Chapter 1649: Chapter 3: An Jing_3
Without a doubt, the opponent is also a proper Heavenly Venerate possessing the Dao Courtyard’s Divine Artifact and the fundamental Great Dao inheritance.
[Friend, the opportunity for Harmonization is right here, why do you not take action?]
In the hazy projection of all Heavenly Venerates, a majestic giant with a wilderness aura and eyes like the sun and moon stepped out and said in a deep voice: [Nowadays, all heavens and worlds are submerged in demonic gloom, Heavenly Demons run rampant, evil demons roam unchecked, our homeland has suffered a Demon Disaster, cutting off the path of Harmonization—every moment, every fleeting thought, innumerable people die, losing their lives, futures, and hope]
[The only way to relieve all these sufferings is Harmonization... Yes, we have failed to find the righteous method of Harmonization, this is our fault, but you have clearly obtained the opportunity, so why do you wait?!]
At this point, the giant’s voice seemed like thunder, vibrating the Great Void, causing many Cave Heavens suspended in the Great Void to tremble: [Every moment you hesitate, every fleeting instant you delay, countless life forms die, hope is severed, the possibility for our homeland to be saved also slips away!]
[If you dare not, then let us do it!]
At the center of the confrontation between the two sides, the fissure passage created by Nian Quan’s slash was now fixed by an invisible force.
After those three Sword Lights, squadrons of small fleets from various sides rushed in, attempting to charge into the Great Wilderness Realm following those Sword Lights while the Honglu Hundred Forms Alliance, particularly the wrathful Tai Sui Demon God, raised its branches, with one silver metallic pseudo-foot sweeping through the void, the Divine Power of the Western Extreme True Body instantly smashed almost all fleets.
Yet some people, under the shield of sacrifice from comrades and other alliances, broke through.
The Heavenly Venerates stood in confrontation, for hope and future, destruction and death must unfold.
Inside the Great Wilderness Realm, the descending meteors also faced resistance.
It wasn’t those Sword Lights, nor was it fleets sent by subsequent Heavenly Venerates for exploration; above the heavenly dome, the surging wild winds, flowing thunder, and dust intervened.
A Qilin manifested its true form, turning itself into a stream of Liuguang, crashing into the Tai Sui meteors. The Qilin needed the mutual destruction of evil demons and wilderness alliances; they also needed to weaken the wilderness alliance’s defense lines, but they sought minimal casualties.
Thus, countering the reinforcements of the wilderness alliance was the best choice.
The Tai Sui meteors were incredibly sturdy but ultimately hadn’t fully activated, and the Qilin’s self-sacrificing collision instantly blew a huge hole in the meteor cluster, frightening power stirred substance and atmosphere, dispersed the Tai Sui meteors that were falling straight toward the set target, some weren’t caught by the Sky Island, falling straight into the endless Void Abyss of the Great Wilderness, some fell into the evil demon’s dark clouds and got eroded, some were caught but couldn’t be immediately activated by the wilderness alliance, only a very few remained on trajectory.
Though in the next instant, this thunderous Qilin was penetrated and killed by the concentrated Divine Light Cannon fire, indeed an unyielding True Person Qilin could achieve such mutually damaging actions.
But this was merely the opening act, the war continued, countless thunder, light beams, fierce flames, and destruction spread through the sky and the earth, evil demons and cultivators’ military formations intertwined, grinding, splashing countless lives and blood into it.
In this place, even those with the deepest foresight would fall into complete fervent struggle, destroying others not to be destroyed, making other people shed blood so their loved ones won’t shed tears.
Only the dying and the dead could maintain some tranquility in this vast chaotic battlefield.
In a corner of the battlefield.
A deep pit.
Magma, fierce fire, melted steel dispersed, turning into scarlet iron rain, splashing everywhere across the world.
Scorching winds, corpses of evil demons, corpses of cultivators, broken armor, remnants of warships piled into a hill.
And right at the top of this hill, a sword was embedded atop the damaged bridge of a warship, and a charred figure tightly grasped this silver-blue long sword, eyes closed, seemingly about to die.
