Divine Flame Crystal

The Lord of Light's gaze swept across the earth, and all things fell silent.

"Foolish mortals, do you think you can fight against God?" His voice echoed like the way of heaven, shaking the sky.

The human monks fell to their knees one after another, their bodies unable to resist and their minds almost collapsed.

Only Xingluo still stands tall.

With the Starfall Sword in his hand, seven-colored light shot up into the sky and condensed into the strongest sword in his life.

This sword embodies all his sword spirit, all his obsession, and all the hopes of the human race.

The world is silent, only this sword spans the nine heavens and ten earths!

boom!

The sword's light clashed with the power of light, and the world instantly collapsed. The earth cracked, the rivers and seas surged backward, and the sun, moon, and stars dimmed.

At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was left with only the duel between sword and light.

The sword light gradually dimmed.

The power of the Lord of Light gradually overwhelmed everything and was far superior to that of the True Immortals.

Although the seven-colored Mahayana sword was as bright as the sun, it was ultimately unable to shake His foundation.

Xingluo was spitting blood and his body was shaking, but he was still staring at the light.

"Why...can't the human race go one step further?" he growled.

The Lord of Light lowered his head, his expression cold and indifferent: "Because you are mortals."

"Mortals can also cultivate immortality!" Xingluo let out a mournful cry.

boom!

The sword light completely collapsed.

In this battle, the human race was defeated.

The battlefield was silent, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The light of the gods once again covered the earth, and the hope of mankind was completely shattered.

The disciples cried, the dragons wailed, and the dwarves wailed.

Pandora rushed forward and hugged Xingluo, tears streaming down her face: "You have done enough."

Xingluo's gaze gradually dimmed, but he still stared at the sky, his hand tightly gripping the sword.

Under the ancient locust tree, an old man in a gray robe looked up at the sky with a painful look in his eyes.

"For the 1000th time... I still failed."

His voice was low, but filled with endless sadness.

"Even if you slay all the gods, you will ultimately stop at the God of Light."

He slowly closed his eyes, tears streaming down his wrinkles.

But the next moment, he opened his eyes again, and the last light ignited in his eyes.

“It’s not over yet.”

"As long as I'm here, there will be a next time."

The wind blows through the bamboo forest, but the blood color remains.

Xingluo's name will become a legend in this life.

The seven-colored banished immortal, with one Mahayana sword, slaughters all gods and stops at the light.

This life has failed.

But the long river of time in the distance is still flowing.

Kronos stood at the end of the river, gazing quietly.

"Next time... maybe, it will succeed."

"The Last Time"

Pandora's eyes trembled slightly, and she clenched her teeth: "So this time, if you fail, there will be no chance to start over."

"Yes." Xingluo exhaled slowly, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "This is the last time."

The night sky was gloomy, the stars gradually swallowed by clouds. In the distance, fires lit up in the mercenary camp. Thirty space shifters of the Moonfall Blade stood silently in formation, cloaked in black and silver cloaks, their faces grim. The furnaces in the dwarf workshop still smoked, the sound of hammers hammering incessantly. The shadows of dragons flashed in the firelight on the distant ridge, and a low dragon roar shook the air.

All the strength, all the preparation, all the hope, are gathered in this seemingly ordinary village.

Suddenly, the ancient well trembled slightly. Runes flickered, and a tiny crack appeared on the wall. The crack was like a rip, and a blinding holy light shone through it.

"Here I come." Xingluo's voice was very low.

The earth roared with a rumble like muffled thunder. The entire Luoshen Village shook, tiles falling from the houses, chickens and dogs screaming, and villagers fleeing in panic. The air suddenly froze, as if the entire world was being pulled into an invisible hand.

Pandora raised her head abruptly, fear in her eyes: "This is the breath of God...The God of Light, He is awakening!"

Isabel suddenly opened her arms, her corrupted divine power transforming into a black-gold barrier, firmly suppressing the light gushing out of the wellhead. But in a moment, her face turned extremely pale, and blood oozed from the corner of her lips.

"I'll do it." Xingluo stretched out his hand, and a divine flame crystal emerged on the back of his hand. The number slowly appeared: 1342.

He took a deep breath, his voice cold and firm: "1341 failures are enough. For the 1342nd time, I will not retreat again."

boom!

The wellhead exploded completely.

Countless holy lights burst forth, instantly engulfing the entire Luoshen Village. The earth cracked, houses turned to ash, and a massive gash appeared in the sky. The white crack stretched endlessly into the night, obscuring half the sky.

A massive hand stretched out from the bottom of the well. It wasn't flesh and blood, but a hand of order condensed from pure holy light. Its five fingers spread out, as if ready to crush the earth with ease.

Everyone suffocated.

Even the demigod-level Arnold was pinned to the ground, his body trembling. The Shadow Pavilion Master gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot. "Damn it... He just reached out, and the power is already too strong to resist!"

The mercenaries stared at the sky in horror. Some collapsed on the ground in despair, muttering to themselves, "Are we really going to fight... a god..."

Xingluo didn't retreat. He took a step forward, his cloak fluttering, the rune pen gleaming in his hand.

"Calm down!" His voice was clear and powerful, like a nail driving into everyone's heart. "Follow my command! Pandora, hold the rear and protect the retreating villagers! Isabel, continue to suppress the light! Arnold, mobilize the shadows! Monica, take the external spirit bone team and stand by!"

His voice was like an anchor in the storm, stabilizing everyone's spirits. The fear hadn't vanished, but at least they weren't crippled.

The rift in the sky grew larger, and the holy light gathered into a massive figure. It had no face, only countless pairs of eyes, open in the light. Each pair held a cold and supreme contempt, as if looking down upon the dust.

A voice boomed through the heavens and earth: "Mortals, what are you struggling for? The meaning of your existence is nothing more than fuel for faith. Resistance is futile."

The air trembled, and the mercenaries fell to their knees, their eardrums searing with pain as if they were being torn apart. Dragons roared from the mountain ridges, yet even the overwhelming light made it difficult for them to raise their heads. A bone dragon suddenly rose from the boneyard, its eyes ablaze with blue flame, yet its wings trembled under the weight of the force.

Xingluo raised his head and looked directly at the huge figure, his eyes as cold as ice: "Value does not need you to define it."

As the rune stroked, ripples rippled through the air, and the power of time and space began to converge. Although Kronos's power had dissipated, Xingluo's own time and space essence had already approached the limit of a demigod.

He spoke each word with a voice as hard as steel: "God of Light, the 1341st destruction ends here. This time, I will leave you here!"

The sky and earth roared, and the wind and snow suddenly rose.

The mercenaries shouted loudly, the giant dragons flapped their wings and roared, the bone dragons crushed the rocks, the light of the attached soul bones shone in the night sky, and the killers of the Shadow Pavilion emerged from the darkness.

All the power gathers at this moment.

Luoshen Village became the final battlefield.

The God of Light finally broke through the seal and descended completely.

The war between gods has begun.