Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 317 Destruction, Annihilation!
The instinct for killing allowed her to unleash her subtle abilities to their fullest potential; the longsword piercing through the Jade God's body seemed capable of dissecting everything. After penetrating the Jade Supreme's body, Ji Yue's sword light did not diminish but rather intensified; by this moment, the overflowing sword aura and golden light were already churning like fire!

Countless emerald arms, ablaze with golden light and black flames, rose and spread. This time, they no longer performed the miracle of deflecting attacks with a single finger; instead, countless bizarre artifacts appeared in their palms. These artifacts had no physical form, even thinner than the emerald formed from green light…like projections.

If Mu Xiang were still conscious, he would immediately realize that his previous guess was correct.

Why is the mask floating in the statue's hand called the "Face of Existence (Fragment)" by the main god?
The Polar Day Society studies these things, and they obviously have their own purposes... It doesn't seem reasonable to say it's only for science (besides, Chu Xuan has already expelled them from their research positions).

Whether it's the Ju-on world being derived from Kayako's meme, or the mass production of this plane group and the behavioral experiments rooted in the development trend of the plane, all of them are extracting the important content of the horror movie plane and transforming it into results that can be used by the Polar Day Conference.

In this process, things can indeed be transformed from the mundane to the extraordinary... Thus, things originating from one dimension will gravitate towards a higher existence. Just like many plot devices, each has a stronger prototype, and the Polar Day Society is precisely facilitating this process!

However, limited by their knowledge and technical capabilities, their simulation and transformation of plot props are far from over...

The Face of Existence (Fragment) is just like that. It is the highest achievement of the Polar Day Society in this plane group. It is the prototype of all other white masks. Whether it is replicating Michael Myers' personality and behavior, stably creating the mask of the human demon, or creating the mask of deformed and defective products, they all rely on this highest achievement.

However, compared to the already existing complete version, this ultimate achievement of the Polar Day Society is merely a defective product... and the Polar Day Society is unaware of this; this "defect" is the judgment of the Supreme God.

Similarly, the countless artifacts projected in the jade hands are extracted and transformed from one plane after another… They even go further than the plane of existence (remnant), and their true forms, after being infused with the holy essence of the Jade Supreme Being, become what are known as divine artifacts. If one is willing to infuse them with the Holy Path, they can even become holy artifacts!

The Jade Supreme Master knew that whether it was a divine artifact infused with the essence of a saint, a sacred artifact imbued with the path of sainthood, or an immortal artifact of a human cultivator, they were all essentially spiritual treasures. Items extracted from countless planes often possessed characteristics of higher-level prototypes. Even if it was only a fragment, it was still better than a purely handcrafted divine artifact or sacred artifact.

In his calculations, if one were to collect dimensional items with extremely high starting points and then efficiently refine and transform them, one could even approach the level of an acquired spiritual treasure... As for the best prototypes, such as innate spiritual treasures, one should not even dream about them.

Instead of fantasizing about this, think about how to break free from this predicament and advance to a higher level of sainthood...

At this moment, these divine artifacts, which had been searched and refined from the endless space over a long period of time, were forcibly projected here by the spirit avatar at the cost of its own energy.

A jade branch swept across Mu Xiang's left arm, and the golden light enveloping it instantly condensed, peeling off like a layer of jade; a jade pestle then swept across, shattering the bare left arm completely.

Enraged by the attack, Mu Xiang, in his berserk state, did not immediately rely on his enhanced self-healing ability to repair his left arm, but instead, with half of his arm missing, he hid his body behind the Emerald Supreme and continued to exert his power.

His intuition was right. The next moment, all sorts of emerald-colored objects were thrown past Mu Xiang's previous position, but they all missed.

As the golden light spread, the jade statue could no longer hold on and suddenly shattered amidst the bursts of golden and green light!
The inner essence of the jade statue was completely exposed, revealing flesh and blood exuding a divine aura. Although compared to the flesh and blood of a true saint, it resembled a piece of synthetic meat that had been frozen for a long time, it still carried a higher level of significance.

Zheng Zha, whose battle body had been torn apart and whose giant sword had been knocked away, roared and pounced like a wild beast that had smelled blood.

