Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 165 Divine Remains Defying Fate
Master Hunyuan's brow twitched, his expression remained unchanged, but he slowly raised his hand.

He pointed his finger like a star, and gently touched the air.

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed to be frozen by law, and the blood river froze in place, just like the divine punishment seal that first formed ten thousand years ago.

Starting from the very first drop of blood, along the trajectory of the blood flow, it freezes inch by inch, like a frozen river, or like cause and effect flowing backward.

The roaring ghosts and surging waves of blood fell to the ground like kites with broken strings the moment that finger fell, leaving a silence as if time itself had lost its voice.

It's not just a freeze.

That was a form of deprivation that came from above the rules of heaven and earth.

The world fell silent for a moment.

The Blazing Bone Ape Lord stared wide-eyed, about to roar, but before the sound reached his chest, his throat was already wracked with excruciating pain.

He looked down and saw that his entire spine had been instantly severed, his bone flames were trembling violently, and the soul fire burning all over his body seemed to be burning backward, being pulled back into his spiritual core little by little, as if it were being forcibly restrained by the aura of the Primordial Master.

He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single complete byte.

On the other side, the curse seal within Qi Yu Chi Tong's body went completely out of control, like a punctured paper doll, with its soul power surging backward.

A crooked, almost distorted, bloody smile stretched from the corner of his mouth. His ten fingers were split open inch by inch, blood staining his joints. Every drop of cursed blood that fell to the ground exploded into an incomplete curse ring, but the incantation had already collapsed, the words were no longer formed, and the meaning was no longer coherent.

"Just one more ring... just one more ring..."

His throat trembled, his voice barely audible, like an echo of obsession, or a futile confession to a Heavenly Way that had long since abandoned him.

He knelt on the ground, looking up at the sky, at the divine soul that was trembling slightly and about to merge with his own.

The once surging and responding divine souls are now like a broken string on an ancient zither, offering no further response and completely blocking Chi Tong's projection of his will.

Hunyuan did not immediately apply further pressure, but instead walked silently, like a Saniwa looking down from the sky.

With each step, the ice plains hummed, golden patterns appeared beneath their feet, and shards of icy crystal transformed into shimmering light.

Wherever he went, the icy plains returned to clarity, as if divine will had personally wiped away the bloodshed and reshaped the rules of heaven.

Finally, the Weeping Rain Child broke down, roaring with all his might:
"You shouldn't still be alive!"

"Hun Yuan, you shouldn't still be here."

His voice was filled with a torn emotion, a mixture of anger and fear.

The cursed blood surged, and the soul power burned, attempting to withstand the final blow.

"If you had come any later! Just one more step later! He would have been mine!"

"Do you know? That divine body should have been mine—"

"I have sacrificed a river of blood for a hundred years."

"What right do you have... to break my path to godhood without doing anything—"

Hunyuan's voice was like frost and snow falling to the ground, cold and merciless:

"You choose to seize the god with blood."

"Then die before the gods."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light flashed, and a divine ring flew out from behind Hunyuan, like a seal of law, and heavily covered Chitong's head.

"boom."

With a resounding crash, the Blood River suddenly surged back, and Chi Tong coughed up a torrent of blood. He was then imprisoned deep within the earth's veins by the golden ring, where he was encased in a hundred-foot-deep ice seal.

Beneath that divine halo, the incantation was broken and the bloodstains vanished.

The weeping red child, the curse broken, the seal shattered, the soul lock destroyed.

Hunyuan stood only a step in front of him, his gaze calm and devoid of emotion.

"You, you seal the gods with blood, seize power with your soul, and gather life with death."

He looked up, and the sunlight poured down, silencing the entire icy plain.

"Then let's see if your heart is worthy of Heaven's forgiveness."

He turned around, no longer looking at Chi Tong, and his gaze returned to the three divine souls that were merging in mid-air.

And at that moment, the Blood River finally fell completely silent.

Ape Lord knelt on the ground, his bone fists trembling, his eyes filled with deathly despair.

He finally understood that the person was someone they could not contend with.

Chi Tong remained frozen, his eyes wide open, blood gushing from his throat, yet he could no longer utter a single word.

The wind and snow had not yet stopped, and the low, divine question uttered by Master Hunyuan still echoed across the sky:
"Do you know—what is God?"

The heavens and earth trembled, the boundary lock appeared, and the Crimson Rain Child was already bound at the end of the Blood River. The Ape Lord's bone wheel shattered, and he knelt on the ground.

The two evil spirits, who were already on the verge of destruction, suddenly and dramatically changed their fate at this moment.

"Hahahahaha..."

"You think too highly of yourself."

Suddenly, the Weeping Rain Crimson Child looked up at the sky and laughed wildly. His broken body trembled like paper, but his laughter pierced through the last ray of golden light between heaven and earth.

His eye sockets had been corroded by the cursed blood, his pupils were unfocused, but they refocused in an instant, his expression was crazed and cold.

He trembled as he took something out of his pocket.

It was a blood-red crystal core, its entire body resembling neither jade nor bone, covered with ancient runes.

It lay quietly in Chi Tong's palm, yet it carried a pressure powerful enough to overturn the order of heaven and earth.

