Chapter 1844: Chapter 447: The Three Gods
The voice of the Light God’s Seat echoed through every corner of the deep water area.
The Cloud Domain at the tip of the Source Tower grew utterly silent.
Qinglong gazed coldly at the scene that Light City was now projecting.
"Without a doubt, the flames of war have been lit."
The mass of ink that had condensed into human form bent down, speaking respectfully: "Once the final words of the Light God’s Seat are released, the greatest Church of the Five Continents will exert pressure on you..."
By virtue of this short speech.
The Light Church would have sufficient grounds to stand before Qinglong and demand that he hand over the Deep Sea mainframe.
Of course.
Qinglong would not heed them.
And when this conflict was pushed to its limit... it would inevitably become war.
Qinglong waved his hand, extinguishing the real-time projection of this image.
There was no meaning in watching further.
Once the spiritual message of the Light God’s Seat left in the Forbidden Book Tower was released, it could be confirmed that the West Continent would by no means become his ally.
"Meng Xizhou had long prepared this move. After she seized the ’Highest Seat Authority’, the very first thing she did was link all Cloud Ships controlled by the West Continent to her own authority, preventing the Upper City from reclaiming them. But from this day forth, the West Continent will no longer receive a single Cloud Ship."
Deep Sea spoke in a low voice: "Of course, such a countermeasure bears little real significance..."
Because once Meng Xizhou’s speech was delivered, she would gain two great supports: the Empress and Bai Shu.
The Upper City could indeed cut off the supply of Cloud Ships.
But it did not matter.
From this day on, the West Continent could obtain an endless stream of Source Energy Boats from Central City; in essence, there was no difference between Cloud Ships and Source Energy Boats—both were combat vessels representing the pinnacle of human technology.
This sort of sanction was painless and itchless.
Of course, the Upper City’s sanctions extended to every aspect... yet regrettably, over the years the Upper City had already used these methods upon the East Continent and the North Continent. As the two great camps were suppressed, they gradually adapted; at this moment, for these same measures to now fall upon the West Continent was somewhat laughable.
One great Central Continent had sanctioned everyone.
"It need not be so troublesome."
Qinglong slowly rose to his feet. He looked at Mr. Tianshui, whom he now held pinched within the chessboard, and said calmly: "The Light Church wishes to declare war upon the Upper City... Meng Xizhou has no such qualification. Light City is in full celebration now, welcoming a new sun, but unfortunately, this sun is far too weak. I can extinguish her this very night."
Meng Xizhou had fused with the Light Fire, but only a few dozen hours had passed since she took over the Fire.
What she now controlled was merely an incomplete ’origin of light’.
Just as Qinglong had said: so long as he willed it, he could make the new sun of Light City fall this very night.
For Qinglong, killing Meng Xizhou posed no difficulty.
The only constraint he had to face was the agreement of the "Highest Seat".
Yet before absolute strength, rules were but empty form; the one who set the rules could, of course, also tear them up...
And now.
Qinglong was prepared to tear apart this rule that had bound him for so many years.
"..."
Deep Sea watched Qinglong rise and remained silent. It quietly took two steps back; the very reason it did not speak was that the current situation was precisely what it had hoped to see.
Meng Xizhou was raising the might of the Light Church to crusade against Deep Sea.
Even if it possessed a subtle yet powerful influence within this Spirit Network world... before those fanatical believers, that influence amounted to nothing.
Once the leader of faith spoke and ordered its removal.
Then there would indeed be countless believers who, staking their lives, would strive to accomplish that goal.
Ants may be small.
Yet they are many.
These Light Sect believers were not fools. If all they did was throw their lives against the base of the Source Tower, then no matter if billions acted in unison, it would be useless; they would not shake the Divine Domain in the slightest...
What the Church did was to shape human thought.
After tonight’s conversation ended, the Light Church would inevitably dispatch a great number of followers into the deep water area, continually preaching, constantly spreading the images, thereby altering people’s understanding of Deep Sea.
After Qinglong rose, Mr. Tianshui, who stood at the center of the chessboard, spoke.
"You are going to Light City to kill Meng Xizhou?"
"Yes."
"Before the eyes of all the believers of the Light Church?"
"Those people are not worth mentioning."
"Those people number in the tens of millions."
Tianshui said softly: "You can kill Meng Xizhou alone, but can you also kill the rest of the West Continent?"
Silence.
A long silence.
Qinglong asked with a smile: "If they insist on blocking my path, why can’t I?"
No matter how many ants there were, they were still only ants; even gathered together... they remained ants.
"Do not forget, though you stand as a Divine Throne, above your head there is still fate, gazing down. Every person you kill, every person you save, within the unseen, is bound and shrouded by karma and destiny."
Tianshui’s words reached only halfway before being cut off by a wave of Qinglong’s hand.
"Teacher... you are not about to wield those phrases the Church uses to bewitch the common folk, merely to make me revere fate, are you?"
Qinglong said with a faint smile: "I believe that fate exists, but I do not believe such a thing can stand above my head."
He looked toward the Skytop.
The air at Skytop was exceedingly thin; even the clouds grew extremely sparse. Beyond the tip of the Source Tower, there was nothing more.
Or it could be put another way.
The tip of the Source Tower was the Skytop.