The sky was filled with black flames, which split in two like two giant hands. One hand reached out to grab the shattered statue, while the other hand, wrapped in Asura battle aura, slammed down on Mu Xiang with unparalleled ferocity.

Mu Xiang's eyes were filled with blood-red killing intent, but he did not take the attack head-on. Instead, he dodged backward, and the next moment, a moon blade larger than the black flame giant hand flew out, splitting the giant hand in two.

Black flames condensed again in the void, and the Branch of Destruction was swung up. After a loud bang, the giant sword trembled as if it would be thrown out of the hand at any moment. The newly appeared black flame hand was also in disarray, but it finally blocked Ji Yue's slash.

The shattered jade statue held no appeal for Mu Xiang. He stepped back, instead gripping the Jiyue Sword tightly, its golden light flashing rapidly around him. That was the last of his energy, now being poured relentlessly into the Jiyue Sword. In the clash of the grab and the slash, the foul blood swirling in the air fell. This foul blood flickered with green light and echoed with wails. In the previous battle, Zheng Zha had barely been able to harness its power, only allowing it to be consumed in each collision; but as Zheng Zha's self-awareness sank into darkness, this foul blood seemed to come alive again.

The jade statue was gripped by the giant claw of black flames, with almost no fragments escaping. At this moment, the shattered statue seemed to have lost all its spirituality, and something indescribable flowed out from it, merging into the giant claw, causing the black flames to surge and the foul blood to boil!

Sensing the temptation, Zheng Zha rushed into the black flames and reached out to grab the largest jade fragment. To him, it was more alluring than the freshest flesh and blood.

Just then, a blurry shadow rose from the jade fragments. It had originally been just the shadow of the fragments, but now it detached itself from the ground and the fragments, and then transformed into an indescribable mass in the air.

Mu Xiang, holding a knife with one arm, silently watched the shadow rise. In his eyes, it was an amorphous tentacle, full of darkness and distortion.

The moment this indescribable mass fully emerged, Mu Xiang suddenly swung his sword... This strike squeezed out the last of the golden light around him, yet it unleashed a power no less than any of his previous strikes.

In the midst of a frenzied killing intent, this strike, infused with body, energy, and will, instantly traversed the distance and cleaved into the shadow. Only when the shadow trembled within the blade's light did a grotesque rift tear open in space.

The next moment, blood gushed from the severed wound on Mu Xiang's left arm.

An abyss-like killing intent tore through this indescribable consciousness, severing it precisely before it could unleash its power.

A roar filled with rage arose without wind and echoed throughout the space.

But Mu Xiang knew that he had won this round... The divine computer that served as the vessel for his descent had been completely shattered, and the fragmented spirit attached to it was also destroyed by him with a single strike at its most vulnerable moment after losing its physical form.

Mu Xiang couldn't defeat the Saint because his attack methods couldn't reach that level; and his physique couldn't withstand the attack of the Saint who had unlimited energy as support.

However, Mu Xiang was still somewhat confident in dealing with a rather restricted spiritual clone. Although the occasional use of holy techniques caused Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha to suffer losses, the clone could no longer exist after its vessel was shattered and its spirit was destroyed.

After that strike, Mu Xiang was nearly exhausted. His Kryptonian energy was almost completely depleted, and he couldn't even maintain his fourth-tier gene lock. With that final, ferocious strike, Mu Xiang even reverted to his fourth-tier gene lock.

The intense feeling of weakness made him want to sit down on the ground. His extremely high-level physical body had become a burden at this moment, with every inch of his flesh and bone pressing down on his soul as if weighed down by a thousand pounds.

Is this the weight of life?

At this moment, only Ji Yue, who was connected to him by thought, remained in control, like the strongest support driven into the ground, stabilizing Mu Xiang's figure.

[Jiyue can also channel her consciousness into it. Just now, I think I channeled my rage out in this way... If Jiyue before was merely storing negative will like a flood and then integrating it into her sword technique, then that last strike was like releasing a flood without reservation, with an effect many times stronger...]

The power of the previous strike had surprised Mu Xiang. If he were conscious, he wouldn't have been able to judge its power, let alone swing it... This strike, which took advantage of the opening and cut in at the most opportune moment, was simply a perfect manifestation of the killing instinct amplified by a berserk consciousness.

(End of this chapter)