“Spiritual Blood Primer…” Master Hunyuan frowned slightly and stopped walking.

The Crimson Rain Child sneered, "You think I came unprepared?"

"You're wrong—I've refined my blood for a hundred years, and finally obtained this!"

He bit off the tip of his tongue, spitting his last drop of blood onto the spiritual blood catalyst, roaring like a demon:
"With spiritual blood as the guide, the divine remains return to their master!"

"--boom!"

At the summit of Cangque Mountain, the divine bones that were returning to their original positions under the guidance of the divine soul suddenly interrupted their repair process, and the entire earth vein emitted a mournful cry as if it were breaking, with strands of soul energy abruptly severing.

His soul trembled violently.

In mid-air, three illusory figures appeared—Sleeping Fox, Azure Glass, and Chaos.

The divine consciousness that was almost completed was disrupted by this sudden blood sacrifice. The three beams of light and shadow were forcibly stripped away, the fox tail was rolled back, the Qingli shadow seemed to be shattered by the wind, and the Chaos Ring dimmed and became unclear for a moment.

The central nervous system suddenly revealed a gap.

"Now!" Akabane roared.

He forcibly tore apart the remaining threads of his soul, embedding them inch by inch into his divine bone.

"You ask what God is? Then I will take the body of the 'false' and wield the body of the 'true'!"

In that instant, deep within the divine body, the soul lock on the left arm broke, and a thread of blood pierced through the divine bone.

Red Child succeeds – partially taking control.

"Om-"

The color of heaven and earth changes.

The divine remains slowly raised its left arm, and the not-yet-fully-revived divine remains emerged from the earth like an ancient god.

With just a raise of his arm, the entire icy plains seemed to be smashed down as if by a giant hammer.

The golden light trembled violently, and the airflow around Master Hunyuan fluctuated slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind.

The Monkey King laughed wildly, spewing flames from his throat:
"Hahaha... Can you stop evil spirits, or even gods?!"

The Crimson Rain Child's body was nearly disintegrating, and his soul was almost exhausted, yet he roared once more, drawing upon the momentum of the divine remains's palm strike:

"To kill a god with a god!"

"Give me, die!"

The divine remains's left palm slowly descended, seemingly silently, yet upon landing...

"boom!!!"

A hundred miles of ice field collapsed.

With a single palm strike, the wind and snow ceased, and the world was like a shattered painting. The ground collapsed into an abyss, and all things were silent, except for the snow and wind swirling in the air like wailing souls.

—This is the true power of the divine remains.

The primordial master emitted a magnificent display of golden light, which surged and rippled in layers.

He frowned slightly, flicked his sleeve, and barely managed to block the attack.

"Oh!"

During the violent impact, the golden patterns on his palms cracked, and a trickle of blood slowly oozed from the corner of his lips.

This is his first injury.

A silence fell over the world.

Even the Heavenly Abyss Lock trembled briefly under this palm strike.

Hunyuan's eyes dimmed slightly, and for the first time, surprise appeared in his heart:
"The power of divine remains... can actually shake the boundary lock?"

He looked up at the spot where the divine bones were rising, his expression solemn.

This was a change he had never anticipated.

The Crimson Child of Weeping Rain used spiritual blood as a catalyst to forcibly seize the left arm of the Sleeping God's remains, causing severe instability in the soul.

However, since the soul and spirit have not yet fully merged and the soul setting is missing, this "half-awakened" divine remains have become a "divine vessel" forcibly altered by evil spirits.

Master Hunyuan spoke softly, his expression as etched as an ancient stele, utterly calm:
"You want to forcibly open the Heavenly Path with a 'half-awakened' divine corpse?"

His tone was calm, but his voice was as deep as a bell, revealing an indescribable sorrow and anger.

Ape Lord gritted his teeth, and his soul fire ignited from deep within his bones, like a pillar piercing the sky:

"As long as the Heavenly Path opens, we can ascend to the Upper Realm! Even if we are left with only broken bodies, we will fight for that sliver of life!"

He roared hoarsely, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, as if he had seized his last remaining obsession.

Meanwhile, the Crying Rain Child was utterly mangled, half of his body turned into blood and smoke, yet his face revealed a manic and eerie smile.

He stared at Hunyuan as if looking at a illusory idol, opening its eyes from beneath a thousand-year-old statue:
"Hun Yuan... don't you understand?"

"You've guarded it for a thousand years, thinking you've preserved the way of Heaven and order. But what have you truly preserved—the human heart?"

Hunyuan remained silent.

Crying Rain Crimson Child coughed up a mouthful of black blood, as if the pain of his soul being torn from the depths of his throat. His voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of sorrow and mockery:
"You say that Heaven is silent, and you say that you guard its gate."

"But when has He ever truly acknowledged you?"

"You have exhausted your lifespan and imprisoned your own soul, guarding this Heavenly Gate as if it were a tomb."

"You once tried to ascend, but you failed, didn't you?" Chi Tong cracked his knuckles, as if he were squeezing his own obsession.

Hunyuan remained expressionless, except for a slight twitch between his brows and a faint tremor of the golden lines.

