With My Broken Body, I Forge Your Divine Throne
The God Servant's pupils suddenly contracted.
Yun Jingheng and Wu Zhangkong moved at the same time.
Two beams of light shot out from the edge of the Maple Leaf Forest, one silvery-white like condensed Moonlight, the other icy-blue like the light of the extreme cold, leaving two straight, unyielding trails against the dark red sky.
Wu Zhangkong's Martial Soul was released the instant he charged out.
Heavenly Frost Sword
The sword is three feet seven inches long, entirely ice blue, with a silver-white pattern running along its spine from the guard to the tip, like a frozen river.
The blade has fine frost patterns on both sides. These patterns are not carved on, but are natural, formed by the ice crystal structure that the sword has naturally developed during countless tempering processes.
His Soul Ring appeared.
Two yellow, two purple, and two black Soul Ring rotated around the sword. The yellow rings were in the innermost layer, the purple rings were in the middle, and the two black rings were in the outermost layer, like six different colored halos.
A ball of silvery-white light was gathering between Yun Jingheng's hands. The light was not large, only the size of a fist, but its radiance pierced through the dark red sea of light, through the dark purple mist gushing from the cracks, and through all the chaos and noise on the battlefield, like a Full Moon held in the palm of one's hand.
The sword that Wu Zhangkong arrives first.
The moment the Heavenly Frost Sword was thrust out, the temperature in the air dropped by tens of degrees. The dark red beams of light that spewed out from the cracks visibly condensed where the sword's edge passed, as if some force was forcibly freezing this space polluted by the Abyss.
The sword tip was pointed directly at the God Servant's throat.
The God Servant did not dodge.
He raised his pale, almost transparent hand, closed his fingers, and grasped the tip of the sword directly.
The sound of metal colliding with flesh was neither a "clang" nor a "hiss," but a "crack" sound, like ice being crushed by force.
The God Servant's palm was not pierced, but the tip of the Heavenly Frost Sword embedded itself in the skin of his palm, about the depth of a fingernail, and then could not go any further.
A dark red substance, neither blood nor light, seeped from the God Servant's palm and flowed down the blade of the Heavenly Frost Sword, like tiny, living snakes.
"A fine sword."
The God Servant's voice was very soft, almost as if squeezed out from between his teeth, "But you only have six rings."
His fingers began to tighten.
Cracks appeared on the blade of the Heavenly Frost Sword.
The cracks didn't originate from inside the sword; they spread outwards from where the God Servant's fingers gripped it, like a spider web rapidly unfolding.
Wu Zhangkong's expression remained unchanged.
His left hand pressed against the sword guard, and his Second Soul Ring lit up.
The surface of the Heavenly Frost Sword was instantly covered with a new layer of ice crystals. These ice crystals were not ordinary ice; they were dark blue, like ice that had been frozen in a thousand-year-old cold pool. They grew, spread, and filled the cracks on the blade, while climbing toward the arm of the God Servant.
A thin layer of ice immediately covered the God Servant's arm.
He glanced down at the ice, and for the first time, a hint of surprise appeared in his golden eyes.
Then moon patterns appeared on his body.
Not just one or two, but hundreds.
Those dark red, crescent-shaped markings, like lava flowing beneath his skin, spread up from below his collar, up his neck, his chin, his cheeks, and all the way to the corners of his eyes.
His aura suddenly surged.
The thin layer of ice on my arm shattered instantly, breaking into countless tiny ice shards that resembled diamond dust in the dark red light.
He raised his other hand, fingers spread, aiming at Wu Zhangkong's chest.
But the hand did not fall.
Because Yun Jingheng arrived.
Yun Jingheng didn't use any Soul Skill; he simply pushed out the ball of silvery-white light between his hands.
The moment the ball of light left his palm, it suddenly expanded, growing from the size of a fist to the size of a washbasin, then to the size of a millstone, and finally into a complete moon radiating silvery-white light.
The moon crashed into the arms of the God Servant.
The God Servant's body flew backward.
His feet dug two deep furrows in the ground, the edges of which were charred and smoking, as if they had been scorched by high temperatures.
He staggered back more than ten steps before barely managing to steady himself. The spot on his chest where the moon had struck him had been completely stripped of his clothes, revealing pale skin covered in dark red moon-shaped markings.
There was a clear, indented circular mark on that patch of skin, as if someone had punched a huge fist into his chest and created a crater.
The God Servant looked down at the dent in his chest, his expression shifting from surprise to confusion, and then to disbelief.
"This is..."
He didn't finish his sentence.
Yun Jingheng's second attack has begun.
