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In order to resist the strange energy field of the flesh and blood relatives, the true scroll had no choice but to unleash its own power.

They originate from the True Lord, are born without physical bodies, but are a pure spiritual force, without form, not belonging to the material world, and any attack that does not involve energy will be ineffective.

However, flesh and blood relatives are not included, because they have extremely strong vitality and vigorous blood and energy, and can have a targeted effect on the spiritual body.

Then, around the two real companions, mental fluctuations surged, weaving together scenes of the void. These included scenes of racial decline, apocalyptic landscapes, desolate lands, and a deathly silence in the world.

All of this stems from everything they have experienced, imprinted on their spirit and consciousness. This powerful aura almost overturns the heavens and earth, making it impossible to distinguish east from west, north from south, and giving people an extremely disorienting feeling.

The Eternal Darkness Families also silently released darkness, quickly enveloping this lost land. Compared to the eeriness of the previous two, they seemed rather ordinary.

But in that darkness, there seemed to be an unknown monster lurking, making it extremely unsettling.

The pressure of this tripartite balance of power is immense, unprecedented. Six of the three factions' families are near-gods, and the world's rules have been broken. Who can stop this now?

"All of you, come at me together!"

Shang Yang stood up from the throne and spoke calmly.

He was like the dazzling sun, which should have remained eternally in the sky, but now he was filled with tragedy and devastation, about to fight his final battle.

The light was so dazzling, it seemed to burn away the last vestiges of life, like a king at the end of his road, standing in the most brilliant light to face his final death.

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Those who break my heart must die: Chapter 48: Showing Up and Taking Action [Author's Note at the End]

"Hey, they're clearly not from the world of the Light System..." came the eerie words from the darkness from the Eternal Darkness Familiar, who were extremely wary of Shang Yang.

It is precisely because of these lights, these extremely brilliant lights, that spiritual masters possess a performance that is no different from that of the Light System.

It has to be said, this is a miracle.

Because the main power of a spiritualist lies in telekinesis, which can rewrite reality and is almost omnipotent, it is a versatile power.

Shang Yang, however, used this ability to shine and give off light and warmth for the sake of those humble people of the world, transforming himself from a spiritual master into a sun.

The retinue from darkness loathed this pure light.

It recalled its experiences from a distant past, when it had just emerged from darkness and followed its senior followers to conquer a certain world. At that time, they had a dozen or so near-god-level followers who directly corrupted that world.

But in the end, none of the high-ranking members of the family could escape, because that world was extremely dangerous and contained the power of light.

Their master can extinguish all light and plunge countless worlds into darkness.

But they couldn't do it; they were slaughtered horribly. Even those who escaped into the chaos were hunted down and vanished in the light...

From then on, it understood.

Not all worlds can be opened; some worlds are like Pandora's boxes, and if opened, they will lead to utter ruin.

This world was originally found by it from nothingness; its true relatives and flesh-and-blood relatives are merely later additions.

It uses dark power to erode the rules of the world, creating low-level shadow creatures, making the world no longer peaceful in the night, thereby starting an unbridled and overwhelming hunt, but it encountered obstacles right from the start.

The people of the world formed a resistance army, from which a supreme being emerged, thwarting the conspiracy of the true kin and holding the entire world together.

After years of searching, they finally found a flaw in the world. Their true allies joined forces to tear open the world's barriers and descend into its interior, working together to assassinate the supreme being.

The will to resist could not withstand the inevitable trend of the times.

The world has fallen.

It's no use what the people of the world do now.

However, at this point, there is only the prophet that it cannot see through, especially the curse.

This is a mysterious power that not everyone can use; it seems to be guided by destiny.

But it could neither find the prophet nor Chi Feng, and suspected that Shang Yang had hidden them away.

Those Crimson Blades must be killed, otherwise, some unsettling factors in the dark will disrupt its ascension ceremony, especially since it involves fate, which may cause it to develop unexpected flaws.

"Disappear!"

When two true relatives use their strongest Nen powers, their combined strength is far more than just the sum of its parts.

The waves were as vast as the ocean, with tsunamis rising and falling, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

Countless mountain peaks were instantly shattered into dust, and in the chaotic aftershocks, rocks flew through the air, traveling an unknown distance.

This was an unimaginable outburst.

The terrifying spiritual power swept across, rewriting everything and burying the name Shang Yang forever.

The tall king, who had just stood up, suddenly staggered, his body feeling somewhat unsteady.

His eyes immediately shone with extreme brilliance as he confronted it, but once his true nature was seen through, he lost his original intimidating power, and his mental power was not as pure as that of a true kin.