Chi Tong laughed even more wildly, blood mist rising around him, like the final venting of the dead:

“We are not the losers of your generation—we should be the heirs to ascension!”

"But once the Heavenly Gate closes, even our right to 'fail' is taken away!"

"So you remained in this realm, becoming a shackle on order."

"And we... have become the embodiment of sin."

He looked up at the divine remains that were about to shake the heavens and earth, his blood-red eyes slightly widened, and he let out a low roar:
"But today, we have staked the lives of ten thousand souls and made a thousand-year sacrifice... and finally—we have found the key."

Hunyuan slowly raised his eyes, looked at him, and calmly asked:

"Do you really believe that this divine remains are the key?"

"Do you really think that the path to godhood is achieved through deprivation?"

The weeping, red-haired boy responded with a smile:
"Then tell me, what do you rely on?"

"Relying on your thousand-year-old silent 'waiting'? Relying on your 'faith' that buried hope in the snow?"

He approached step by step, his mangled body still standing tall like a haunting shadow:

"Hun Yuan, you have never understood."

"You are upholding a faith that receives no response, while we are pursuing a power that can be touched!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than the divine remains stirred once more deep within the icy plains.

A soft, thunderous sound rang out from the depths of His joints.

His left hand suddenly clenched its five fingers together, as if he had grasped the destiny of the entire world.

The next moment, all the soul threads in the world were like strings being plucked at the same time, bursting out with an extremely sharp and resonant mournful howl.

Chu Ning shuddered, and Dong'er turned around and exclaimed in surprise.

That was not the perception of one person—but the "divine consciousness" of everyone, being torn apart at that moment by some irresistible force.

The wind and snow surged into a gray vortex, the sky was gloomy, and the blood river rolled back like a dragon.

The void shattered like a broken mirror, and countless rifts spread across the icy plains like spider silk. Collapse and reconstruction occurred simultaneously, and the world was completely "focused" on the palm of that divine skeleton.

It was as if, at that moment, He was the center.

The spiritual energy transformed into countless streams of air, roaring towards the divine remains.

He is absorbing the spirit of this world.

And the one who orchestrated this devouring was the Crimson Rain Child.

He stood beneath the remains of the god, his arms cracked like a spider web extending to his shoulders, and a blood-stained mark on his forehead throbbing violently.

He gazed up at the sky, his eyes vacant, yet he laughed as if in a dream:

"He is not awake yet... therefore, I can still control His body."

"By the time His true consciousness returns, it will be too late."

This is not boasting, but the truth.

Master Hunyuan abruptly turned his head to look at the three figures of divine souls in the air that had not yet fully merged:
The Shadow of the Fox Crown, the Shadow of Azure Glass, and the Chaotic Divine Design.

The three should overlap steadily to form the complete consciousness of the sleeping spirit.

At this moment, however, they were forcibly torn apart by an external force, with a distance of three zhang between them. The connecting threads of their souls trembled violently, as if they might break at any moment.

Hunyuan murmured softly, his voice as clear as snow concealing thunder:
"If the soul is shattered, this world... will become a place where false gods hold power."

"Truth will be distorted, and tradition will be recast."

He took a step forward, and golden light swirled like a celestial ring. The Dao patterns around his body lit up simultaneously, as if the entire world was at his command.

"Heaven's way remains silent—"

“I will take back my divine form on His behalf.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Hunyuan formed a hand seal, and Dao patterns spread out from his palm like a river, one ring after another, transforming into layers of golden divine locks that separated heaven and earth.

However, at the very moment the golden lock appeared, the Weeping Rain Crimson Child had already made his decision.

He plunged his hands into the river of blood beneath his feet.

"Blood River—Return to Body!"

At that moment, the world completely changed color.

The River of Blood seemed to be lifted up by a divine sword flowing against the current, roaring and soaring into the sky from the earth's core, like a giant beast awakening, sweeping back the heavens and pointing straight at the brow of the divine remains.

The incantation appeared, and ten layers of soul locks rose from the riverbed like chains, swirling and climbing wildly along the surface of the river, encircling the divine remains like a dragon coiling against the current.

"Boom."

Hundreds of thousands of alien souls howled and shook the heavens within the blood river, being poured into the divine remains and transformed into His blood.

The fox-shaped divine body, which had been dormant for ten thousand years, burst forth with golden-white spiritual light as the blood river poured into it.

Between the bone patterns, strands of long-lost Dao patterns emerged. These were not talismans, but rather "marks" that the gods had written into the world at the beginning of time.

Like the strokes at the beginning of creation.

The Crimson Rain Child looked up and stepped onto the top of the divine corpse, as if ascending the throne of the god he had resurrected with his own hands.

"I spent a hundred years refining my blood and offering sacrifices of countless spirits to gain control of this 'divine body'."

He raised his arms, and a dazzling blood-red curse mark burst forth from his palms, embedding itself into the skull of the divine skeleton.

—"By my spell, I temporarily take control of his body."

"With my soul, I attach myself to His bones."

"boom!"

The divine remains suddenly stirred.

That's the texture from the beginning of time.

