After leaving the world of all NPCs

The terrifying will of billions of giant hammers of light has locked on again!

Ye Zuochen watched as this familiar and deadly white hell descended upon him for the third time. Feeling the remaining half of the Light Poison in his body and the excruciating pain of being torn apart by the hammer again, Ye Zuochen could not help but gasp in amazement.

"Another guy who's repeating his combat skills..."

The last time I saw Peren, he would repeat the same lightning attack that would tear the earth apart.

This one is the same, it only repeats one move [Cosmic Furnace].

"——Cut off karma but not life, seal the sky but not the heart——"

The five colors flow, and the mystery arises!

Blue as the depth of the Dharma Realm when it first opened.

——Cut off the power of the gods!

White like a mirror reflecting the clarity of all things.

——Cut off the illusion!

Yellow is like the earth, carrying all equality.

——Cut off the violence of war!

Red is like the sharpness of observing the true nature of all things.

——Cut off the cause and effect connection!

Green is like the vitality that makes everything go smoothly.

——Cut off billions of spells!

The five lights of wisdom intertwined and flowed, instantly dispelling the suffocating feeling brought by the absolute pure white, as if a piece of pure land of wisdom had been opened up in the furnace of destruction!

Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!

Five swords of wisdom of different shapes, condensed purely from light, separated from the halo and hung around Ye Zuochen.

It is exactly————Prajna Wisdom Sword!

Manjushri is the supreme weapon to cut off ignorance and afflictions.

The sword body is transparent, but it emits an unparalleled sharpness that can cut through all illusions and eliminate all troubles!

Ye Zuochen spoke in a majestic voice, "Forger of the Sky! Svarog—you were born from the blazing flames of the Old Slavic word 'Svar', and your name bears the imprint of the divine nature of Skyfire."

"On the primitive altar on the banks of the Dnieper River, you struck the anvil and forged the sun. Dazhbog's golden chariot was the first spark of fire you threw into the world!"

"How come the achievements of the lava flow have now become a cold legend?"

The sword of wisdom of the Dharmakaya body hanging in the front suddenly burst out with a deep and profound light that was difficult to look directly at.

Om-!

The sword body turned into a blue torrent that tore through the eternal laws, ignoring the barriers of space and divine power, and directly slashed at the most core and fundamental invisible pillar that constituted this [Cosmic Furnace].

Wherever it passes, the absolute pure white that deprives all senses and melts all existence is forcibly "dissected".

Wherever the dark blue sword light reached, the pure white furnace barrier was forcibly "cut" open with deep cracks.

The divine power that forged all things in the universe was cut off by the sword of wisdom!

"It's actually a sharp blade that can cut off troubles. God Slayer, you have such a weapon!" The divine consciousness under the golden eye mask roared angrily.

The next moment, countless unbroken giant hammers of light, with the madness of burning all rebels, concentrated the last strength of the furnace and no longer hammered evenly. Instead, like billions of meteors, they crushed towards the blue sword of wisdom that tore through the furnace and Ye Zuochen in the center, trying to completely crush the root wisdom that dared to blaspheme the realm of God!

Ye Zuochen was not to be outdone. With the words flowing from his mouth, the five-colored light wheel behind his head spun wildly.

"Byzantine monks translated you as Hephaestus, the lame craftsman god whose Greek rust coated the Slavic furnace."

"After the creation of the world, you retreated from the throne of God, allowing the power of Heavenly Fire to slip towards your descendants. How can a passive God be called the Lord of the Sky?"

"In Kiev you were a warrior, Rurik's holy sword bursting forth from beneath your hammer, yet in Poland you govern marriage law. Isn't this duality of divinity just a delusion of believers?"

Countless blue swords of wisdom shot out and headed towards the giant hammer of light.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!

The pure light hammer representing the smelting power of the universe and the blue sword light representing the root wisdom of the Dharma Realm collided violently and annihilated each other!