Resentment... reluctance... along with unbearable regret... thoughts drifted in the chaos, this one remaining bearer of a mysterious Sword Light, now lay at the edge of a battlefield filled with death, nearing his own end.
In front of him, ahead of his sword, lay a platinum-colored Tai Sui meteor.
The meteor that traversed the border of life and death was so immaculate, its flowing light causing the swordsman to open his eyes, drowsily gazing at the starlight ahead.
"Three Realms Alliance... why conceal this opportunity for Harmonization? Not taking it themselves, yet not letting others take it, this futile waiting... just like being possessed by demons..."
With bones and flesh turning to charcoal, holding on with one last breath, the sword cultivator’s heart started to reflect on the memories of his life — a world almost like a Demon Abyss, where Heavenly Demons were the true masters, most humans kept as pets, tools for enjoyment, materials for beast fights.
Through a sword technique capable of traversing the Great Void, generations of sword bearers led their people in this world filled with pain, despair, and madness, cutting through Heavenly Demon blockades, eventually connecting with strong figures from other worlds, bringing hope to themselves.
He was the new sword bearer, he sought to emulate his ancestors, to win a future for himself, for relatives still suffering on his homeland, for all compatriots still struggling and sobbing under Heavenly Demons, and the opportunity for Harmonization was a necessity."
But now... it seems, he has failed.
He is about to die.
Yet right at this moment, the dying swordsman heard a voice.
[Your homeland needs saving, so you need to destroy other people’s chance of salvation?]
It seemed that from within the Tai Sui meteor, a thought emerged, purely curious: [If saying that one must wait, wait until the right time, the true opportunity comes, would you in your eagerness use your sword to destroy the hope others have painfully waited for so long?]
Upon hearing this voice, sensing this thought, the dying swordsman instinctively raised his head.
Then he saw that platinum meteor, seemingly concentrating the Essence of all Tai Sui meteors, began to melt, deform, and then condense into... a majestic, sturdy Feathered Battle Armor, enshrouded in death and destruction, formed by countless catastrophes and resentment.
Without any pilot, the armor automatically began to operate, overlooking the swordsman, waiting for his answer.
"Perhaps... I might?"
After a moment of silence, the swordsman lowered his gaze, shaking his head in confusion: "A sword... is it not a weapon for seizing hope?"
— Destroying others’ hope just for one’s own... although this was what I thought before, now thinking back...
Isn’t this also a form of a demon?
Could it be...
I am wrong?
[Sword is to destroy evil demons, to seize the future from the end]
Facing the swordsman’s silence, the towering Taibai Battle Armor took a step forward, extending a hand to clasp the swordsman and his sword: [Seems you don’t know the answer to this question, lacking such resolve, even lacking the conviction of such dark Will...]
[Rest, sword bearer, rest in peace, the hope to save everyone, the sword that will destroy all evil demons, let me forge it]
In these words, the swordsman’s remains disintegrated, turning into smoke and dust.
And that silver-blue sword merged into the platinum armor, becoming a design.
Holding the sword pattern, the platinum armor inquired to the departing spirit: [Your name?]
"A sinner’s penitent, requires no name."
Before leaving, the spirit of the swordsman regained some clarity, he looked towards this mysterious armor, and couldn’t help but ask: "May I ask, your name..."
[I... have not remembered]
Asked by the departing spirit, the platinum armor fell silent for a while, seemingly unable to recall.
But now wasn’t the time to remember names.
Afar, the war continued, fierce bombardment, the platinum armor shook its head, the sword pattern in its hand flickered and transformed into a silver-blue long sword: [For now, disregard these trivial matters, the future has ample time for reflection, but now there are more pressing matters awaiting action]
[First, let these obnoxious evil demons all...]
[Be silent]
Before the words finished, he raised his sword, a resplendent Sword Light soared skyward, cleaving through demon hordes, shattering the gloom.
Whether evil demon, wilderness alliance, or Qilin, or external Heavenly Venerates’ fleets, all turned collectively, some with shock, others with astonishment, some solemnly gazed toward the site where the Sword Light surged.
The armor cleaved the dark clouds, soared to the skies.
