togophonebook Chapter 827 The Composure of the Pantheon of Salvation
Chapter 827 The Composure of the Pantheon of Salvation
Ye Lingtian did not turn around, nor did he say goodbye to anyone.
[He gazed one last time towards the direction of the world of pure hearts, towards that awakening figure. His eyes held no fear of death, only endless longing and a sense of entrustment.]
The next moment, Ye Lingtian slowly released the battle sword that had accompanied him throughout his life of battles.
The battle blade, having lost its support, plummeted heavily into the void, emitting a dull, mournful groan.
[Then, he made the last and greatest decision of his life.]
He offered up all the power within him, through the unbreakable bond of faith he shared with you, without reservation, completely and utterly sacrificing it all.
This power includes the realm beyond that of a transcendent being, gained by burning his very essence; the rules of slaughter, death, hope, and destiny he comprehended after slaying three transcendent beings; all the cultivation he accumulated over billions of years; and even his indomitable will as a war god.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no world-destroying light.
[A single, pure black and white beam of light shot upwards from Ye Lingtian's body, traversing billions of light-years, and precisely entered your body.]
[The moment the pillar of light dissipated, Ye Lingtian's figure transformed into countless particles of light, slowly dissipating into the crimson winds of the spirit realm.]
He left not even a trace of his soul behind; he dedicated everything he had to the Red Heart Society, which he had protected his entire life, and to the founder he had believed in his whole life.
[When this power, containing the essence of the God of War's life, surges into your body, your supreme divine power instantly surges.]
The already vast and boundless power has now become even more abundant and pure.
[You stand at an unprecedented height, with a broad perspective overlooking the universe, re-examining the ultimate rules within your body, formed by the fusion of three thousand rules.]
Under the blessing of Ye Lingtian's God of War will, the previously somewhat loose chains of rules began to rapidly intertwine, merge, and strengthen.
Killing and death share the same origin, hope and destiny coexist, stars and spirit complement each other; all the rules form a perfect closed loop within you, their connections becoming ever closer and more unbreakable.
[Your ultimate power has truly reached an unprecedented peak at this moment.]
You slowly raised your head, your gaze piercing through the endless void, looking towards the abyss at the edge of the universe.
There, the high-ranking members of the Red Heart Society are still engaged in a final, desperate struggle against the will of the abyss.
[The Heart Demon God, Star Demon God, and many other transcendent beings, leading countless True God battle groups, have pushed the Abyss Will to the brink of despair.]
However, you can clearly see that the aura surrounding the Heart Demon God is declining uncontrollably at an alarming rate.
[Back then, to stop the will of the abyss from interfering in the war of the spirit world, he resolutely burned everything within himself, breaking through to the third step of the Transcendent realm.]
Now, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, and his life has long since come to an end.
He's been able to hold on until now entirely because of his indomitable will.
His time is running out.
Without the slightest hesitation, you raised your right hand and struck out with your palm towards the abyss.
This palm strike was devoid of any fancy moves or earth-shattering force.
[It was merely a faint crimson palm print, tearing through space and time, instantly appearing above the abyss.] [The next moment, the palm print crashed down.]
The Abyss's frantic counterattack was abruptly disrupted.
The Abyss Domain, which He had painstakingly developed and which covered most of the abyss, shattered like glass under this single palm strike, completely disintegrating.
The will of the abyss let out a painful roar. Its origin had suffered an unprecedented blow, forcing it to retreat back into the core of the abyss, never daring to show itself again.
Although your distraction this time gave the spirit realm's will, which was already on the verge of collapse, a brief respite.
But you don't care. Faced with your current overwhelming fighting power, this brief respite is utterly useless.
The fall of the spirit world was an inevitable outcome, only a matter of time.
[But your palm strike bought the Heart Demon God precious time to recuperate, and laid a solid foundation for the Crimson Heart Society to completely eliminate the threat from the Abyss.]
[In March of the Extraordinary Calendar 658214, you finally completed all your preparations.]
[You have pushed the ultimate power within you to its limit, ushering in the final, ultimate sublimation of your life.]
The crimson divine light illuminated the entire universe.
[You transformed into a streak of light piercing through heaven and earth, launching a final, relentless attack on the core of the spirit realm in the most ferocious and unreasonable manner.]
Wherever you passed, the defenses of the spirit realm, built up over countless epochs, crumbled instantly, like paper.
Any remaining true gods from the spirit world who attempt to obstruct you will be instantly reduced to ashes under the illumination of the supreme divine light.
In just three days and three nights, you destroyed the entire defense system of the Spirit Realm, annihilated all the stubborn true gods within the Spirit Realm, and completely seized control of the situation.
[After that, without pausing, you went straight into the deepest part of the spirit realm and began frantically plundering all the remaining primal power of the spirit realm.]
These primordial elements, containing the essence of the universe's beginning, are not only the resources for your final ascent to the pinnacle, but also the cornerstone for the Red Heart Society's development over the next million years.
Just as the entire spirit world was gripped by apocalyptic panic, in a remote corner of the spirit world continent, at the headquarters of the Pantheon of Redemption, the atmosphere was unusually eerie.
As the last large church in the spirit world still operating openly, the followers of the Pantheon of Salvation are currently gripped by unprecedented fear.
Although they were merely high-level transcendents, insignificant as ants before a true god, they could still clearly feel the violent tremors of the entire spirit world, and sense the despairing aura emanating from the depths of their souls, a despair on the verge of collapse.
The sense of collapse and despair unique to the apocalyptic stage weighed heavily on the hearts of every believer, like a boulder.
During this period, a large number of believers have been unable to withstand the immense pressure and have chosen to leave the Pantheon of Salvation.
After all, with the fall of the gods of the spirit world, all other churches in the spirit world had long since scattered like birds and beasts.
[They either migrate as a whole religion to the depths of the void for refuge, or they leave the spirit world and eke out a living in those remote, ordinary worlds.]
Only the Pantheon of Salvation maintains an indifferent attitude.
This made them very uneasy. (End of Chapter)