Godslayer: You get two at the start, Supreme Divine Ruins.

As the last ray of light in the world was about to be extinguished, the last line of defense of the Great Xia human army had collapsed.

The trapped interstellar fleet transformed into a rain of fire, and the wreckage of the Xuanhuang-class starship "Xuanyuan" trailed a plasma tail flame that stretched for a kilometer, crashing into the Cthulhu Mother Nest like a falling sun.

Inside the bridge, the captain, his face covered in blood, placed his hand on the self-destruct device. His resolute expression was projected onto the holographic display: "Antimatter core overload activated! May humanity... endure forever!"

The wreckage of the psionic mech unit was piled up like a mountain, with the only remaining veteran leaning against the cold steel shell of his comrade.

His trembling fingers traced the holographic images of his wife and children on his chest as he bit the safety pin of the last antimatter grenade between his teeth.

As the tide of creatures surged in, he grinned, his blood-stained lips parted, and mumbled out the battle cry that had been passed down for millennia: "Great Xia... Never Dies!" A blinding white light engulfed everything within a ten-mile radius.

Above the void, Lin Qiye knelt on one knee in the shattered dimensional rift, his straight blade, "Zhanbai," deeply embedded in the spatial crack.

His kingdom of night was already shattered, yet it still stubbornly enveloped his dying comrades behind him.

Blood dripped from the black hilt of the sword, congealing into dark red crystals in the void, each one reflecting a shattered galaxy.

&34; Data... Calculation complete... &34; An Qingyu's shattered lens reflected a waterfall of data, and his left arm, corroded by black blood, was turning into ashes and scattering.

He suddenly coughed violently, the splattering blood froth mixed with tiny gears and chips, &34; His weakness...in the seventh-dimensional mezzanine...&34;

Cao Yuan's malevolent flames flickered, and the broken Star Blade emitted a mournful cry like a dragon's roar.

Fragments of his demonic armor fell from his pierced chest, revealing a pulsating, dark red heart. He grinned, a beast-like smile spreading across his bloodied lips: "Then... I'll cut you again..."

Shen Qingzhu's lonely angel wings withered away piece by piece, and now only half of the skeleton remains of the six wings.

His trembling fingers held the nearly burnt-out cigarette, the flickering flame illuminating his cynical face.

As the ash finally fell, he whispered, "This time... I have to hold on..."

The robes of the three Celestial Venerables fluttered wildly in the energy storm. The whisk of the Primordial Celestial Venerable snapped inch by inch, its silver threads entangled in his crumbling fingers;

The Taiji diagram of the Supreme Lord of Morality was dim and lifeless, and black blood seeped from the eyes of the Yin-Yang fish.

Lingbao Tianzun's Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation had long since shattered, with fragments of the four ancient swords floating in the blood mist. They smiled at each other, and suddenly, brilliant Dao flames ignited around them.

&34; With the fruits of our path...&34;

&34; Offering sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, the Black and Yellow...&34;

&34; May peace reign for all ages! &34;

Three beams of light, piercing through time, soared into the sky and exploded into magnificent flowers of law on Azathoth's hideous body.

This light illuminated the collapsing Thirty-Three Heavens, reddened the surging waves of the Milky Way, and even temporarily dispelled the Cthulhu fog.

However, the dazzling fireworks were fleeting, and the figures of the Celestial Venerables gradually became transparent in the light, eventually transforming into countless Jade Purity Seal Scripts flying in the sky.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Lin Xiao's sea of ​​consciousness was collapsing. Azathoth's whispers were like billions of poisonous insects gnawing at his primordial spirit, each syllable reshaping his neural synapses.

Chaotic blood continuously gushed from his seven orifices. These dark golden blood beads, each as heavy as a thousand pounds, smashed into the Xuan Jade ground, creating bottomless holes. From each hole came the wails of the Old Ones.

&34; It'll be soon... it'll be soon...&34;

Lin Xiao's hands had maintained the Primordial Seal for seven days, and his knuckles were twisted and deformed from excessive force.

The four great treasures spun wildly around him: the thirty-six petals of the Chaos Green Lotus were withering, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the blade of the Pangu Axe, the surface of the Creation Jade Disc showed the phantom of future branch lines, and the nebula inside the Primordial Pearl collapsed into a miniature black hole.