His five fingers slowly spread open, and the golden patterns on his palms turned like star trails in reverse. Every movement shook the entire realm.

The avalanche rolled down, and the wind and sea stopped.

Even the clouds in the sky were stirred up by this palm strike, scattering like ink droplets.

The Crimson Rain Child stood atop his head, laughing wildly:
"By killing gods with gods, this world shall belong to me!"

The left hand of that divine remains slowly rose, its five fingers slightly spread, yet it seemed to encompass the very heart of heaven and earth.

"Click."

A cracking sound, like the meshing of gears, came from the palm of the divine corpse.

The next instant, his five fingers suddenly clenched.

“——Buzz!”

It was as if the entire world was being gripped by an invisible giant hand, and all the soul lines on the ice field emitted a piercing shriek that shattered one's soul at the same moment.

That was the shrill cry of rules, the instinctive fear deep within the soul.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth was forcibly pulled from its proper place, like countless thin threads being pulled and tugged, emitting bursts of mournful cries.

The air seemed to lose its density instantly, the wind and snow stopped, the space swirled, and the entire far north ice field resembled a giant coffin about to collapse.

The divine remains began to move again.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth, visible to the naked eye, surged in from all directions like a waterfall flowing backwards, and was gradually absorbed into the bones of the fox-shaped giant god, as if He were the ultimate destination of this world.

The weeping, red-haired boy looked up, his gaze burning, a twisted smile playing on his lips, murmuring as if in a dream:

"He is not awake yet..."

"Therefore, I can still manipulate His body."

He watched as the three divine figures trembled violently in mid-air. At that moment, he was like an apostle before ascending to godhood, his face filled with madness. "Once His divine consciousness truly descends... it will be too late."

In the distance, Master Hunyuan frowned slightly, and golden light trembled around him.

He gazed at the three divine souls that had been torn apart by a gap of three zhang: the shadow of the fox crown, the shadow of the blue glass, and the shadow of chaos, like floating lanterns in the wind and waves, teetering on the verge of collapse.

"My soul is shattered..." he murmured.

"This realm will become a place where false gods hold power."

That is the deepest crisis—once the original soul is torn apart, divine power will no longer be held by the "divine will," but will be forcibly grafted into the bloodline and will of the "manipulator."

At that time, Akado will be the one who manipulates things.

Hunyuan took a step forward, and golden light exploded from beneath his feet. Layers of runes surrounded him like the alternation of the sun and moon, and the Dao seal appeared in his palm, transforming into a golden ring that exuded ancient charm.

"Heaven's way is silent."

He closed his eyes and whispered, then gently pushed forward with his palm:
“I will take back my divine form on His behalf.”

--"boom!"

The earth trembled, and the wind and snow swirled in reverse.

The rings surged, and golden light cascaded down, illuminating the entire ice field as if the gates of heaven had opened again.

But the Weeping Rain Child had already completed his ritual.

He plunged one hand into the river of blood, his flesh and blood crumbling like a peeling shell, and his soul threads bursting apart in the water like vines.

"Come... return to me."

"—Blood River, return to the gods."

The world changed suddenly.

The river of blood suspended in the void trembled violently, writhing as if it were alive, and began to surge wildly backward, engulfing the enormous divine skeleton that was still kneeling on the Cangque Divine Bone.

At this moment, the ice plains seemed to have lost the concept of "gravity". The wind and snow swirled into pillars, the spiritual energy collapsed wildly, and the ground beneath everyone's feet cracked inch by inch, as if it wanted to swallow everything into the divine body.

On the remains of the god, the bone patterns that were originally silent began to shimmer with ancient, pale golden runes.

The faint astronomical trajectories seemed to be imprinted into my bones, spreading from my shoulders to my fingers.

That's not magic.

That was God's self-resistance when His essence was usurped.

But Akado was laughing.

"After so many years of sacrifice... finally—"

"Let me have my wish."

The god slowly raised his left arm, his palm hanging down towards the sky.

At that moment, the entire ice field seemed to be enveloped by that palm.

Before the divine might was even revealed, heaven and earth trembled.

In Chu Ning's vision, the golden-white arm bone almost blocked out all the light when it swung down from the sky, and even the clouds in the sky seemed to retreat.

“This is the divine body…” he whispered, his voice as dry as a rag.

Dong'er was also stunned. Her hands, which were holding Chu Ning, trembled slightly, but her gaze was fixed on the mountain-like divine palm in the sky.

"It moved... the divine remains moved..."

The golden ring in Master Hunyuan's hand was not even fully open when he could no longer hold on.

"Guardian of Heaven's Dao? Today—I will make you die for the gate!" Chi Tong sneered coldly.

Master Hunyuan's eyes were solemn as a golden shield of light appeared outside his body, forcibly creating a last inch of buffer between the divine palm and the earth veins.

"boom--"

The sky collapsed and the earth cracked. The moment the divine palm struck, the entire Cangque Ice Plain was crushed for hundreds of miles, and the 100,000 snow-capped peaks crumbled like pieces of paper. A colossal abyss that plunged straight into the earth's veins opened up with a deafening roar.