The dark blue light of the Dharma Realm trembled violently under the extremely dense hammer shadows. The gaps that were cut open were squeezed and closed by the violent divine power, but were stubbornly torn apart again by the more tenacious edge of wisdom.

Click!

The entire pure white space was like boiling glass, emitting a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden, with extremely violent distortions and fluctuations, and cracks spreading rapidly like spider webs.

"Hark! The Christian bells melt your anvil!"

"Vladimir's sword shattered the Kyiv Temple, and the Ninefold Holy Fire was extinguished by the spreading of holy water."

"They say you are a 'fictitious shadow of the Middle Ages'. When the marks of the blacksmith's hammer have become the borders of the church windows, Svarog, you, the craftsman of the universe, have become a forgotten mold!"

The sword of wisdom becomes sharper with the blessing of Ye Zuochen's thoughts carrying endless eloquence and wisdom!

chap!

A sound as if the foundation of the universe was severed, a sound of laws collapsing that only gods could perceive.

The crack created by the sword of wisdom of the Dharma Realm could no longer be bridged. It was like the last feather that broke the balance, and a chain reaction broke out.

Rumble, rumble—!

The absolutely pure white [Cosmic Furnace] space was like a sand castle that was disintegrated by the power of origin, and the cracks all over it expanded billions of times in an instant.

"Return! Blackbeard's master blacksmith, use the sacred iron furrow as your coffin, and the ashes of primitive sacrifices as your grave: bury the nine sacred fires of polytheism, and also bury the false gods of Christianity!"

Ye Zuochen shouted loudly, shocking all the ghosts and gods in the heavens.

The next moment, under Svarog's incredible gaze, the divine domain that symbolized the supreme smelting authority of the God of Skyfire collapsed!

Countless pure white fragments, like collapsing snow mountains, dissipated on the scorching ruins of real space.

The light from the shattered furnace had not yet completely dissipated, but Ye Zuochen's figure was already like a lightning bolt that tore through time and space.

At the moment when the [Cosmic Furnace] completely collapsed, he had broken through the last barrier of the divine realm by relying on the explosive power of the [Body of the God of War] to penetrate the void and his absolute grasp of timing.

He appeared in front of Feng Shi Bawu, whose divine power was violently fluctuating due to the broken furnace and whose golden eye mask on his face was flickering.

Hold your right hand loosely!

hum-

The yellow light condensed and turned into the Sword of Equality Wisdom, appearing in his hand.

The sword body flows with warmth and peace, yet contains the wisdom and brilliance of "equality of all beings" and "the sameness of all things".

Cut it out with one sword!

The yellow sword light of the Sword of Equality Wisdom, like the first ray of sunlight passing through the morning mist, penetrated Feng Shi Yawu's head covered with a golden eye mask without any hindrance.

There was no skull fracture.

No brains splattered.

No physical scars.

The yellow sword light seemed to be just a warm light that penetrated the entity. What it cut off was not the flesh and blood body, but the supreme divine power from Svarog that was deeply imprinted on this body and soul.

It is a troublesome shackle that reverses the will of the elves.

It is the power of God attached to the blindfold.

laugh--!

With a slight sound, the invisible possession of God was torn apart!

The golden eye mask covering Feng Shi Yawu's face, a divine creation branded with sun patterns, silently cracked along the spot pierced by the yellow sword light, turning into two pieces of ordinary iron that had lost all divine luster, and slid down her smooth but pale cheeks!

The mercury-colored pupils regained focus in an instant, but they were filled with a sense of forcible confusion and deep fatigue.

Then, his heavy eyelids closed uncontrollably, and his consciousness completely sank into deep darkness. His tall and slender body lost the power to stay suspended, and fell downwards like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Vulkan is right..."

A voice filled with twisted anger and unwillingness rumbled out from the falling and dissipating fragments of the eye mask, echoing among the ruins of the world where lava was flowing.