Each collision triggered terrifying dimensional tremors, and the beams and pillars of Zixiao Palace were covered with strange runes from other dimensions.

Suddenly, Azathoth's massive claws tore through the last barrier. Countless screaming vengeful spirits clung to its purplish-black nails, and every pore oozed a viscous substance capable of corroding time and space.

When His shadow enveloped Lin Xiao, the flow of time in the entire "Source" world began to become disordered, and in some areas, even the spectacle of time reversal appeared.

In that life-or-death moment—

Boom!

A beam of chaotic light shot into the sky from Lin Xiaotian's head, and the four supreme treasures finally completed their final fusion.

A giant axe, engraved with patterns of creation, appeared out of thin air. Its handle was wrapped in primordial purple energy, its surface reflected the birth and death of the three thousand great worlds, and its blade was adorned with a chain of causal law.

&34; This axe blow—&34;

Lin Xiao's voice resounded simultaneously across countless dimensions.

&34; For the deceased—&34;

The axe flashed in a perfect arc, leaving behind the phantom images of all the fallen warriors in its wake.

&34; For the living—&34;

Azathoth's body began to disintegrate, each fragment transforming into a struggling black humanoid.

For eternity!

The moment the giant axe fell, the entire multiverse fell silent.

Azathoth's indescribable body shattered like a mirror, and those corrupted dimensions began to be reborn.

The severed causal lines are reconnected, the distorted laws of physics return to normal, and even the smallest quantum fluctuations return to equilibrium.

Lin Xiao stood in the void, the giant axe transforming back into the four supreme treasures. He gently waved his hand, and the treasures turned into countless points of light, scattering towards the "Source" world.

Some of these lights are as gentle as fireflies, some as dazzling as shooting stars, and some flow like liquid gold.

Each point of light contains the power of creation:

When the mountains and rivers were reshaped, the fractured Kunlun Mountains roared like a dragon's cry;

Where the spiritual veins are revived, the withered Jianmu tree sprouts emerald-like new buds;

As the heroic spirits awaken, the shattered Investiture of the Gods automatically repairs and unfolds;

Even those beings that had been completely annihilated were reborn under this power—Yang Jian's Heavenly Eye was regenerated in golden light, Sun Wukong's Fiery Eyes once again shot out golden light, and Nezha's lotus incarnation radiated a purer brilliance than ever before.

The Dao fruits of the three Celestial Venerables re-condensed in the void, transforming into three auspicious clouds carrying the ultimate truth of the Great Dao.

The Jade Void Palace reappears in the auspicious clouds of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable; the text of the Tao Te Ching flows in the auspicious clouds of the Moral Heavenly Venerable; and the Four Swords of Zhuxian hum in the auspicious clouds of the Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Venerable.

The members of the Nightfall Squad stared in astonishment at the restored body. Shen Qingzhu subconsciously reached into her pocket—where, somehow, another intact pack of "Hongtashan" cigarettes had appeared.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, then suddenly noticed an extra note in the pack that read: "Smoke less" — Lin Xiao.

Lin Xiao's aura continued to rise, and his gaze pierced through countless dimensions, seeing those worlds that were still struggling in pain.

In the ocean polluted by Cthulhu, the giant worms are gnawing at the spine of the planet;

In the decaying, twisted forest, Shub Nicholas's offspring are performing sacrifices; beneath the sky filled with mad ramblings, the entire civilization is undergoing a collective mutation.

He stretched out his right hand and gently swept it across the air—

The azure seawater washes over the coral reefs, turning the statue of Cthulhu into fine sand;

In the lush forest, newborn sprites leap among the treetops;

Under the clear starry sky, children pointed at shooting stars and made wishes.

Every world that is reborn shines with a spark of starlight, and countless starlight converges into a dazzling galaxy, flowing around Lin Xiao.

His figure gradually became ethereal and transparent, eventually transforming into an eternal light, like the first ray of dawn at the beginning of creation, forever guarding this hard-won peace.

Time had passed in an unknown amount of time. On a beach in a newly formed world, a little girl excitedly pointed to a figure in the distance: "Mommy! Stepmothers! That's Daddy! Daddy's back!"

Her mother and the women around her looked up, their eyes immediately welling up with tears. Lin Wan'er burst into tears and rushed towards Lin Xiao, saying, "Welcome back!"