Hunyuan's figure fell to the ground like a meteor, forcefully slammed into the ice layer. The golden light shattered into hundreds of beams of light, escaping from the cracks like dying light dissipating.

Chu Ning and Dong'er were both knocked down by the shock.

Dong'er tumbled backwards for several feet while holding him before finally coming to a stop.

"Is this the divine body?" Chu Ning stared intently at the fallen abyss, his heart pounding violently.

"He's injured..." Dong'er murmured, her hands trembling as she held Chu Ning. "He... isn't invincible either..."

Just then, the Primordial Divine Token on Chu Ning's chest suddenly trembled.

A gentle yet resolute golden light quietly emanated from it, as if responding to the primordial light that was about to be annihilated.

"Look!" Dong'er exclaimed, pointing to Chu Ning's chest, "It's... responding to him!"

Chu Ning looked slightly startled and looked down at the divine token floating on his chest.

"It...is not mine." His voice was low, blood seeping from the corner of his lips, yet he murmured, "It's his—but why...is it on me?"

The divine command flickered with a faint light, as if it had never lost consciousness.

At that moment, a white-clad phantom suddenly broke free from the oppressive blood curse between the brows of the divine remains.

That is the soul of Qingli.

In a true sense, she was "stripped away".

At that moment, Chu Ning's gaze met hers as they traversed the void amidst countless blood-red patterns.

Her brow furrowed, her consciousness shattered, and her breath was as faint as a candle flame, yet she gritted her teeth and charged toward him.

"...Save me."

It was a sound, coming from an unknown source. It seemed not to vibrate the air, yet it clearly resonated into Chu Ning's mind.

"It's Qingli!"

"She is calling me."

Chu Ning's chest trembled violently.

He mustered all his remaining strength to raise his hand, trying to catch the illusory figure.

"Qingli!"

Dong'er was also stunned; she had never seen Chu Ning's eyes so resolute and so sorrowful.

At that moment, it was as if he had traveled through a thousand years of wind and snow, finally waiting for a belated spring.

But also at this time.

The controller of the divine remains—Qiyu Chitong—suddenly turned around and noticed the unusual movement of Qingli's soul.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted like a broken mask.

"You—you actually have 'soul autonomy'?"

"How could you... still be struggling?"

He roared and made a hand seal with one finger.

The divine remains raised its left arm high once more, and the soul lines surged, as if to sever the connection between Qingli and Chu Ning once more.

"We can't let her recall those memories! We can't let her be exposed to the obsession with 'humanity'."

Beneath the icy abyss, the golden light flickered.

The figure of the Hunyuan Master seemed to have shattered, yet it was gradually reassembling inch by inch within the broken Dao patterns.

The laws of heaven and earth around him were still in chaos, and the aftershocks of the blood river had not yet subsided. He stood quietly in the center of the collapsed Dharma seal, like a ten-thousand-year-old star bone under the setting sun, covered in Dao wounds, with golden light floating around him.

Suddenly, a streak of light broke through the sky from the top of the icy plain, traversing the snow-covered heavens, passing through layers of sealed blood arrays and curse walls, like an echo of the divine will, and plunged straight into that dark abyss.

In that instant, Hunyuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a surge of light seemed to burst forth from his originally dark eyes.

"……came back."

He murmured, his voice barely audible, yet it resonated throughout the entire temple grounds.

That divine decree, like a "seed" he had personally sealed away millions of years ago, entrusting his hopes for the future, finally, at this moment, responded to his past promise in an almost unbelievable way.

His face, which had been as still as death, suddenly showed a hint of almost forgotten emotion.

It wasn't joy, nor was it ease; rather, it was a serene peace, a feeling that the will had not been extinguished and the fire had not been put out.

He raised his hand and slowly reached out towards that ray of golden light, his fingers trembling slightly in mid-air.

His hands have not trembled since the day the Heavenly Gate collapsed.

But today, the light in his palm is getting closer and closer, as if it has traveled through time and space to respond to his thousand years of silent waiting.

"A thousand years have passed, and it turns out you've always been... here."

He closed his eyes, his breath coming in a sigh.

He remembered that day when the Heavenly Gate was about to break and the Great Dao was about to fall. He knew that a single wrong thought would lead to his downfall, but he still threw that "token" out of the realm.

At that moment, he wasn't betting on the battle to come, but on whether the world would leave a sliver of a "connection" channel.

Now, it has miraculously returned.

The divine decree pierced through his bloodied and mottled body, appearing on his chest. Its radiance was not dazzling, but rather as steady as the first chime of a boundary bell.

It has no words, no incantations, only an unhindered sense of belonging to his energy.

Hunyuan chuckled.

That smile, heavy with the dust of time, was like an old man seeing his former disciple return, or a general finally retrieving the last military tally he had thrown into the battlefield.

"very good."

He whispered, his fingers gently closing, grasping the golden light into his palm.

"You did not let me down."

"And it did not... betray the last belief of this world."

His back straightened again, his remnant soul reassembled, and his vital energy surged like a torch.

He knew his life was coming to an end, but the light in his heart would eventually be continued by someone else.

That is enough.

At this moment, his back straightened, his vital energy revived, and although his remaining consciousness was like a firefly, it still ignited the last golden light that illuminated the icy plain.

