeared into the distance.
The God of Destruction, Fu Shiyan, stood there, watching the departing figures, watching Tang San carrying Qian Renxue's body disappear into the end of the sea of clouds, the last trace of clarity in his eyes gradually fading away.
He turned his head and looked at the monsters.
His bloodshot eyes were filled only with a frenzied killing intent.
"Now..."
His voice was low and deep, like the whisper of death:
It's time to settle the score.