Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1037 The Golden Tyrant Who Brings Despair!
In the instant that strike landed, the Cloud King's divinity was engulfed by the incinerated light.

The golden blade sliced ​​through the air from top to bottom with almost no resistance. The god known as the King of Clouds didn't even have time to react with divine energy fluctuations before his chest was ignited by psionic flames, his crown shattered, and divine light surged from between his broken bones and runes, like a fluid soul being ripped out.

The next second, all the light and information, the echoes of prayer, and the collapsed channels of faith were captured by [Abelio's Sword].

Dense chains of runes appeared on the blade; these symbols were not burning, but calculating.

Golden flames flowed upwards along the sword's blade, generating fluid light streams between each runic node. These were traces of the reconstruction of divine information, signs that the root of the plane was being reorganized.

The Cloud King's chest collapsed, and his blood and divinity condensed into mist-like particles in the air, but his divine essence was being stripped away bit by bit by the sword with almost cruel efficiency amidst painful spasms.

That's a kind of—[information formatting].

"Om-"

The frequency of the sword's vibrations suddenly increased, as if some massive system was activating. The light in the flames transformed into a data stream, drawing into the sword's spine. Then, a string of cold, mechanical, almost divinely perfect characters unfolded in the void—

[System in progress...]

[Target: The deceased divine entity—King of Clouds (Native Crown)]

[Analyzing the structure...]

[Extracting Valid Divine Authority: Clouds - Elements, Wind - Faith, Meteorological Logic]

[Filtering out invalid prayer chains]

[Remove impurities - Done]

[Start building genealogy branch nodes]

[New Module Established: Authoritarian Module - Mythology]

Current performance metrics: One trillion ether floating-point operations per second

[Module Description: Capable of driving crown-level authority logic; can be connected to the Ethereum main chain; can handle one mythological calculation]

[Synchronized update of the main drive: Abelio's Sword - Abraham node]

[Permissions Overview]

[True Name Domain: Crown of Thorns (Confirmed)]

[Authoritarian Realm: The Key to the End (Confirmed)]

[National Territory: Constancy (Triple National Territory Complex - Confirmation)]

[Intrinsic Domain: The Day of Ending (Confirmed)]

[Data calibration complete]

[Main chain update complete, genealogy online.]

At this moment, the sword is no longer just a weapon. It is like a breathing intelligent host, a "server" powered by divinity.

Xia Xiu could clearly feel that the four intelligent connection points were responding simultaneously within his body.

The Real Name Domain is responsible for identity signing and permission allocation, the Authoritarian Domain is responsible for calling laws and execution ports, the Nation Domain is the structured carrier of the real-world level, and the Intrinsic Domain is the core of his soul—"Hugh Abraham".

Now, [Sword of Abelio] has linked these four domains together on a golden information chain, forming a completely self-consistent computational system.

As the golden flames gathered in his palm, the sword's breathing rhythm overlapped with his heartbeat.

--boom.

The aftershocks of psionic energy swept through the canyon. The air rippled under the vibrations of the sword's edge, space was distorted by the heat, and the rock layers of the mountain seemed to be rewritten by an invisible program, updating synchronously from the granular structure to the atomic level.

Xia Xiu slightly raised his head, gazing at the sky shrouded in the remnants of the storm. The rules of the wind were being redefined; it was no longer the wind of Abelio, but the wind of the horizon.

In the instant the Cloud King's divinity completely collapsed, the will that once belonged to "Wind" was extracted, disassembled, and folded, and finally rewritten by this sword in a new format.

That is the act of devouring gods.

Xia Xiu lowered his eyes, watching the new module gradually emerge on the sword. It was a band of light, like an electrical circuit, slowly spreading across the metal surface.

It is not decoration, but a growing computational structure.

Sword's computing power is growing at a visible rate, from tens of billions, hundreds of billions, and even trillions of ether floating-point operations per second.

This [Sword of Abelio] is itself a natural 'domain name architecture', or in layman's terms, it is a genealogy server.

Just now, after he used [Psionic Flame - True Death] to completely kill the Cloud King, a new module appeared on him (Trillion Ether Floating-Point Operations per Second - Authoritarian Module - Myth).

This module, through the link of the [Emperor Engine], feeds back into his solar projection in the ether.

In other words, as long as he uses this sword to kill more divine beings, he will gradually grow stronger, and those he kills will serve as fuel to continuously enhance his power.

"As long as... a few more divine beings are killed."

Flames ignited beside him, seemingly obeying their master's will.

The Sword of Abelio trembled slightly, as if in response to a great war yet to begin.

"No, killing a few is not enough. If we can use this sword to kill all the god-like beings of faith in all the myriad worlds... and let it iterate continuously, the efficiency of the Emperor Engine will become higher and higher."