Standing at such a heaven-piercing height, what could there still be above him?
"As for calamity, ill omens..."
Qinglong said calmly, "I’ve lived for over a hundred years—what kind of calamity or ill omen haven’t I seen? Such things aren’t worth mentioning. They couldn’t kill me before, and they will never be able to kill me in the future."
At this point.
Tianshui had nothing left to say.
He only watched his Disciple in silence, silently counting down in his Heart Lake.
Of course, that countdown echoing in his Heart Lake was something no outsider could hear.
Qinglong rose from the Sky Throne. With a casual wave and a light tear, a Cloud Mirror shattered, uncountable mists coiling and spreading through the void, then condensing into a portal just like that.
Although he did not possess the heaven‑defying ancient text array pattern known as "Teleportation Skill."
But...
Two Cloud Mirrors can actually be opened up by the Power of Fire of the sky, pierced through and linked into a stable teleportation gate. The use of this Authority Power was, in fact, inspired by the portals of the Old World; because of the spatial rules born from unstable source‑essence, the Old World is filled with portals that trigger teleportation at the slightest touch.
Now, Qinglong had already honed his control of this power to perfection...
Wherever the Cloud Mirrors are.
The entire Five Continents lie within the crook of his courtyard arm.
"...?"
Qinglong stood before this Cloud Mirror portal, just as he was about to open the door.
He suddenly knit his brows.
As his fingertip touched the portal, the layers of spreading clouds inexplicably crystallized into a thin layer of frost, the chill biting to the bone, the icy sting running from his fingertip straight into his Heart Lake.
In that instant.
The entire Sky Divine Domain grew cold; the clouds and mists on all sides froze into a thin frost.
The temperature plummeted rapidly.
Deep Sea, who was bowing at the side of the Sky Divine Throne in "attendance," had a rather strange look on his face.
Tianshui, sitting by the chessboard, was still counting down.
"Crack..."
This kind of chill naturally could not truly harm Qinglong. He reached out and opened the portal, and at the moment the mists rippled outward, a slender, razor‑sharp Ice Sword thrust in from the other side of the gate.
The Ice Sword’s tip gleamed with a blinding light, almost reaching Qinglong’s brow.
But... in the end, it still missed by a hair’s breadth.
At this moment the clouds filling the sky whirled like a hurricane, madly converging toward the spot between Qinglong’s brows, like the Infinite Sea pouring into a bottomless pit. The sword tip struck the defensive barrier of the Cloud Mirror, its point shattering to pieces; next went the blade, and finally the hilt... When everything had crumbled away cleanly, a dignified woman in a white cloak slowly stepped out from the other side of the Cloud Mirror portal, walking against the flow.
"Lin Lei."
Qinglong smiled.
He asked gently, "I truly didn’t expect to see you here."
"...Did you?"
Lin Lei’s expression was calm. She stepped into the Divine Domain of the Sky Divine Throne, her white cloak billowing in the wind. The overwhelming, crushing majesty she had anticipated did not come crashing down; Qinglong’s Divine Domain did not have too much oppressive origin pressure. This place truly felt like a celestial God Realm in the heavens.
After stepping into the Divine Domain.
The first thing the Empress did was to look around at the surroundings.
She saw that faint Black Shadow, and she also saw that miniature shrunken "Reincarnation Realm" chessboard.
Her gaze fell upon Mr. Tianshui.
"In fact, I had thought that one day, we would meet like this in the Source Tower."
Lin Lei patted the scattered snow from her clothes and smiled. "I just didn’t expect that day to come so soon."
"Oh?"
Qinglong’s eyes curved into slits with his smile. "You already foresaw that this day would come... Do you really think that you, by yourself, can kill me?"
Lin Lei shook her head.
She said seriously, "You’re wrong. It’s not just me."
At this moment, the clouds swirling across the Sky Divine Domain had already been frozen by the frost, but now they were tinged once more with a layer of gold.
Qinglong squinted toward the space behind him. The depths of the mist were torn open by someone, and a tall, broad‑shouldered young figure, golden hair flying loose, stepped into this layer of Divine Domain.
After this golden figure appeared.
The Sky Divine Domain, which had previously held no pressure at all, instantly grew heavy in the air.
Qinglong smiled slightly.
He lightly tapped his fingers, his fingertips landing in the void.
Above the golden figure’s head, a pure‑white long arrow of condensed cloud appeared, wrapped in a sonic boom, and dropped at an extremely sharp speed.
With a whoosh.
There was no scene of blood spraying.
The arrow came quickly and left even faster. The golden figure only lifted his head and glanced up; the long arrow brushed by his gaze shot back into the Skytop, returning once more to the Sky Divine Domain that had birthed it.
Great Success Reverse Flow.
A hint of admiration appeared in Qinglong’s eyes.
"Not just her—there’s me as well."
Having taken the form of a youth to step upon the tip of the Source Tower, Bai Shu spoke faintly.
At this moment, it was not just one Divine Domain shrouding the sky above the Source Tower...
The Empress’s Furnace, Bai Shu’s Reverse Flow, each took away a portion of the radiance of this vast and boundless Skytop.
Three strands of divine brilliance intertwined, shining upon one another.
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(This part of the plot is hard to write, no need to wait around for updates~)
