Superhumans of the Dome City

Chapter 1498: Chapter 57: Everyone Becomes a Dragon (Part 3)

The rain of shards halted instantly, countless fragments of the world suspended in the air, the inner battlefield shaken by this strike. The essence of the Invisible Power is the most destructive authority among all Kings, belonging solely to the Silent King, a mighty force that shakes the world—

"Telekinesis!"

It was the ability Gongsun Ce was most familiar with, even King Pingdeng could not compare to him in the control of Telekinesis. In a contest of similar powers, victory would inevitably be his, yet he saw through the King’s trap.

For King Pingdeng, victory and defeat were the same; victors and losers were treated equally in his eyes. To achieve true victory, one must break that mad ideology, shattering the eternal principles of the past era.

Thoughts flowed amidst indescribable cycles of life and death, Gongsun Ce also reached forward. His movements and demeanor mirrored King Pingdeng’s, like a reflection in a changing colored mirror. The fifth Heavenly Demon’s Arm merged with Gongsun Ce, holding a pure white longsword. The form of the Pure Light Heavenly Star Divine Sword vanished, transforming into a formless pure white substance.

The white substance, primordial reality not yet shaped, possessed infinite possibilities due to its lack of a fixed form. The white substance surged in the astonished gaze of King Pingdeng, danced wildly amidst Gongsun Ce’s laughter, entangling with Telekinesis, forming a vortex of colorless and formless chaos, consolidating into the contradiction spear of destruction and reformation.

"—Ephemeral Spiral!"

In an instant, the spiral’s existence rapidly expanded, the power of mortals and Kings simultaneously erupting. The opposing poles of water and fire spread across the inner battlefield, causing the shards of the world to chaotically whirl around.

The clash of their forces occurred.

Between the indescribable concepts, the ultimate "contradiction" emerged. The sharp spear of contradiction pierced the perfect world, creating a "breakthrough" in the once seamless cycle accomplished by both sides jointly.

In just that moment, the eternal principles of the Desolate Fighting God’s cycle were shaken. In just that moment, the fantasy of King Pingdeng was moved by mortals.

The Heavenly Demon wildly laughed and danced in the void, merging with the last arm and its true form. At this moment, the apocalypse dance declared its end, the Great Freedom Heaven accomplished its final feat, marking the end of the cycle, the ancient apocalypse.

And at the end of all things, when everything is annihilated, the Destructive God, having completed its mission, will reveal a new face. It is the end and the beginning; it is the Heavenly Demon that destroys worlds and the deity that creates new realms!

"Destruction and creation are two sides of the same coin, the silence of the apocalypse being the genesis song of the new world.

With the sacrifice of the divine self, fulfill the mortal wishes, may the moments of time rotate through trillions of shards...

The ordinary world sung by all beings, reborn again!"

The words carrying his heart, fulfill the Imperial Decree of the God of Destruction. Gongsun Ce raised the Divine Power Mallet high, the end of the Vajra Pestle produced a green-bladed knife, transforming into the Thousand Realm Blade creating the world.

The Thousand Realm Blade emitted a sonorous sound, the clashing of blades resonating among the shards. Billions of shards spiraled around, forming a vortex of chaos around the green longsword. This was the cold ruin of the old era, and the foundation of a brand new world.

Gongsun Ce gripped the longsword tightly and slashed. This cut broke the cycle of Desolate Fighting, settling disputes among all realms. When the blade’s light faded, there was no more torrential rain, and no division between inside and outside. The endless battles ceased, the once mad beings awakened again, those who perished, sunk, and were driven mad in the false cycle returned to their original state.

Underneath the azure dome, people looked up at the mortals and Kings above the sky. Their eyes regained clarity, their hearts once again embraced reason.

The undeniably real world, reborn through the will of mortals.

The cycle is singular, the realms reconfigured!