The Tree God Only Needed to Win

The Nagoth's longsword was never the point; the point was the Doomsday fragment embedded in it.

The longsword shot out violently, the apocalyptic fragments embedded in the blade went from no reaction to dark red, then to bright red, and finally the melted metal of the sword exploded in all directions like rain. The explosion after melting happened almost in an instant.

Nagos, who was holding the sword on the opposite side, screamed and his body was violently pushed back.

Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran were blocking their way, were forced to stagger backward by a single finger strike from the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon.

Ren Anran's Yang Soul Dharma Body shimmered with golden light, while Zhang Xuezhou suffered a nosebleed, but neither of them were intimidated by Ren Yisheng and Qimeng Haige.

Xuanming's Xuanqi Heavy Armor protected Ren Anran, while the Xuanqi itself could save Zhang Xuezhou's life three times, directly neutralizing many of its powerful effects.

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon never attempted to mentally intimidate or attack the two, primarily because they were incredibly resilient. The Doomsday Fragments also demonstrated a protective power that the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon feared; however, the danger of activating such a treasure was immense.

"An Ran!"

Zhang Xuezhou staggered and struggled to his feet. He only had time to let out a cry before his vision was filled with a deep red.

The smell of an explosion filled the entire hall.

The stronger the mental power, the greater the impact; this explosion is far beyond anything Naggus has ever shown before.

Meng Zhang mentioned that the explosion of the apocalyptic fragments' spiritual backlash killed an unparalleled powerhouse from a lower-dimensional world, and the other party's words were not an exaggeration at all.

This isn't just about killing a single Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon; it's about wiping them all out in one fell swoop.

The explosive flames erupted like a volcanic eruption, instantly gushing out from the mud-like body of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, and then blooming like a sky full of stars.

The closest dead soul vanished like steam, leaving not even a trace of light.

The temperature in the sealed space of the hall hidden atop the Pillar of Dead Souls skyrocketed.

Before Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Anran could escape from the entrance with their group, the violent shockwave from the explosion had already hit them.

Zhang Xuezhou felt a sweet taste in his throat, and then everything went black.

A stinging sensation spread throughout Zhang Xuezhou's body. He felt as if something had stirred in his mind, and the whole world seemed to freeze up like a faulty internet connection.

"Fast and slow!"

The staff held in his right hand had no effect; Zhang Xuezhou's own control over speed and slowness emerged.

He reached out and grabbed forward, pushing Ren Yisheng's body towards the entrance of the main hall.

When Zhang Xuezhou grabbed Chimon Hagrid, he felt his ability to control speed vanish instantly.

The shockwave from the explosion struck him, sending him flying like a cannonball.

Like the destruction and explosion of a small sun, Zhang Xuezhou only felt a red light appear in his dark vision, and then explode in the sky.

"Quick!"

The urgent voice came through, and Zhang Xuezhou felt a chill run down his spine.

Even though he was blasted so badly he was dizzy and on the verge of death, Zhang Xuezhou was surprised that the voice of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon was still full of energy.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Faster!"

The rapid sound was not heard in the explosion, but it entered Zhang Xuezhou's ears clearly.

"You damned idiot, you actually dared to try and take me down with you? Get out of the way!"

As the urgent and angry voice drew nearer to his ear, Zhang Xuezhou felt a sudden yank, and the impact of the fiery explosion vanished, leaving only darkness and a sliver of starlight.

"Hahaha!"

The silence was shattered by maniacal laughter; the laughter of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon in the darkness took on a hysterical quality.

"So it turns out you have to be driven to the brink of death to survive, hahaha, you damned idiot, you've finally put up a good fight! This explosion was just in time, the World Tree's power binding me has finally disappeared, and my tormented mental symptoms have vanished!"

"Hurry, hurry, let time move faster! As soon as this damn cooldown is over, I can get out of this prison!"

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

"One!"

Amidst the frenzied shouts, the starlight drew ever closer, once again taking on the familiar shape of a tree chair.

Although it only looked like a chair, what Zhang Xuezhou saw after entering it was completely different.

The area where he stood was wide and flat, about the size of several sports fields.

The area was adorned with countless gems, which illuminated the surroundings and allowed Zhang Xuezhou to see the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon laughing wildly with his hands on his hips, as well as the emperor with his right knee bent and his three souls and seven spirits transformed.

"It's time, goodbye!"

The Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon beckoned to the two of them and then swiftly leaped forward.

Stop him!

The Emperor gave Zhang Xuezhou a low shout.

Although we don't know what the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon are up to, what they're going to do is definitely what they want to destroy.

He let out a shout, and saw Zhang Xuezhou leap up and rush over. Only then did his heart calm down a little.

For the Emperor, his journey from the Tree Chair to the Outer Heavens, and then back to the Tree Chair, involved him beating the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon in the early stages and later refining him like a silent gourd. The entire process was extremely painful, culminating in an explosive impact that was enough to destroy his soul, which almost completely annihilated his three souls and seven spirits.

The Emperor was not one to let grudges go unpunished, but he was simply at his breaking point.

The most terrifying thing is that the Emperor will not be able to find his way back to Western Kunlun. Without the guidance of the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon, he will be lost in the darkness until his physical body perishes and he becomes a wandering ghost.

The terrible outcome was unbearable for the Emperor. He propped himself up and ran forward a few steps, only to see Zhang Xuezhou and the Extraterrestrial Heavenly Demon vanish almost simultaneously. By the time the Emperor got closer, neither of them had left.

"Oh no, oh no! My wife hasn't seen me these past few days, she might start pulling my ears. What am I going to do when she uses all sorts of violence to bring me back to my senses? I'm afraid I won't be able to hold out for the maximum duration of the Grain Avoidance Instruction!"

How do we get back from here?

"I shouldn't have re-orbited the magic, I shouldn't have gambled on this!"

"I always lose at gambling; how can a defeated king like me gamble with my luck!"

The way back is gone, and the way forward has also disappeared.

Looking at the countless precious lights around him, the Emperor's already shaky soul collapsed.

Numerous distracting thoughts surfaced in my mind, and only after repeated contemplation were they reluctantly banished.

After barely recovering some of his strength, the Emperor dragged his weary soul around, searching tirelessly.

"This appears to be text?"

The spacious area was empty; the Emperor hadn't had time to survey his surroundings when he entered, and was subsequently summoned by Zhang Xuezhou for help.

He now had time, and the Emperor hadn't found anything, eventually discovering some text-like content.

Every country has its own writing system, not to mention unknown civilizations and races.

The Emperor gazed at the text that resembled writing but was difficult to decipher, clearly attempting to glean some comprehensible information from it.

"The tree... god... only... needs... to... win?"

The Emperor sat upright for a long time, pondering the matter repeatedly.

He felt as if the entire place was filled with countless knife and axe marks, and also recorded similar content from countless languages.

When a sudden thought struck him, the Emperor felt a surge of resentment.

This sense of resentment is like being trapped in a prison from which he cannot escape, left only to await death.

The Emperor gazed at the various traces, and in a daze, he felt as if he had transformed into a creature with four arms, numbly performing those extraordinary skills that even the Emperor found astonishing, and refining them step by step. Occasionally, when he was lucid for a moment, he would write down various words of resentment.