The world fell silent.

Chu Ning looked up at the sky above the icy abyss and saw golden light rising from the abyss, transforming into countless fine chains that instantly wrapped around the legs of the divine skeleton.

Those chains were not made of matter, but were composed of countless "Tao seals".

The ice field trembled.

From where the remnant consciousness of Hunyuan stood, a phantom of a giant golden tree suddenly rose from the ground.

Its roots, like writhing dragons, climb and grow, penetrating the crevices of the divine skeleton, every inch of which stirs the pulse of heaven and earth.

It has no canopy, only intertwined branches and leaves. Each leaf is a fragment of a law, ancient and solemn, like pages of a Taoist book in the long river of time, returning to one at this moment.

At this moment, the Primordial Chaos Divine Token floating on Chu Ning's chest moved.

It seemed to be summoned by some abyss, and suddenly emitted a barely audible hum, and golden rays of light emerged from it, as if a mark sealed for thousands of years had been relit by some divine will.

Dong'er was startled by the strange movement and looked up at Chu Ning. She saw that the bloodstains on his chest had soaked through his clothes, but the divine token was untouched by the blood and dust. It slowly detached from his body and floated in mid-air, as if it had a spirit.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped, the world fell silent, and everyone looked up at the rising golden light.

The divine decree trembled slightly in the wind, and a ray of soft light disappeared into the earth.

In an instant, a blurry golden shadow rose from the crevices of the icy abyss, as if a soul sealed for ten thousand years was being reshaped in the light.

That was the remnant consciousness of Master Hunyuan.

The afterimage, still clad in a Taoist robe, was no longer a mortal being of flesh and blood. Its aura was like the dying flame of a candle, weak yet carrying an unshakeable solemnity and oppressive power.

He gazed at the divine decree floating in the air, and a rare gentle light appeared in his eyes, as if a thousand-year-old obsession had finally been restored.

“Very good.” He said softly, his fingers closing together, his fingertips lightly touching the golden light.

At that moment, his fingers trembled.

His gaze trembled slightly, and the light in his eyes was not fierce fighting spirit, but rather a kind of... tenderness from a long-awaited reunion.

He raised his eyes and looked up at the icy plain, at the young man, Chu Ning, who was on the verge of having his soul torn apart.

“Child—” It was a gentle tone he had never used before, as if he had fallen from the oppressive aura of a god back to the old man he had been separated from for a long time.

“From the moment you were born, you were already part of this game,” he said slowly, as if stating a long-buried truth.

This sound pierced through the wind and snow, crossed the sea of ​​consciousness, and reached the very root of the soul.

Chu Ning was startled; at that moment, it was as if a bell of destiny had struck his mind.

In that instant, memories suppressed for many years were turned over by the heavens, and scene after scene of the past broke through the seal and surged endlessly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

He saw the golden light in the mountains that year, he saw Li Jing'an's hidden vigil in Qingyang County, and he saw his inexplicable "survival after a catastrophe" when he was young.

It turns out... he was never an "outsider".

Hunyuan said in a low voice, "This token is not mine, but the 'cause and effect' in your bloodline."

"Back then, I sealed a fragment of the Heavenly Dao into this token and entrusted it to your body, waiting only for today's situation."

Chu Ning's throat tightened.

He suddenly realized that everything he had encountered over the years had never been accidental.

"Sever the divine remains and soul contract." Hunyuan pointed his finger at the sky, and the divine remains that had been invaded by the Crimson Rain Child, and the three souls of Qingli that had not yet completely dissipated, trembled and burned in the void.

"After this strike, you will only have ten years left to live."

The wind and snow intensified instantly, as if sealing the words with a coffin.

Chu Ning was stunned.

Only ten years left...

“I can’t move at all right now.” He uttered the words with difficulty, his voice sounding like his throat was being cut. “You want me to kill Him… but I can’t even lift the knife.”

Hunyuan shook his head: "You don't need to ask if it's possible, just give an answer."

"To be willing or not to be willing."

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Chu Ning's gaze fell on the divine remains hanging high in the sky.

The three souls were almost completely destroyed, the fox tail scattered like snow, the green glass afterimage was mottled and broken, and the chaotic image was like a vortex swallowing the world.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "If I kill Him... can Qingli still come back?"

Hunyuan sighed softly: "Slaying him might save a sliver of his soul."

"If she is not killed—she will completely belong to the God of Sleep, becoming a part of the divine design, and will never wake up again."

Chu Ning closed his eyes.

"Chu Ning!" Dong'er's hands, icy cold, trembled as she gripped his wrist, a strength laced with an unyielding plea and unease. "You're already like this...you'll die! I beg you, don't go—"

Chu Ning opened her eyes, her gaze devoid of passion or heroic spirit, only filled with a gentle tranquility like a snowy night.

"Dong'er."

He whispered:

"If this lifespan... could give her a chance to live."

"Then it's worth it."

The words fell.

The Primordial Divine Decree suddenly resounded, as if a divine bell that had been silent for a thousand years was being struck once again by the hand of fate.

