Chapter 705: Chapter 699: Ultimate Bloom · Shattering the True Spirit
The vacuum spirits died one after another.
At the same time, Zhu Ding also descended beside Ma Ran.
He looked at the place where Xilin died and coldly mocked, "Arrogant, ignorant fool, his existence is like a clown to me."
"Among the Divine Court’s seven Controllers, they are the pinnacle of all heavens and myriads of worlds, invincible even across the endless planes."
"Talking about transcending... "
"How foolish that is!"
"However, I can somewhat understand it."
"A life of ignorance and cowardice is his destined fate."
Ma Ran only agreed with part of Zhu Ding’s words.
The Supreme Ruler is indeed ruthless enough.
The title "Upper Rank Gods" is really deceptive. No matter what others think, at least in Ma Ran’s perception, these three words sound like shorthand for "some unknown minor lackey."
This term is unworthy of the seven Controllers of the Divine Court.
Only after actually coming into contact can one deeply appreciate how immense their power is—they are like the favorite offspring of countless cosmos and planes’ collective will, opposing them is akin to opposing the endless planes.
Even now, although Ma Ran believes he has the power to suppress any one of the Divine Court’s seven Controllers in a one-on-one fight, he still lacks the confidence to kill them completely.
A moment’s carelessness, and they could escape.
As for the pessimistic rhetoric of "destined fate," Ma Ran absolutely refuses to concur.
Then, Zhu Ding lifts his head, indifferently glancing at Ma Ran.
Only at this moment did his visage and form finally coalesce.
Previously, Zhu Ding appeared as a humanoid life form sketched out by a transparent line, yet no one found it odd.
Now he stood bizarrely tall, about three meters high; if not for the special environment they were in, Ma Ran would likely have to look up or float to meet his gaze directly.
Zhu Ding’s attire was the closest to the ancient Chinese style among the Divine Court’s seven Controllers, a long robe with wide sleeves, though the color was too vibrant, red like the blood flowing through an artery, adorned with what looked like alchemy vessels.
Aside from his initial taunts and disdain for Xilin, Zhu Ding always wore a cold expression on his face.
He maintained this demeanor, his gaze anchored on Ma Ran, and spoke with certainty, "You already know, my title is ’Supreme of Destiny.’
"In front of these eyes of mine, all fate lines are predetermined."
"This ’all’ naturally includes you and the Earth Civilization you care for."
Saying this, Zhu Ding’s gaze swept past Ma Ran, landing on the distant Earth, as if looking at a delicate and fragile glassware or an art piece with fatal flaws and imperfections, with a touch of regret in his tone.
"Earth Civilization, magnificent, resplendent, with limitless potential for development, even nurturing someone like you who draws the Supreme Ruler’s attention."
"Were it not a Demon Nest, destined for destruction, I wouldn’t be willing to destroy it."
Zhu Ding shook his head and looked back at Ma Ran: "I perform a righteous act, yet harbor no righteous heart."
"Destroying the Demon Nest is not for all the cosmos’ civilizations, creatures, love, hope, and light, nor purely to prevent the revival of the end."
"Destroying all Demon Nests is merely to sever the fate connection with this cosmos and head to broader worlds, personally witnessing how much splendor and mystery the endless planes hold."
Zhu Ding said nonchalantly: "You may not know, in my long lifetime, I have encountered some visitors from the Outer Universe."
"Those so-called Divine Kings, Divine Emperors, even individuals hailed as Creator God, World Destruction God wielding respective powers."
"Those individuals, in terms of status, realm, and strength, without exception, are so weak now it makes me want to laugh..."
"Now, I can easily destroy a large host of so-called Divine Emperors, easier than an Earthling squashing an ant."
"However..."
"I cannot leave this cosmos."
"I am confined to this world."
"Those extremely weak and unbearable individuals could become overlords of a cosmos, a plane, yet I, billions of times stronger than them, can only be one-seventh of the Divine Court."
"That is what I cannot tolerate."
Zhu Ding made no effort to hide his ambition and objective.
He was different from the deities like the Golden Domain, Lan Xi, and Chi Xiao with whom Ma Ran had contact before.
In saying these words, Zhu Ding’s tone was quite subtle, as if telling Ma Ran this, revealing these informations, was granted as a gigantic boon, his demeanor full of detached, lofty superiority, making Ma Ran notably uncomfortable.
Zhu Ding raised his hand as if virtually grasping the distant blue planet, as if with a bit of force, he could utterly crush it.
His gaze harbored some untamable ferocity and rage from being denied a wish, and in his words, a shred of cruelty: "Now, are you ready to face the extinction of yourself and Earth’s civilization?"
Ma Ran looked up at Zhu Ding, his wrist slightly trembling, and a sound of a blade being unsheathed echoed around.
Clang!
"If there’s nothing to discuss, then there’s no need to discuss!"
"Come, speak with your skills!"
With that, Ma Ran rose with the blade in hand, shadows and flames entwining around him, his form flickering.
Swish! Swish! Swish!...
As if in a mere instant, or perhaps after a considerably long time, countless blade glows fell upon Zhu Ding, forming crescent-shaped sword marks.
Within these sword marks seemed to house many pinnacle forces of the Extraordinary Sequence.
Reflected among them were pitch-black flames containing the power of the future, ice-blue sword auras annihilating all concepts, time-consuming Karma Fire Red Lotus...
Pft!
Blood splattered everywhere.
In an instant, endless fissures appeared on Zhu Ding’s luxurious, ancient-style robes, blood droplets seeping through, transforming into transparent threads weaving around him.
Yet, not a trace of pain marred his face; instead, his eyes bore a hint of amusement.
In an instant, these transparent threads returned to his body, replenishing the lost blood, while the lavish blood-red robes restored themselves anew, pristine and crisp.
"To have wounded me, you can be proud."
The corners of Zhu Ding’s lips curled up slightly, a sinister smile appearing on his face: "This is the most radiant outburst of your life."
"And also, your final outburst!"
"Next..."
He flicked a finger, aiming it at Ma Ran, his voice ethereal and resonating, as if echoing with the entire cosmos, issuing a death sentence to Ma Ran: "With the Power of Destiny, shatter thy True Spirit!"
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