This time, instead of launching a moon, he spread his five fingers, pointed them toward the God Servant, and then suddenly brought them together.
The real moon in the sky, the moon that hung high in the night sky, silently watching this battle, suddenly shone brightly.
A silvery-white beam of light shot straight down from the moon, precisely piercing through the location where the God Servant was.
The moment the beam of light hit the ground, the ground within a hundred-meter radius sank three meters. Soil, rocks, maple leaves, and several Abyss Beetle that couldn't escape were instantly vaporized within the beam's range, leaving not even ashes behind.
After the pillar of light dissipated, the God Servant remained standing in the same spot.
But his condition is completely different now.
His arms were crossed in front of him, the sleeves of his clothes completely gone, revealing his forearms covered with scorched, charred marks, as if branded with a hot iron.
Half of his hair was singed, curly, and smelled of burning protein.
Dark red liquid seeped from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were fixed on Yun Jingheng, and the burning light in those golden eyes, which had seemed to want to incinerate everything, finally changed.
There was something new inside, something he hadn't experienced in ten thousand years.
fear.
It wasn't a fear of death, but a fear of a reality he couldn't comprehend.
"Your attack..."
His voice was hoarse, no longer as soft as if he were telling a secret, but like the howl of a wild beast whose throat had been stepped on.
"You only have five rings, how could you possibly have such strength?!"
"Don't you know villains die from talking too much? You idiot!"
Yun Jingheng suddenly waved his hand.
Above the dark red sea of light, the clouds suddenly parted.
It was as if an invisible hand had torn a rift in the sky.
The opening was circular, with edges so neat they looked as if it had been drawn with a compass.
Through that opening, you can see the night sky, and you can see the real moon.
But the moon has changed.
The moon was no longer silvery-white; it had turned a cold, almost deathly pale color, like a piece of jade placed in ice water, radiating a light that chilled one to the bone.
When that light shone down, all the Abyss Race on the battlefield simultaneously let out a hiss.
It wasn't a roar of anger, but a roar of pain.
Cracks appeared on the dark purple scales under the moonlight, and smoke began to rise from the bodies of the creatures that emerged from the Abyss, as if an invisible flame was scorching them.
The dark red Mutant reacted even more violently.
Their bodies began to melt under the moonlight, like candles placed under high temperatures. Their twisted limbs, deformed organs, and dark red crescent patterns softened and flowed like wax under the moonlight, eventually turning into a pool of dark red sludge on the ground.
The God Servant stood amidst the melting, flowing, howling monsters, his body bathed in the pale moonlight.
Blisters appeared on his skin, growing, bursting, and oozing dark yellow pus at a visible rate, before new blisters appeared.
His face, in the pale moonlight, looked like a wax figure being roasted over a fire, its features contorted, melting, and deformed.
But his eyes never left Yun Jingheng.
A glint suddenly flashed in those golden, burning eyes, soaked in fear.
A blinding light.
"Authority..."
He said hoarsely, his voice like shards of glass grinding in his throat, "Okay, okay, okay."
He took three steps back, his right hand reaching out into the void behind him, fingers spread as if grasping at something.
Ripples appeared around his fingers, dark purple concentric circles, like a stone being thrown into calm water.
At the center of those ripples, something is emerging from the void.
First came a pointed roof, then four walls, then eight pillars, and finally a complete tower, scaled down countless times.
The tower floated in the God Servant's palm. It was completely black, without any patterns, decorations, or color embellishments on its surface. It was simply a pure, thorough black that seemed to devour all light.
The tower has seven stories, and at each of the four corners of each story hangs a bell the size of a fist. These bells sway silently in the void. Although no sound comes out, everyone who sees them swaying feels their soul tremble.
The God Servant's fingers, which were supporting the Herta, trembled slightly.
His voice became shrill with some kind of morbid ecstasy, "Come on--! Death God Tower!"
His eyes burned in the dark red light, like two burning embers.
"What do you think you're facing? You're facing—"
His voice suddenly stopped.
Because Yun Jingheng moved.
Yun Jingheng didn't wait for him to complete the activation of the Soul Tool, didn't wait for him to read the lengthy introduction, and didn't give him any chance to catch his breath.
Yun Jingheng's body left an afterimage in place, and his true form had already appeared three steps away from the God Servant.
His right hand reached out and grabbed the Herta that was floating in the palm of the God Servant.
The God Servant's eyes widened.
He tried to activate the power of the Death God Tower, to unleash the death power it had stored for tens of thousands of years, and to let the vengeful spirits, the curses, and the suppressed Abyssal Lord surge out of the tower to tear the young man in front of him, who was only a fifth-ringed, to pieces.
