Fate's Choice: Livestream at the Start Summoning Billions of Ravens

Li Bai was stunned for a moment.

He is a sword immortal.

His sword was meant to take a person's head from a thousand miles away, and to be as fast as a shooting star.

To ask him to abandon his sharpness in pursuit of dull, destructive power would go against his way of the sword.

"You only have one chance." Newton glanced at Joan of Arc, who was charging up her energy in the distance. "Her next attack is a complex one; my gravitational field can't stop it."

Li Bai fell silent.

He looked down at the Azure Lotus Sword in his hand.

The pale blue blade had become somewhat dull from the erosion of the abyss.

"A heavy sword has no edge; true skill lies in simplicity..."

Li Bai gave a bitter smile.

He took off the wine gourd that he always carried with him from his waist.

That was the source of his power, and also a symbol of his unrestrained and wild nature as the "Poet Immortal".

But the next second, he let go.

The gourd fell and was instantly swallowed by the black mud.

Li Bai didn't look again. He suppressed all his arrogance and sat cross-legged in mid-air.

At that moment, the sharp sword intent that had changed the very fabric of the world vanished.

Instead, there is an ancient, desolate, and even somewhat sorrowful silence.

Blue lotus.

People only know the Green Lotus Sword Song, and only know that he was a Taoist immortal banished to heaven.

But they forgot that in Eastern culture, the word "blue lotus" originally refers to something placed before the Buddha.

"This humble Taoist priest... no, I despise the behavior of those bald monks the most in my life."

Li Bai closed his eyes and formed an obscure mudra with his hands in front of his chest.

"Why talk about the emptiness of the four elements and the cultivation of blessings for the next life? When life is good, one should enjoy it to the fullest. Why do we need so many rules and regulations?"

But the aura emanating from him had changed.

The azure immortal energy that had been swirling around him began to burn from within.

Golden flames erupted from his pores, illuminating his tattered blue robe with a brilliant, cast glow.

"But if we're talking about 'destruction' and 'annihilation'..."

Li Bai suddenly opened his eyes.

The pupils, which were originally black and white, have now turned into a pure color like molten gold.

"All phenomena are illusory."

Om-!

The Azure Lotus Sword in his hand let out a mournful cry.

That was not a sign of impending breakage, but rather the growing pains of transformation.

The originally slender and graceful sword blade rapidly expanded and widened in the golden light.

The elegant lotus pattern has disappeared, replaced by dense, even somewhat ferocious, Sanskrit characters.

It was no longer a sword.

That was a ruler.

A ruler that measures all the sins of the world and sends all things back to nothingness.

"The Vajra glares fiercely." Li Bai's voice became loud and repetitive, as if countless monks were chanting scriptures in unison behind him.

far away.

For the first time, a micro-expression called "confusion" appeared on Jeanne d'Arc's expressionless face.

That's data that the logic of the abyss cannot analyze.

Why would a Taoist spirit unleash such a pure Buddhist spiritual essence?

Threat.

Extreme threat.

Black Mud Jeanne raised the black command flag in her hand.

At this moment, she held nothing back.

"roar--!!!"

The tens of thousands of black mud replicas behind her roared simultaneously.

The half-copy raised its sword and unleashed Li Bai's signature move, "The Yellow River's Waters Flow from Heaven."

However, the water was black; it was the Styx River, filled with corruption and curses.

The other half of the replica raised its hand, creating Newton's "gravitational singularity".

Hundreds of black singularities merged in the air, forming a super gravity collapse field with a diameter of more than ten meters.

The black Styx River was sucked into the collapse field, accelerated by gravity, and transformed into a high-energy jet powerful enough to pierce the earth's crust, pointing directly at Li Bai, who was sitting cross-legged.

This attack was enough to flatten a mountain range.

"Isn't it ready yet?!"

Newton stared at the devastating black torrent, his scalp tingling with fear.

He turned his head and glanced at Li Bai, who was still gathering his strength.

The golden light behind the latter was coalescing into a huge, wrathful Vajra phantom, but it would obviously take a few more seconds.

"Damn humanists, always so indecisive!"

Newton swore.

He did not back down.

This scientist, who discovered the law of universal gravitation and built the edifice of classical mechanics, made a move that defied reason.

He gripped the triangular cane with both hands, raised it high, and then plunged it heavily into the black mud beneath his feet.

Inherent skill – [Alchemy: B] activated.

This is not a simple transformation of matter.

This is a violent alteration of the "structure of matter".

"I hereby declare that quality is conserved, but form—I define it!"

Newton's scholar's robes fluttered even without wind.

The patch of black mud with a radius of a hundred meters beneath his feet stopped writhing at that moment.

The gray light spread wildly along the ground.

The originally soft, viscous, and biologically active abyssal black mud had its internal structure instantly reorganized under the forceful intervention of alchemical techniques.

It was transformed into a high-density substance that exists only in alchemical theory—the Philosopher's Stone in its solidified state.

boom!!!

At the very moment the black torrent collided, a ten-meter-thick crimson crystal wall rose from the ground.

This is a wall built with the bodies of the enemy.

The impact wasn't as loud as I'd imagined.

Because the sound is annihilated by the high-density energy collision the moment it comes into contact.

Only light.

A blinding, black and red light.

Newton felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding train.

The triangular prism staff that represented the core of his Mystic Code was covered in cracks in the very first second.

puff!

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the crystal-clear wall in front of him red.

But he did not let go.

"Three seconds..."

Newton began to bleed from his seven orifices, and his retina turned blood red due to congestion.

The crystalline walls are melting and disintegrating at a visible speed under the onslaught of the black torrent.

one second.

The wall thickness was cut in half.

two seconds.

The wall was reduced to a thin layer of window paper, and Newton could even see the lifeless eyes of Joan of Arc.

"Move... for me!!!"

Newton let out a beastly roar, desperately holding back the crumbling defenses.

Just as that black torrent was about to engulf Newton.

One hand.

A hand wreathed in golden flames rested on Newton's shoulder.

"Thank you for your hard work, Sir."

The voice was no longer unrestrained, but carried a chilling majesty.

Li Bai had already stood up.

The towering, wrathful Vajra phantom, hundreds of feet tall, completely overlapped with Li Bai's body.

Li Bai slowly raised the "Green Lotus Ruler," now the size of a door panel, above his head.

There were no fancy sword moves.

There were no elaborate chants.

He simply slashed down at the fallen saintess holding the black flag in front of him.

This sword strike will not cut the flesh.

Only sever cause and effect.

"Breaking the Precepts - Red Lotus Karmic Fire"

boom--!!!

The space did not shatter along the trajectory of the falling Azure Lotus Sword.

Instead, a huge, golden symbol appeared.

卍

This symbol, which represents auspiciousness and infinity in Buddhism, as well as destruction and rebirth, carries the irresistible concept of "Nirvana" and is imprinted on that black sacred flag.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The Noble Phantasm "My Lord Is Here" in the hands of Jeanne d'Arc Black, a weapon known for its absolute defense and which had blocked countless attacks, froze the moment it came into contact with the golden swastika.

It wants to absorb.

It wants to transform.

But this time, it wasn't energy that surged in.

It is "empty".

It is "nothing".

It's a domineering logic that forces everything back to zero.

The abyss's law of devouring met the Buddhist law of annihilation.

That is a void even more greedy than a black hole.

Click.