Golden light rippled out like water, extending from between the patterns on the divine decree, carrying countless ancient secret characters, layer upon layer, like a star map surrounding the heavens and the earth.

Inscriptions flowed freely in mid-air, belonging to no known civilization, seemingly "primordial symbols" from the beginning of time.

Above it, light and darkness intertwine, thunder and fire resonate, and divinity and human will slowly merge on the blade, giving rise to an "unyielding" rhythm of destiny.

At that moment, even the divine remains trembled slightly, and the remaining Qingli soul shadow suddenly raised its head to look over, as if it sensed that some kind of "original will" that did not belong to this world was being awakened.

The divine light sank into the Broken Snow Blade like a falling star. The Thunder Blade Bone trembled violently, and with a crack, the entire longsword seemed to have obtained a true "divine vein." Instantly, the entire body was connected with thunder patterns and golden seals, and a golden thunder pillar that shot straight into the sky erupted.

The world was silent, save for the low rumble of thunder.

The Broken Snow Blade is no longer just a weapon; it now resembles a "Heavenly Oath" that carries destiny and consequences.

"Heaven and earth can bear witness," Hunyuan murmured, his voice sounding like a judgment descended from the nine heavens.

"This person used his fifty-year lifespan as a boundary lock to respond to the Dao."

The moment he finished speaking, all the inscriptions on the blade disappeared into Chu Ning's palm. The golden light burned his meridians, but there was no pain. Instead, it seemed to re-weave his fragmented soul consciousness.

Chu Ning slowly rose to his feet, surrounded by lightning and draped in golden light.

His wounded body began to regenerate under the resonance of the blade; though his bones and muscles were still broken, his will was unwavering.

At that moment, even heaven and earth seemed to pause, and thunderclouds in the sky slowly rotated, as if avoiding this blade carrying the "will of heaven".

Dong'er looked up at that figure.

The man who was once frail and bloodied in the snow now wields a sword, his eyes revealing a calm demeanor that confronts the will of the gods.

"This strike." He looked up at the divine remains that seemed to have transcended all living beings, his eyes devoid of sorrow or fear, only filled with a resolute determination to burn everything away.

"For her life." His tone was calm and slow, yet it was like thunder striking the heavens. "And for this distorted world."

The next moment.

Thunder roared, and the wind and snow shattered.

—Slaying Gods.

The wind and snow stopped, and all things held their breath.

Deep within the icy abyss, the golden light remained undiminished, and the remnant consciousness of the Primordial Master stood silently like a torch.

Although his divine body had long since turned into fragments, only his will, attached to the divine command light, surged upwards from the bottom of the abyss—like a starlight under the setting sun, its faint light never ceasing, yet enough to illuminate the sky.

Golden light shot into the sky, shaking heaven and earth.

The next instant, the Primordial Divine Decree shattered on Chu Ning's chest, and countless golden patterns, like branches of a divine tree, spread across the sky.

The figure of Master Hunyuan also rose up, as if returning from the end of time to this moment, bathed in the eternal light of the Dharma.

He looked at Chu Ning, his voice low yet seemingly resounding throughout the heavens and earth:

“My body is crippled, but my will can return to the Way. I will use your karma to bind His destiny.”

"If the spirit returns, the Heavenly Way can continue; if it is in chaos, the Nine Realms will be out of balance."

Chu Ning gripped the Broken Snow Blade in his left hand. The aftershocks of the shattered divine decree still trembled in his palm, scorching his tiger's mouth black.

His eyes trembled, but he did not back down.

Master Hunyuan's expression was as clear as a mirror, with a golden radiance quietly shimmering between his brows.

His fingers, seemingly covering the heavens and earth, slowly rose, like the broken point of a star. With a single stroke, the rules of heaven and earth resonated.

At that moment, all life beneath the earth fell silent.

The golden light, originating from him, surged through the heavens, as if the veins of the divine path were being reshaped on the icy plains.

Under the watchful eyes of Chu Ning and Dong'er, a golden divine tree rose from the depths of the icy abyss.

Its branches and leaves resembled a sun halo, and its roots were like writhing dragons, frantically penetrating the earth's veins and winding upwards along the seams of the god's skeleton.

Every inch of the golden root radiates ancient divine runes, the deepest curse sealed within the "boundary lock" by the Primordial Chaos.

The sacred tree roared, and all spirits wailed.

Chi Tong's expression changed drastically, and the blood curse trembled and cracked. He realized that the golden tree was not a seal, but more like the last defense of the "will of Heaven".

"You're insane!" Chi Tong roared. "You want to use your remnant soul to lock my divine body, destroying yourself to cut off my path?"

Hunyuan slowly raised his eyes, his gaze devoid of anger, only revealing a sense of vicissitude that seemed to pierce through history.

"The door may be broken, but the way cannot be reversed."

"In this world, even if everyone forgets the original meaning of 'God'—I will not forget."

His figure began to fade rapidly, his soul light like smoke, surrounded by wisps of golden light, which were slowly absorbed by the heart of the golden tree.

"Take a look for me... what the new Heavenly Dao will look like."

Master Hunyuan's voice was no longer as steady as a mountain, but rather carried a hint of ethereal relief.