He chuckled softly, a chuckle devoid of warmth, only pure madness woven from data and order.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on the battlefield ahead—where the Thunder King's chest heaved, and the Rain King's divinity still struggled.

Those golden eyes, reflecting the firelight, seemed like a fusion of god and machine, carrying an irresistible hunting intent.

He no longer considered them enemies.

Rather, it's resources.

The burning golden sword was slowly raised, flames carrying billions of ether computing chains that twisted in the air.

Xia Xiu looked down at the two remaining deities, his voice low and deep, like an echo falling from the depths of the heavens:

"The next iteration—will start with you."

The King of Thunder and the King of Rain staggered backward.

The aftershocks of the Cloud King's obliteration still lingered in the air, and the aura of psionic flames slowly spread around them—it wasn't just death, but a complete erasure, along with his divinity, faith network, and domain imprint.

The King of Rain's lips trembled slightly, his voice hoarse with fear.

"Did you see that...?"

He breathed with difficulty, his voice sounding like a suppressed scream deep in his chest.

“He killed the Cloud King… but we didn’t sense any fluctuations of divine rebirth.”

The Thunder King's pupils contracted sharply. It was a natural law known to all crowned beings—the collapse of any divine body would cause the divine remains to return to the plane and be absorbed back into the world. But now… there was only emptiness in the air.

“That sword—” the Thunder King’s voice was low, filled with trembling anger and fear, “that is not the sword of salvation at all!”

He raised his head, gazing at the burning golden greatsword in Xia Xiu's hand, his voice becoming hoarse and shrill:
"That's a demonic sword!"

"Abelio gave birth not to salvation, but to calamity..."

He took a step back, his expression almost ferocious, his voice tearing through the roar of the storm:
"It will bring bloodshed! It will devour divine essence, annihilate the gods, and plunge the seventeen outer planes into a torrent of destruction!"

"That sword—falling into the hands of the Lord of the Horizon, the Golden Tyrant—will only bring disaster to all the heavens and myriad worlds!"

The two exchanged a brief glance.

Lightning flashed and rain and mist rippled between them, and the air froze with fear.

The next second, they turned around almost simultaneously and sped off in the opposite direction.

They fled in different directions.

Like a wild beast cornered by a hunter, it can only gamble on a chance of survival based on its most primal instincts.

But the giant golden shadow did not move immediately. Xia Xiu simply raised his head slowly, his golden eyes flashing with cold light.

"escape?"

"You are my precious torch, I can't let you escape."

--boom.

Behind him, three golden halos erupted simultaneously.

The light was as dazzling as collapsing stars, and even the texture of space was etched with cracks by the high-frequency light flow.

[Crown Realm: Frame Rate World - Now Available!]

In an instant, all the colors of the entire Rift Valley faded, and the world turned gray and white.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, even the lightning seemed to freeze in the air. All sound was silenced, leaving only the echo of that giant standing outside of time.

In Xia Xiu's vision, the world transformed into a giant band of light.

It is a real timeline composed of countless tiny frames, each frame flashing with the possibilities of the future.

He could see—the step the Thunder King was taking; the moment the Rain King unleashed his power; the angle at which the wind blew through their hair; even the trajectory of every stone falling in their escape route.

Every frame is an editable reality. In the past, his [Frame World] only allowed for "editing" or "deleting," but now, with the new [Miracle Wedge: Abelio's Sword] in his hand, the limits of his domain have been redefined.

He can now rewind.

"start."

A program-like flow of light flashed in his golden eyes.

The world's frame rate began to reverse. Time rolled back, space folded in layers, raindrops flew backward into the sky, and lightning re-coalesced from its disintegrating trajectory. The two fleeing figures were swept backward by the stream of light.

Their bodies blurred and rewound repeatedly in the reverse flow of time, until—they returned to that moment.

Their feet touched the ground again. The wind had stopped. The smell of fear still lingered in the air.

Everything went back to the moment before the rewind, but they didn't understand what had happened.

The King of Rain's breath hitched. Before he could turn around, he saw the enormous golden figure already in front of him.

Xia Xiu's body rose like the blazing sun, golden flames cascading from his shoulders, illuminating the entire canyon. His eyes seemed to see right through to the soul.

The King of Rain instinctively raised his hand, attempting to invoke the power of water to construct a defense, but the space trembled in his palm, and a shadow unfolded before him.

—That's Vasak.

The bony crown slowly rose, and two points of deep purple light burned in the darkness.

The incarnation is merely raising a finger.

"Buzz——"

Time stood still, and the air suddenly froze.

The world fell silent once more. Time ceased to flow, the wind ceased to exist. All colors vanished in an instant, leaving only the contrast between gray and flame.

In a static world, only one entity is still in motion.

Clang——

The golden greatsword trailed a long beam of light, and flames surged forth.

