Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

However, Indra's mind is as firm as a rock, and he will not let the Lord of All Thoughts get his wish.

"Come on, Wannian, let me see the methods you have deployed in the last eight levels!"

Indra took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, and his eyes became firm and sharp again.

He slowly raised the Thought-Severing Knife in his hand, with the blade pointing directly at the Master of All Thoughts.

"There is no right or wrong in the battle of ideologies. But you are obsessed with the ghosts of the past, feeding on the fears of all living beings and distorting their minds. This is wrong."

His voice was as cold as iron, but it carried a barely perceptible sigh, "Wannian, if you are lost and can't find your way back, then I will... personally send you to rest in peace."

“Rest in peace? Hahaha!” The Master of All Thoughts laughed wildly, and the entire void was shaken. “Relying on the afterimage of your primordial true spirit? Come on, let me see how your so-called ‘hope’ can defeat my endless ‘despair’!”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand, and the entire void was instantly filled with endless negative emotions.

Saint Emperor Chiyuan in the distance only felt a sharp pain in his soul, as if he was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. All the regrets, fears, and unwillingness of the past were infinitely magnified at this moment and turned into sharp blades to attack himself.

"Now!" Indra shouted loudly. He had already expected that the other party would launch a mental attack.

In the sea of consciousness, Xiao Qi's voice rang out clearly: "The power of destiny, pull!"

A barely perceptible silver thread emerged from the void and wrapped around the arm of God Shi Tian.

The primordial chaos in his body instantly boiled over, blending with the unparalleled sharp sword intent and the mysterious power of destiny in an unprecedented way.

"Triple Seal: Fate-Defying Chain!"

Indra suddenly clasped his hands together and then suddenly opened them.

A chain formed by gray chaos, black sword intent and silver-white fate instantly condensed into shape.

It ignored the distance in space, and appeared directly in front of the Lord of All Thoughts, as if from the level of cause and effect, and entangled towards his translucent soul body.

"Roar!"

The Holy Emperor Chiyuan endured the pain in his soul, and the shadow of the Demon Emperor let out a terrifying roar. The red-gold demon fire turned into two torrents, which did not attack the main body of the Overlord, but accurately bombarded the void below his throne.

There is the channel of power of the entire Mirror Palace!

This is his only hope now. He must go all out and fight alongside Indra, regardless of life or death.

The Lord of All Thoughts' face changed drastically. He didn't expect that these two people would cooperate so well.

His power came from the entire Mirror Palace. When the passage was blocked, he suddenly felt weak.

And that strange chain made him feel an unprecedented threat, especially the breath of destiny in it that could reverse everything!

At the moment he tried to break free, the remaining spirit of Hou Tu, which had been hiding, suddenly lit up an ancient and complex divine pattern between its eyebrows.

"With my blood, I summon the Hongmeng Decree!"

She burned everything she had, activated the ancient divine runes, and sublimated her power infinitely, in order to help Emperor Shitian.

With a humming sound, a huge mark that seemed to come from the ancient times emerged out of thin air.

The mark was simple and majestic, exuding an aura of eternal suppression and unquestionable power, and it came down with a bang!

"Do not--!"

Under the dual suppression of the triple seal and the mythical mark, the Lord of All Thoughts let out his final unwilling roar.

The chains of fate penetrated deeper and deeper, completely binding his soul; the mark of myth was like an unshakable mountain, erasing the last of his sanity and madness.

His body began to become increasingly transparent, and the flames of despair in his eyes gradually died down, replaced by a brief moment of clarity.

He looked at Indra and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“You thought… that everything was over?” His voice became weak, but it was clearly heard by Emperor Shitian. “But you don’t understand… I am immortal. One thought can transform into all thoughts. When thoughts move, life begins…”

Before he finished speaking, the body of the Lord of All Thoughts completely turned into a stream of light in the sky and dissipated with a loud bang.

The depression and madness of the entire Mirror Palace disappeared, leaving only a dead and silent void.

In the center where the light faded away, a crystal clear fragment of the divine nature, which seemed to contain a galaxy inside, was quietly suspended and slowly drifted towards Emperor Shitian.

Indra stretched out his hand and caught it subconsciously.

The fragments felt warm to the touch, yet had a strange coldness to them.

He stared at the fragment of the godhead in his palm, and the ominous words of the Lord of All Thoughts before his death echoed repeatedly in his mind.

One thought turns into thousands of thoughts, and life starts with movement?

The Lord of All Thoughts dominates the heavens, controls life and death, and has infinite creation. Is he... really immortal?

This victory came too easily, and these last words, like a poisonous thorn, pierced deeply into Indra's heart, destroying all the joy that should have belonged to the victory.

He suddenly felt as if he had jumped from one cage into another, larger and darker cage.

This fragment of the divine power is not a trophy, but more like a... brand, an invitation that cannot be refused.

An indescribable chill slowly crawled up his spine to the back of his neck, making all the hair on his body stand up.

This intense feeling of uneasiness is a thousand times stronger than when facing the Master of All Thoughts.

He vaguely felt that an even more terrifying conspiracy was slowly unfolding, and he was standing at the center of the stage.

In the palm of Indra, the diamond-shaped fragment of the divine power was quietly suspended, with ancient runes that mortals could not understand flowing on its surface, as if it contained the ultimate truth of the birth and death of a world.

From the rune, he saw countless broken and blurred fragments of memory—the golden palace, the blood-stained battle robe, the ruined divine world...

After a moment, he forced down the surging emotions in his heart and focused all his attention on the fragment in front of him.

call--

At this moment, a gust of burning hot wind blew in his face, and the face of Saint Emperor Chiyuan, which was distorted by greed, rapidly enlarged in Emperor Shitian's eyes.

"How can a mere ant like you get your hands on such a divine object?"

His voice was like a loud bell, and a giant claw burning with blazing holy flames tore through space and went straight to grab the fragment of the godhead in Indra's hand.

However, before the claw shadow arrived, a sword light that was colder than the ice in winter had already arrived.

Emperor Shitian was prepared. He stretched out his sword and a ray of peerless sword light hit the palm of the Holy Flame Claw with incredible precision.

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a slight "hiss" sound, and the Holy Flame of Saint Emperor Chiyuan, which was powerful enough to burn mountains and boil seas, was quickly extinguished as if it had met its nemesis. A bone-chilling chill spread along his arm, forcing him to retreat a hundred feet in embarrassment.

“Indra, do you really want to be my enemy just for a broken godhead?” Saint Emperor Chiyuan steadied himself, his face so gloomy that water could drip out of it.

Indra had an expressionless face as he raised his hand and pointed at the sky. He saw that the sky, which had begun to recover due to the fall of the Lord of All Thoughts, was now covered with spider-web-like cracks. The entire reincarnation space groaned under the heavy burden and seemed like it would collapse completely at any time.

"Although the Lord of All Thoughts is dead, the foundation of the samsara world he built with his own soul has been destroyed. This space is collapsing from the inside."

Emperor Shitian said slowly, "This fragment of the godhead is the core of the collapse. The power it contains is too huge and is unconsciously accelerating this process."

"The only way is to use the 'Heavenly Secret Chain' to temporarily seal it, and then make a decision after killing the true body of the Master of Ten Thousand Thoughts."