Chapter 1527: Chapter 170: 9 Divine Thunders of the Sky God_2
When the three Red Robe Priests just began to wield the Light of Reincarnation, Ah Dai had already concluded the silver whirlwind around his body, successfully diverting the onslaught of Divine Judgment. His heart was filled with elation, and seizing this moment to breathe, he hurriedly urged the True Qi within him to repair his damaged meridians. Watching the three Red Robe Priests start to chant a complex and lengthy spell, Ah Dai knew that the next attack would be unprecedentedly powerful. If he took this opportunity to use Gryllus’s Wish for Instant Teleportation, there was a great chance he could assassinate one of the three Red Robe Priests. However, Ah Dai did not do so. When he soared into the sky earlier, he had already decided that, in front of so many people, he would defeat the three Red Robe Priests with dignity. As the direct disciple of the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang, an heir to the Sword Saint, it was his noblest choice to stand in the light. Therefore, he did not use Gryllus’s Wish, nor would he use the Sword of Hades. When the priests began their spell, Ah Dai took a deep breath and lightly waved a palm with his left hand, sending forth a sheet of silver energy. His right hand traced a semicircle on his chest and pushed it out slowly. The silver light suddenly shone brilliantly, releasing dazzling brilliance and echoing with thunderous roars. A silver lumisphere, containing all of Ah Dai’s transformed solid state energy, slowly floated out. As the sheet and the lumisphere touched each other, causing intense friction, a thunderclap resounded in the sky. The enormous booming sound drew everyone’s attention, and the chill in Ah Dai’s eyes was like two shining icy stars, so distinct in the air. An unparalleled aura of dominance burst forth, and under the effect of all his energy, the deafening roar relentlessly assaulted the hearing of everyone present. Ah Dai suddenly lifted his head, stretched out his arms, and his black hair danced in the wind. He chanted loudly, "Life — Transformation — Thunder — Clash —" Ah Dai’s entire body, wrapped in a layer of massive silver energy, continuously absorbed the ambient energy from the air. Unexpectedly, amidst the intense friction from the transformed sheet and lumisphere, it didn’t summon the expected celestial phenomenon. Instead, the booming sounds, akin to thunder, continuously emanated from Ah Dai as the center. The light in his eyes brightened as if he had realized something, revealing a determined expression on his face.
Seeing the magic cast by Xuan Ye and the others, Xuan Yue cried out in shock, "Ah! This is the Light of Reincarnation, it cannot be, it cannot be!" Her eyes betrayed a deep sense of terror. As one of the Red Robe Priests of the church, she knew this magic all too well. Since the foundation of the church, the Light of Reincarnation had only been used three times, and each time the results could only be described as catastrophic. If four Red Robe Priests combined their powers, they wouldn’t need any instruments. Now the Light of Reincarnation used by Xuan Ye and the other two, even enhanced by Wrath of the Gods, unleashed its due might. Xuan Yue knew clearly that in the face of this magic, not even the Pope might withstand it, let alone herself, who had no chance of winning. How could Ah Dai manage in his injured state? Hastily, she used her spiritual power to transmit a message to Ah Dai, "Quickly, give up resisting. This is the Light of Reincarnation, with the power of a Forbidden Curse. Quickly use all your energy to activate the Ring of Guardian and unleash Absolute Defense. Only then can you withstand it; half an hour is almost up. If you can endure this attack, it should be possible to make it through."
In mid-air, Ah Dai gazed deeply at Xuan Yue, and the affectionate look in his eyes made her heart tremble. His voice echoed in her ears, "Yue Yue, I love you, I have always loved you. Absolute Defense can indeed withstand the attack from your father and them, but at this point, I cannot retreat. Forgive me, as the heir of the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang, I must bravely face the challenge. Before coming here, I vowed that no matter what I faced, I would never back down. Believe in me, I can do it. Yue Yue, I — love — you —"
Xuan Yue couldn’t care about her discomposure and cried out sorrowfully with tears streaming down her face, "No! Ah Dai, don’t—" But at this point, nothing could change the events about to unfold.
As Xuan Ye and the other two continued their chanting, the Wrath of the Gods quivered violently, and the bluish glow of the Light of Reincarnation gradually condensed into a light cluster, signaling the imminent explosion.
In the sky, Ah Dai seemed not to hear Xuan Yue’s cries and closed his eyes. The two streams of energy, one light and the other heavy in front of him, still rubbed fiercely against each other. The original pale silver color gradually turned into silver-gray. Without Ah Dai deliberately urging it, it slowly floated upwards. Ah Dai clearly felt that his essence, energy, and spirit rose to an unprecedented peak, a sensation he had never experienced before, as if he had entered another realm. It was at this moment that changes suddenly occurred in the sky. The once-clear sky darkened.
Xi Wen and the other disciples of the Tian Gang Sword Sect watched the airborne Ah Dai anxiously. They all knew that Ah Dai was about to unleash the Heavenly Thunder Clash, but no one knew if this Heavenly Thunder Clash could contend with the energy fused by the three Red Robe Priests and the Divine Artifact. The sky darkened, and Xi Wen felt a surge of joy in his heart. He knew that the Heavenly Thunder Clash was about to be activated, but the scene before him left him astonished with his mouth agape. There were no dark clouds appearing with the darkening sky, and the sunlight in the sky seemed less glaring. Spots of seven-colored light appeared above Ah Dai, very suddenly, and condensed with incredible speed. In an instant, they formed a large patch of seven-colored light cloud. Xi Wen was bewildered; such a scenario had never been mentioned in the handwritten notes left by the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang. He had no idea what was happening. Perplexed, he wondered, could this not be the Heavenly Thunder Clash? Indeed, this was beyond what the Heavenly Thunder Clash could achieve. The seven-colored light cloud called forth by Ah Dai under these unique circumstances had already surpassed human comprehension.