The next instant, a flash of sword light appeared.

The psionic flames ignited by [Abelio's Sword] cleaved through time in silence, shattering the crown of the Rain King, whose divinity burned to dust the instant it was severed.

The head flew high into the air, and psionic fire exploded at the severed neck, illuminating the entire canyon.

"Buzz——"

As time began to flow again, before the blood could even be spilled, the storm was once again engulfed by flames. Xia Xiu sheathed his sword and stood there, golden light illuminating his cold, handsome face.

In that deathly silence, the King of Thunder stood frozen in place.

"You, you, you—!"

The Thunder King's voice had completely shattered, and he roared like a beast whose reason had been torn apart. Lightning exploded around him, and the tendrils of lightning intertwined wildly, transforming into a towering bolt of lightning that struck the golden giant in front of him.

The sky was torn open, and bolts of lightning roared down like giant snakes, striking Xia Xiu directly.

But the moment those lightning bolts touched Xia Xiu, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier. The roar stopped abruptly, and after a violent flash of light, they were directly bounced away.

The electric arcs rolled back, the lightning dissipated, and the lightning exploded into a cloud of silvery-white dust in the air.

Xia Xiu stood there, without moving an inch.

His golden armor was illuminated by lightning, making him look like a god emerging from a storm—cold, solemn, and ruthless.

He reached out and gently flicked a speck of ash from his shoulder.

*Snap*—that was the sound of thunder being deflected.

"It's really noisy."

His tone was calm, even tinged with a hint of weariness.

The invisible barrier rippled slowly across his body, like a transparent psionic shield. That was the [Heart Barrier MAX Version] that he had reloaded after the First Son's return—a defensive module that even divine electrical discharges could not penetrate.

Meanwhile, the Thunder King on the other side was now in utter despair.

He roared and desperately tried to activate his crown domain, but the halo above his head, symbolizing divine authority, remained firmly in place.

[Domain building in progress]

[Golden Rule Detection: Insufficient Priority]

The execution sequence has been changed.

[Reading progress: 3% - 3% - 3%...]

It's stuck on that number forever.

The King of Thunder's face twisted in pain. His authority was suppressed, his domain was locked, and even the nodes for spatial jumps were interfered with by the Golden Law.

He wanted to escape.

But every time he takes a step, the scene folds back to the starting point the next second.

He can't run away.

Even if he used his lightning teleportation form, he would be forcibly pulled back. It was as if the entire plane was cooperating with Xia Xiu to seal him off.

Despair slowly seeped into his eyes.

He looked up at the sky, where thunderclouds rolled, gales tore through the air, and divinity was collapsing.

Then—he roared.

That roar seemed to tear Abelio apart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

He forcefully ignited the divine essence within his body, and golden lightning erupted from his chest, piercing through heaven and earth, while divine runes fell like meteors.

A torrent of psychic energy surged through the heavens, forming a phantom throne constructed of lightning.

He spread his arms, his divine essence on the verge of collapse, his voice resounding throughout the entire plane like a divine oracle:
"listen--"

"All the heavens and myriad realms will eventually fall into twilight!"

"The blood of the gods will become new light, the old order will be destroyed, and a new king will open up all realms with the sword of judgment!"

"At that time, there was no dawn, no salvation—"

"Only destruction, only end!"

"Ragnarok—will be initiated by the Golden Tyrant himself!"

"And all of this is due to Abelio's planar will..."

Thunder roared, the heavens collapsed, and the entire plane was shaken by that psychic energy. Countless beings with spiritual resonance looked up in the distance, sensing the impending end.

At that moment, the Thunder King's burning body was almost transparent, and his divine essence, like shattered glass, crumbled little by little at his chest.

Xia Xiu looked up, gazing at the burning light and shadow.

"You're really dramatic."

"However, even if you shatter your divine status, the result will be the same."

"Remember, you will all be firewood."

He took a step forward.

The earth rumbled beneath his feet. Golden flames ignited along the sword's edge, shooting skyward and distorting the air.

There are no unnecessary movements.

He raised his sword, piercing through the air with the roar of the world's laws.

puff--

The Sword of Abelio pierced the Thunder King's chest without any resistance.

In that instant, all the light and thunder went out simultaneously.

The psionic flames surged upwards, spreading from the sword's edge to the entire body, engulfing and consuming the Thunder King.

Thunder, divinity, authority, faith... everything belonging to the King of Thunder is being plundered.

Xia Xiu slowly withdrew his sword, and the Thunder King's body turned into light dust, dissipating in the wind.

He didn't even glance at it again.

Flames rose behind him, like a burning sun.

"Abelio's divinity is truly fragile."

He murmured softly, a slight glint in his golden eyes, his tone calm to the point of cruelty.