Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 853 is superior to others.
The overwhelming malice, like a flood that submerged the world for seven days, swept across the entire scene.

Malice is a hypothetical concept, describing one aspect of emotion, rather than something that actually exists. However, at this moment, Song Shi personally felt that it simultaneously violated both of the previous two.

It became a real presence, rushing towards you, stimulating every pore, desperately trying to emit a piercing scream, yet it carried no emotion whatsoever. It wasn't subjective dislike, hatred, aversion, or disgust. It was simply pure malice, as indifferent as deep space.

Even a fifth-ring psychic would frown, as if an ordinary person living on the plains had suddenly been transported to a high plateau and was having difficulty breathing.

Then there's Solomon Beaufort.

He drifted aimlessly, his human form long since obscured, replaced by an endless expanse of darkness. Like a shadow being stretched longer and wider by countless hands.

—This attack is aimed at everyone.

Not only Song Shi, Yvette Gregory, and Paddy Morse, but even including Xu Yu wouldn't be enough. Solomon Beaufort's attack seemed to spread endlessly, reaching as far as Chaklo Vaughn in the distance!

His psychic power continued to rise, and his aura became increasingly terrifying. Even Xiyue was affected, as if she suddenly gained life and began to wriggle with vitality.

How magnificent!
Song Shi's eyes widened involuntarily, worthy of the path of [Dayuan].

He exhaled through his teeth, slowly gripping the heavy weapon. Suddenly, his hand trembled, and his fingers almost slipped from the handle as a sharp pain shot through his chest! It felt as if someone had squeezed and squeezed out its abundant juices!
The accumulated injuries from before, and the aftereffects of forcibly pushing my psionic energy back to its peak, are now starting to decline!
"Settle down."

Song Shi reversed the attack, the blade piercing the heart and twisting it halfway. Intense pain surged up instantly, but the powerful stimulation forcibly suppressed the previous discomfort.

Song Shi drew his knife and shook off the blood that was on it.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery vanished, and Song Shi licked his lips, seeing only the grotesque swelling ahead—

Solomon Beaufort made no attempt to conceal his intention to finish the job in one fell swoop. Driven by psychic energy that had reached its peak, even surpassing it, he was a strike that even a fifth-level cultivator would not be willing to take head-on.

Song Shi counted his spiritual energy.

The true spirit is "completely annihilated," [a glimpse of heaven], [a calamity of destruction], [true glory].
Neither works well.

No, strictly speaking, they are sharp enough that even if Solomon Beaufort's ultimate moves are terrifying, he is absolutely confident that he can break through them.

But simply "breaking it open" is not enough.
Far from enough.

To flaunt the sharpness of a slender weapon is something only those on other paths would do. The so-called "Great Source" is about encompassing the universe and surveying the four corners of the earth—attaining magnificent divine power!
At this moment, Solomon Beaufort transformed into an unprecedented "colorless beast," with boundless darkness. Even if he used all of his [One Gap Heaven] power in his current state, he would not be able to burn it all away in one go.

Admittedly, a straight-through attack would be no problem. With Yvette Gregory and Paddy Morse providing support, Solomon Beaufort, who was injured in the final blow, had no chance of winning and was about to be defeated cleanly.

But such things
"It doesn't suit my taste."

—The true spirit, "in this world".

The new world, which has been destroyed and rebuilt, has already taken shape. At this moment, it is called upon by its creators and supports a small world that stands independently from the darkness.

Come.

A crimson-gold world surrounded Song Shi.

He pushed forward the "present world," or rather, the "present world" followed him—colliding fiercely with Solomon Beaufort!
In an instant, Yvette Gregory groaned and subconsciously narrowed her eyes. Her senses were like soft dough, suddenly being kneaded and messed up, no longer clear as before, and forcibly pushed out of the center.

But I can still see!
This is a scene far more violent than a collision between a heavy atomic nucleus and a neutron.

The "present world" and Solomon Beaufort present a situation that is a million times more extreme and intense than the clash of fire and water, unleashing an unprecedented impact!
One is "fire," and the other is "darkness." Both are using their own will to change the tone of the world. The completely different worlds created by this are like the primordial explosion of the universe, annihilated into tiny ashes the moment they touch each other.

Then all the ashes of the calamity were propelled by the impact and spread in all directions.

It wasn't until a very long time later that the light gradually dissipated, revealing the scene in the center of the battlefield.

A curtain of darkness appeared, revealing a large, man-made void, through which natural darkness from deep space slowly poured in. The faint sunlight, emitted from stars and scattered throughout space, drifted in like scattered, shimmering stardust.

“You can give yourself a few words of rebuttal,” Song Shi said slowly.

Light and darkness are always intertwined, waxing and waning.

Therefore, the darkness was no longer as profound as before. The man named Solomon Beaufort emerged from his "Darkness of the Moon" form, revealing his true form to the world.

This fourth-generation leader of the "Celestial Beings" was also the strongest leader in history. His appearance was actually quite different from that of a dark being; perhaps the only thing that resembled him was his deep-set eyes.

He didn't look at himself first, nor at Song Shi, but slowly gazed into the deep space, a strange glint in his eyes.

“Defeat is defeat.” After a long pause, he shook his head slightly: “Reasons are things prepared for the weak. They seek false comfort.”

"It's just a pity that I wasn't the first person to allow the element of 'darkness' to ascend to the throne of the Great Source God."

Thousands of years have passed since the birth of the first throne, but in the history of Terra, the throne remains supreme. Compared to it, gold, which is considered a precious symbol, is nothing more than dust that can be found everywhere.

The six paths have each had pioneers who ascended to the throne of gods. The Great Source is no exception, but among them, there has never been "darkness".

“But there was 'flame',” Song Shi smiled.

Upon hearing this, Solomon Beaufort scoffed, but still shook his head: "You've got one thing wrong, Song Shi."

He said, "Psionic power has never been my primary goal."

"In your opinion, is the identity of a 'Celestial Being' more important to you than that of a 'Psionicist'?" Song Shi chuckled. "People like you are not many, but not few either. You're not the first one I've ever met."

"I suspect this probably won't be the last one—"

"There is always something that is above psionic energy."

Song Shi listened patiently to the end, but then stopped speaking because the other person could no longer hear him.

Solomon Beaufort's body shattered into dust in the wind, drifting into the desolate depths of space, never to be seen again. The relentless clash of psychic powers led to a relentless end.

(End of this chapter)