But nothing happened.
The tower struggled in his palm for a moment, like a living creature being caught, and then fell silent.
Then it disappeared from the God Servant's palm.
It appeared in Yun Jingheng's hands.
The God Servant stared blankly at his empty palm, at the hand that had just held a Level 10 Soul Tool, and now it was empty.
His expression shifted from ecstasy to confusion, from confusion to blankness, and from blankness to a utterly shattered sense of bewilderment, as if he didn't even know where he was.
"Impossible..."
His lips moved, his voice as soft as a wisp of smoke about to dissipate, "This is impossible... The Death God Tower has recognized me as its master... It has recognized me as its master... Only I can activate it..."
Yun Jingheng stored the Herta in his Soul Tool.
He looked at the God Servant, his eyes showing no fluctuation.
"... I don't know what to say. I already have authority and a demigod Godhood, how dare you reveal such a huge prelude?"
The God Servant's body began to tremble, and the belief that had sustained him for ten thousand years collapsed.
"You... you control more than half of the Yue Shen Goddess's Godhood..."
His voice was broken and intermittent, like the sound of someone speaking through their teeth in extremely cold weather, "Those moves you just made... exceeded the realm of Soul Power... that was the Divine Power of the Yue Shen..."
Yun Jingheng did not deny it.
His eyes were already starting to turn red.
Fifth Soul Skill --
He didn't finish his sentence.
Because a black light cleaved out from the void at the edge of the battlefield.
The black light was silent, without a whoosh, without a roar, and without any warning.
It was like a crack that suddenly grew out of the void, pitch black and deep, as if it had torn a hole in space itself.
But it's not a crack. It's an attack.
"C--!"
Yun Jingheng's body reacted the instant the black light appeared.
His figure left an afterimage as he moved backward nearly twenty meters.
The black light grazed past his chest, cutting a three-inch-long gash in his collar.
The cut was so clean it looked like it had been made with scissors; there were no scorch marks, no frost, and no trace of any residual properties on the edges.
Because that black light had only one attribute: severing.
If Yun Jingheng had been even 0.1 seconds slower, that black light would have cleaved him in two from the very center of his chest.
Pluto Douluo – Ha Luosa– emerged from the void.
His figure was shrouded in a pure black cloak, the edges of which were embroidered with dark silver skull patterns that seemed to be silently grinning in the moonlight.
His face was mostly covered by the hood of his cloak, revealing only a pale, almost bloodless chin and a pair of dark silver eyes that looked like two nails.
When he stepped out of the void, the aftereffects of the attack still lingered between his hands, with dark threads of light flowing between his fingers like tiny, living snakes.
"Ha Luosa--?!"
His gaze was fixed on the shocked Yun Jingheng.
His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.
"Zhao... are you really not coming back?"
The moment that name was uttered, Yun Jingheng's body trembled.
Zhao?
Zhao Yunhong?
Yun Jingheng didn't have time to think much, because Ha Luosa's ninth Soul Ring lit up.
A red, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
The temperature across the entire battlefield plummeted by more than ten degrees Celsius.
Ha Luosa crossed his hands in front of him, fingers spread, and two dark lights condensed in his palms, forming two straight, slender, and extremely compressed black light blades.
He spread his hands to the sides at the same time.
The two black light blades drew a cross in the void.
The horizontal lines of the cross extend nearly a hundred meters from left to right, and the vertical lines also extend nearly a hundred meters from top to bottom. The entire cross is suspended in the void, as black as ink, with not a trace of light spilling from its edges, because it absorbs all the light that shines on it.
Ha Luosa's voice rang out, each word like a death knell from the depths of the Underworld.
"Since you can't come back... then let me escort you on your way, on behalf of Father God."
"Ninth Soul Skill - Pluto Cross Slash"
The cross came crashing down from the void.
"Jing Heng--! Get out of the way!!!"
He had been watching Yun Jingheng Zhuo Shi, his eyes blazing with fury.
It's really bizarre that Ha Luosa would suddenly appear!
Anyone Pluto Cross Slash, regardless of how many defensive Soul Skill, life-saving methods, or healing abilities they possess, must accept an instant death penalty.
The rule for determining the outcome is simple: live or die.
There are no intermediate values.
Yun Jingheng discovered that he couldn't move.
It wasn't that he was suppressed to the point of immobility by Ha Luosa's Soul Skill, but rather a more thorough state, as if the entire world was helping him refuse to move.
It was a very strange feeling.
He felt he should be afraid, should be nervous, and should do everything in his power to avoid the falling black cross.
