The might of myriad armies, shattering a dimension

As these Holiness words fell...

In the center of the endless gray snow that covered the infinite True Nothingness and even shrouded the Ash Continent and Paradise Mountain, an incomparably bright figure suddenly appeared.

It was as if a figure forged from countless divine lights, as if a figure suddenly burst into brilliant light in boundless darkness, thus illuminating the vision of countless people.

Because His whole body was radiant and shrouded in endless gray snow, His appearance was no longer visible.

But just by looking at his figure, one can see his heroic and upright posture.

The thirty-six wings fluttered slowly, and strands of divine light extending from the wings broke through the endless gray snow like cracks in broken glass.

A pure white halo hung above His head, illuminating His movements clearly.

And so, people saw clearly the Radiant Sovereign standing amidst the endless gray snow, calmly swinging his left fist!

Call!

Call!

Call!

"Wind of Sacred Ash!"

A punch that generates wind, eternal and immortal!

Boundless Sacred Wind erupted from that Holiness punch, stirring up endless ash snowflakes and setting them ablaze, one by one.

Almost instantly, the boundless gray snow was blasted away by the Sacred Wind, and the temporary dimension that Alanmonlos had forged with the power of Embers was also on the verge of collapse.

And at His feet.

That vast Long River of Ash was also burned to ashes in the boundless Sacred Wind!

The endless Sacred Wind, sweeping away the ashes and snow, did not cease but instead swirled and surged upwards, aiming to extinguish the master of the Long River of Ash, along with the Supreme dimension He had forged!

However.

The Ember Sovereign, standing in the Supreme dimension, remained calm and composed as he faced the almost endless Sacred Wind.

The cross in His grey-gold divine eyes split open once more, transforming into a fiery flower with endless petals.

A strange, faint light fell from His outstretched fingertip into the Supreme dimension, which was teetering on the brink of collapse under the Sacred Wind.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

This tiny flame, when exposed to the wind, did not extinguish at all, but instead grew stronger, burning fiercely in this temporarily created Supreme dimension.

The deep voice of the Ember Sovereign Alanmonlos resounded throughout this Supreme dimension, then spread to the Land of True Nothingness, and to the Ash Continent and the Paradise Mountain.

"The Flame of Succession will be passed on, never to be extinguished."

"My tiny Flame of Succession will ignite all hope; from the Embers, the Flame of Succession will be reborn!"

With a series of crackling and popping sounds, the Flame of Succession!

Whew! Whew! Whew!

This time, the sound was no longer the sound of the Sacred Wind surging, but the sound of the Flame of Succession being born under the endless Sacred Wind, transforming into endless Embers, igniting and spreading in the dimensions, and burning brightly in the Sacred Wind.

It's as if these Flame of Succession directly transform the Power of Holiness within the Sacred Wind into burning energy; as long as the Sacred Wind continues, the Flame of Succession will never perish!

This was the response.

The endless Flame of Succession spread along the boundless Sacred Wind, Flame of Succession the entire True Nothingness. The infinite flames broke through all obstacles, burning directly to the Radiant Sovereign had used the Sacred Wind to pierce through the endless gray snow.

The tide of battle has turned once again!

Faced with the boundless Flame of Succession that come along with the Sacred Wind, this is a great power that roars forth from the Embers, fueled by hope, and mediated by inheritance.

Jiang Yuu You's handsome face showed no sign of tension; instead, he smiled.

"That's truly a brilliant tactic!"

"From the Embers, let the Flame of Succession; from the Flame of Succession, let all brilliance be burned away—hope, energy!"

"This is the power that restrains all that is grand and Radiance!"

"The name 'Embers' truly lives up to its name!"

now.

The endless burning Flame of Succession had reached His body, and beneath the boundless flames, it seemed as if dazzling, crystalline white bones were being forged and refined.

But the glorious Monarch paid no heed. After carefully savoring this miraculous technique, he withdrew his left fist.

Instantly.

The endless Wind of Sacred Ash suddenly ceased, and the boundless Flame of Succession also abruptly stopped!

This change prompted Ember Emperor Alanmonlos resided high above the dimensions, to sneer.

"Yuliel, do you think that by stopping your Sacred Wind, you can sever the torch of my Flame of Succession?"

"As long as my dimension endures, this fire will be immortal!"

"You will sink into the world of Embers Flame of Succession built for you, becoming those countless ashes that turn around in confusion!"

Alanmonlos's cold laughter pierced through the True Nothingness, reaching Jiang Yuu, who was about to be burned to ashes by the Flame of Succession, and echoing in the magnificent and imposing Paradise Mountain.

Countless Supreme and powerful figures from the expeditionary force watched with concern as the majestic Emperor appeared to be at a disadvantage.

In their eyes, the domineering Monarch who had always been high above, Supreme and noble, had actually fallen into a disadvantageous position many times.

This inevitably instilled fear and anxiety in them.

"Your Majesty, can we really win?"

"Certainly!"

This was Annatania's voice, without hesitation.

"Kings, have faith in your Monarch, for He is the Sovereign of Radiance, the embodiment of victory, and the master of miracles!"

"That Emperor of Embers, Alanmonlos, is still no match for Yuliel!"

"And we will Jingjing await Yuliel's orders!"

really.

Just as Annatania said.

The King of Glory, scorched by endless Flame of Succession, let out a soft breath.

This breath, like a surging tide, pressed down on all directions.

He then gently raised the Platinum Holy Sword in his hand and planted it heavily under his feet, giving people the illusion that the True Nothingness beneath his feet was the solid earth.

But this illusion soon became reality.

Once the sword stabilized, an equally vast and boundless realm, like a Supreme dimension, extinguished all Flame of Succession and was forcibly created from True Nothingness!

It was a boundless, desolate continent, and on the continent, hills rose and fell.

Endless decay and the Holiness of new life converge here, forming a vast and magnificent land.

"Passing on the Flame of Succession truly carries the meaning of immortality."

"But I will forge Sword Tomb of Myriad Armies, and with boundless divine swords, slay all fire and all Embers!"

As the King of Glory rose up, his pronouncement sounding like a soft whisper.

On this vast continent where desolation and ruin coexist with the newborn Holiness, countless divine swords appeared on endless hills. They were planted in the earth, and endless sword intent swayed and rose up, piercing the sky, piercing time and space, and piercing the Supreme dimension that had been born!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Countless different sword intents soared upwards, carrying unparalleled killing intent, and surged into the place where Alanmonlos was located.

Splash!

The sound, like shattering glass, resounded throughout the boundless space. This endless and mighty sword intent actually shattered the temporarily constructed Supreme dimension and extinguished the endless Flame of Succession at their most glorious state!