"You, the Drifting King... should be thrown into the eternal furnace of God... and melted into dregs of nothingness... This... will never end!"

The sound was like echoing thunder, completely dissipating in the lingering aftertaste.

Only the broken fragments of the golden eye mask fell into the lava, making a slight "sizzling" sound, and were quickly swallowed up by the hot magma, leaving no trace.

Feng Shi Bawu's unconscious body was steadily caught by Ye Zuochen's outstretched arm.

The long orange hair hung down limply, and the blue-purple restraint suit looked a little dull after the divine power dissipated.

Ye Zuochen stared at the pale, dazed face in his arms, the orange hair spread messily on his arms, and sweat soaked the edges of the blue-purple straitjacket.

"——The Fire God forged the chains into bones, and the waves and hair cut into the soul——"

He leaned down and placed his lips on her slightly cool lips.

A strand of golden thread quietly flowed out from between her lips and silently sank into Feng Shi Yawu's slightly opened mouth, quickly blending into her blood and entwining her restless soul.

hum!

The moment the golden thread in Feng Shi Yawu's body stabilized, a strand of golden thread of the same origin appeared out of thin air at Ye Zuochen's heart, swaying slightly.

At the other end of the silk thread, a dot of golden light rapidly expanded in the void, outlining a floating figure.

Feng Shi Yawu's projection hovered in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the shadow of a giant tree of light, so huge that it was unimaginable and seemed to support the vast universe, suddenly appeared behind Ye Zuochen.

"——The cocoon of radiance, the moment of gestation! Draw the energy of heaven and earth, gather the blood of divinity——"

The branches are twisted and the veins flow with the source of life as bright as the stars.

At the core of the forked trunk, there is a golden heart monkey fixed on it.

The Tree of Life of Creation appears.

The golden thread projection was instantly captured by the giant tree of life. The golden thread projection was transformed in the vast source of life and turned into a ball of golden holy spirit power that contained the opportunity of creation.

This ball of light surged and spun violently, as if giving birth to a miracle.

"—Breaking the shell! Using the stars as an umbilical cord, connecting to the breath of this world—"

"--Bloom! Daughter of nature and divinity--"

"—Open your eyes, spirit! This is the life bestowed by the root—"

Immediately, the golden holy spirit power split into two!

The two rays of light quickly took shape and solidified.

The light faded, and the figures of two completely different girls landed lightly on the hot lava ground and stood in front of Ye Zuochen and the unconscious Feng Shi Bawu.

Yamayakushi is about 1.57 meters tall, with a slender and light body, like a willow branch sprouting in early spring.

Her striking orange short hair was tied into an exquisite bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

The mercury-colored eyes were now wide open, flashing with the agility of surviving a disaster and the fear that had not yet completely subsided.

Yamai Yuzuru is slightly shorter, about 1.55 meters tall, but her figure is much more plump and graceful than Yakuya, and even her loose robe cannot hide the full and curvy curves underneath.

Her striking golden-orange hair was carefully braided into three fluffy braids, hanging down her chest and back.

She also had mercury-colored eyes, but now they were lazily half-closed, and her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, making her natural charm carry a hint of tiredness and haziness.

Her temperament is calm and gentle, forming a sharp contrast with Yakushi.

A brief moment of confusion enveloped the two girls' nascent consciousness like a thin mist. Their mercury-colored pupils reflected the lava-like hellish scene, as if they were still struggling to piece together the shattered fragments of memory.

The next moment, their eyes almost simultaneously fell on Feng Shi Bawu, who was unconscious in Ye Zuochen's arms.

That seems to be their true form...

There was only one elf named Feng Shi Yawu at first, but later it split into two.

They always believed that the two would merge again one day, so they played ninety-seven games to determine who would continue to live after the fusion. However, they suddenly encountered an eye patch that flew from nowhere, and merged into one in a daze.

Immediately afterwards, as if pulled by an invisible magnet, the eyes of Yakuya and Yui suddenly collided.