But his heart was completely calm, as calm as a stagnant pool, as calm as someone who had already seen through the ending and was waiting for it to arrive.
It wasn't because he wasn't afraid of death, but because his instincts told him he didn't need to move.
The black cross descended at an increasingly slower pace.
It wasn't Ha Luosa controlling its speed, but rather an external force, not belonging to this battle, that was intervening, interfering with time in this area in an irresistible way.
For the first time, an emotion that shouldn't have appeared on Ha Luosa's face showed in his dark silver eyes.
Puzzled.
His hand was still in the Pluto Cross Slash pose, but his arm began to tremble slightly, not because of a lack of strength, but because his ninth Soul Skill was being disintegrated from the outside by a force he could not understand.
That power was neither Soul Power, nor Divine Power, nor any form of energy he knew.
That was the power of the fragment sacrifice.
Yun Jingheng saw it.
He saw Zhao Yu'an turn around not far to the side.
While everyone was stunned by the power of the Pluto Cross Slash, while everyone thought Yun Jingheng was about to be struck by the black cross, while the fragments were still desperately rushing towards Yun Jingheng, trying to shield him with their bodies—
Zhao Yu'an turned around.
The direction he turned to look was not Ha Luosa, not the God Servant, not the Abyss Race emerging from the rifts, and not even Yun Jingheng.
He was looking at the Yun siblings.
Yun Biechen. Yun Zhishui.
His gaze was as calm as a still pond, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, as if he had said something.
The distance was too great for Yun Jingheng to hear what he was saying.
But he deduced the word from Zhao Yu'an's lip movements.
"Now."
Then he nodded.
The nod was so light that it was almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.
But Yun Biechen saw it, and so did Yun Zhishui.
They did not hesitate.
The first ray of light shone from Yun Zhishui's body.
It was a silvery-white, warm light, like the gentlest moonlight.
The light shone from her chest and then spread to her shoulders, her arms, her fingertips, and every inch of her skin.
She tilted her head slightly in the light, her eyes closed, a faint smile, like one of relief, on her lips.
A second light shone from Yun Biechen's body.
His radiance was different from Yun Zhishui's; it was purer, sharper, and like a silver-white light tempered by moonlight.
The light shone from between his eyebrows and then flowed like mercury across his entire body, enveloping him in a silvery-white cocoon of light.
The fragments behind them sensed it.
It was a resonance deep within the soul.
Two thousand six hundred and seventy-four hearts, once crushed and then pieced back together, lit up at the same moment.
All the fragments on the battlefield, no matter where they were, what they were doing, or who they were fighting, stopped what they were doing at the same moment.
Their bodies began to glow—silver-white, warm white, purple, blue, and red.
Two thousand six hundred and seventy-five different shades of white bloomed at the same time, like two thousand six hundred and seventy-five white flowers blooming simultaneously on a dark red sea of blood.
Zhao Yu'an's body was the first to begin to disintegrate.
It was a natural, peaceful, and even beautiful collapse.
His body transformed into countless silvery-white specks of light, which floated and swirled in his original spot like fireflies before flying towards Yun Jingheng.
His face retained that smile even in the last moment before the light faded—a smile that seemed to convey weariness and relief, as if he could finally rest.
Then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth, and the thousandth.
Two thousand six hundred and seventy-four people simultaneously transformed into silvery-white specks of light, which converged into a dazzling, blinding river that surged toward Yun Jingheng.
The river of light surged from every corner of the Maple Leaf Forest, from the places where the fragments had fallen, from the fragments that were fighting against the Abyss Race, and from the boxes that had long since returned to their original forms.
As if they were alive, they bypassed the trunks of the Maple Leaf Forest and all the obstacles on the ground, surging towards Yun Jingheng with precision and unstoppable force.
The God Servant stood behind Ha Luosa, his body trembling violently in the dazzling river of light.
The dark red crescent patterns on his skin began to crack, like a torn spider web. Cracks appeared from every corner of his body, then quickly spread, expanded, and eventually merged into one.
Countless tiny cracks appeared on the surface of his body, from which a dark red, viscous substance, somewhere between liquid and light, seeped out, as if his body were melting.
Those Mutant, those fragments mutated from the Moon Domain, those beings twisted into monsters by his power—their bodies began to disintegrate at the same moment.
There was no struggle, no hissing, no painful reaction.
Their bodies collapsed from the edges like sand sculptures, the dark red, putrid flesh turning into dark red specks of light. Then, those specks of light gradually faded from dark red, becoming pure specks of light exactly like the fragments, and joined the shimmering river.
"Is there really no other way...? Why... is it so... unfair..."