His gaze fell on Chu Ning one last time. That glance was neither an expectation nor a entrustment, but rather it bestowed upon the young man the last glimmer of light from countless eras.

The words fell.

"boom--!"

The golden tree suddenly surged, with millions of roots spreading wildly from the depths of the icy plain, like golden dragons breaking through the soil and divine veins flowing backward.

Divine radiance filled the sky, as if the rules of heaven and earth were refreshed in an instant. The entire ice plain trembled violently, and layers of snow collapsed inch by inch, only to be constantly reshaped in the golden light.

And the divine remains... finally became enraged.

He looked up and let out a deep roar, which was neither a beast's roar nor a divine word, but a roar of anger that had been suppressed to the limit.

He raised his arms high again, his left palm like the sky collapsing and his right arm like the sun falling, crashing down together, aiming straight for the trunk of the golden tree, determined to uproot it and destroy it completely.

However, before the palm of destruction could fully descend, the roots beneath the golden tree suddenly surged.

"His-"

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of golden chains shot out from the tree roots, wrapped around the god's arms, and solidified in the void.

Ancient celestial incantations appeared on each root, intertwining, overlapping, and pressing in layers, like a celestial net locking the god, pinning those two sky-covering arms to mid-air.

The bones of the god cracked and popped, as if the entire sky was wailing.

Deep within the heart of that golden tree, the remnant consciousness of the Primordial Master flickered slightly, like a silent eye gazing at the future, watching Chu Ning from afar before slowly closing.

next moment.

"you dare!"

Chi Tong roared out of control. His face was contorted as half of his body collapsed. He frantically made hand seals, and a blood curse shot into the sky like a red serpent emerging from the abyss, carrying the resentment of ten thousand souls, and rushed straight towards Chu Ning.

"You ant! You're nothing but a mortal, yet you dare to ruin my plan to ascend to godhood?!"

Chu Ning did not respond.

His sword was already drawn at that moment.

Lightning surged, and divine patterns appeared like a tide.

His body was no longer broken after being baptized by the divine decree; his true energy surged, his soul consciousness was refined, and his thunderous aura roared like ten thousand troops.

But at that moment, he felt no anger or fear, only an unprecedented calm.

He gazed at the struggling azure divine soul in the sky.

Her fox-like shadow had long since faded to almost nothing, her eyes were empty, yet she was clearly looking at him.

It was a gaze that pierced through wind and snow, life and death, and the torrent of fate.

Chu Ning's heart felt as if it had been gently gripped by that glance, and it ached terribly.

He remembered the moment she curled up in his arms, her tail curled, her body trembling slightly, the cool touch as warm and comforting as fire.
I remember her standing with her back to all living beings in the wind and snow, striking her enemy with a single blow, her hair flying with blood, cold and proud like a fox, lonely and aloof like a star;

I remember the first time she was deflowered on a stormy night. Her white dress was torn apart by lightning, but her eyes held only fear, trust, and—a kind of fragile dependence.

Those memories, like fragments of his obsession, transformed into specks of light at this moment, coalescing on the Broken Snow Blade in his hand.

Lightning flashed and golden patterns emerged from the blade, each inscription like a whisper from a god, weaving into every inch of his blood.

He spoke in a low voice, calm yet firm:
"It's not just you I'm going to kill."

"And—the distorted destiny behind you."

Having said that, he leaped up, his figure transforming into a lightning bolt that pierced through the heavens and earth.

Thunder roared, golden patterns adorned its body, and the radiance of divine command flowed across the blade, seemingly converging the judgment of the entire world into a single line.

At this moment, the Snow-Breaking Blade truly became a weapon to slay gods.

With that single slash, the mountains and seas fell silent.

The wind and snow suddenly stopped, the sky dimmed, and everything lost its color.

It was as if the entire world had shrunk to a single beam of light and a single blade.

"Silent World—Destroyed!"

A sudden clap of thunder!

The head of the divine remains was severed at the root high in the sky.

"boom!!!"

The heavens and earth shattered, and the sea of ​​clouds trembled.

Chi Tong screamed in agony, his soul shattered like broken porcelain, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and the blood curse runes engraved in his body for hundreds of years collapsed the moment the blade pierced through him.

The incantation collapsed, like snow meeting the scorching sun; before it could even struggle, it was completely burned away.

And from the cracks in the bones of that divine remains, a golden-white liquid slowly seeped out from the broken points.

That was no ordinary blood, but the blood of a god.

As it flows, it carries a dazzling radiance; with each drop that lands, the icy plain trembles.

Chu Ning fell from the sky, his sword still sheathed, already exhausted.

"boom--"

His knees slammed heavily into the snow, and the ice beneath his feet instantly cracked, spreading out like a spider web for ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

He gripped the hilt of the Broken Snow Blade tightly with one hand, his eyes half-closed, on the verge of fainting.

But they never let go.

"Chun Ning!"

Dong'er rushed over like the wind, her knees slipped on the snow, and she hugged his shoulder, tears falling drop by drop onto his charred hands.

The blood on that palm was still fresh, the scorch marks still visible, yet it still gripped tightly the knife... the one that had been used to cut for her.

(End of this chapter)