With his mental power activated, his body suddenly stiffened, and then exploded out of thin air, transforming into billions of wandering spirits like tiny white insects.

But then a patch of darkness appeared out of nowhere, covering an area almost the size of a city, enveloping all the wandering spirits within it. The high-ranking member of the Eternal Darkness appeared in the darkness, instantly transforming into thousands upon thousands of figures, commanding other strange creatures to frantically hunt down all the wandering spirits.

"The blade of darkness can reap souls; how many lives do you have to kill?" A strange voice echoed from the darkness, revealing that Shang Yang's life originated from these wandering spirits. As long as these spirits live, Shang Yang will also live.

The final result was surprising.

When the darkness dissipated, none of the billions of wandering spirits escaped; they were all shattered.

"Is it over?" the Eternal Darkness Clan member murmured to himself.

But I felt that Shang Yang died too easily, even more easily than on the night of the great rebellion.

At that time, the world had not yet collapsed. The true family arrived with great difficulty, fighting on foreign soil, risking their own lives, and uniting with the forces of darkness, determined to eliminate Shang Yang at all costs.

That night, they encountered the most stubborn resistance and even had to worry about Shangyang's desperate counterattack.

In the end, although the process was extremely difficult.

But that towering figure could not withstand tens of millions of cuts and eventually fell.

Even it witnessed the extremely bright sun fall into the depths of the earth.

But now that things are going so smoothly, why do I feel uneasy...?

The true relatives also sensed something was wrong and looked down sharply. They saw that even more wandering spirits had emerged from the ravaged land. There were so many of those souls, which looked like tiny white insects, that they were countless and resembled a vast ocean.

Shang Yang appeared, like an immortal soul, wandering in this wasteland.

He remained calm, facing only the three outer gods' retinue.

"This land has a memory; it has deeply recorded everything you have done to it..."

Roar!

The three flesh-and-blood servants let out a terrifying roar. They were larger than mountains, and each breath stirred up the chaotic mist, fully demonstrating the terrifying nature of the flesh-and-blood servants. When life is sublimated to this level, one can truly change form at will.

The giant hand stretched out, seemingly able to extend infinitely, spanning hundreds of miles, and with a single blow, sank the location of Shangyang, as if swatting a fly.

The True Families and the Eternal Dark Families remained unmoved. In the lower sequence, the warriors evolved from the Flesh and Blood Families were extremely effective against the Spirit Masters because the two sides followed different paths. Before ascending, the Spirit Masters had difficulty dealing with the warriors.

But this problem absolutely does not include kings of high sequences.

Even three flesh-and-blood monsters of equal rank could not kill a king.

As expected, Shang Yang reappeared. He did not appear on the ground, but came to a high position in the sky, forming a vast phantom image, tens of thousands of feet high. The entire planet in front of him was the size of a basketball. He looked indifferent and slapped down with his palm.

Silent and still, yet containing immense power, that irresistible force is as vast as the sea, the lines on the palm are almost as wide as a great river.

Three fleshy monsters stared at the sky, roaring furiously. Their explosive roars dried up rivers and shattered mountains, but the giant hand remained unmoved, slowly and steadily descending.

This was a tangible force; the heavens and earth trembled, mountains and rivers collapsed. Three fleshy monsters were struck, embedded in the ground like cones, almost turning into a pile of minced meat. Life blood flowed from their bodies like rivers, polluting large areas of land. Many newly conceived fleshy monsters opened their eyes, jumped out of the ground, and after taking only a few steps, they transformed back into pure life essence and returned to their original forms.

After its injuries healed, a fleshy monster tore off a section of the mountain and then slammed it high into the sky.

Just then, the real family members also moved, their powerful psychic energy piercing through the universe, like a massive divine pillar that slammed into Shang Yang's illusory form, causing it to stagger. Then, Shang Yang was struck by a mountain range containing intense life essence, which could be considered a kind of divine power. Its attack was extremely fierce, and after exploding in space, it shook the stars, almost causing the illusory form to collapse.

But Shangyang quickly calmed down, his imposing figure like that of a god.

He said calmly, "The hatred of the earth has not subsided, and the resentment of all living beings is not quelled. How can you possibly kill me?"

Shang Yang's voice echoed throughout the world, extremely steady and powerful, yet tinged with sadness.

"The hatred is not gone? Then sever the earth!" the Eternal Darkness Clan responded.

Then it unleashed a deadly strike, gathering pure, extreme dark power that extended into an unfathomable black line. Its incomparably sharp aura emanated from it, and its striking power was unparalleled in the world, with no one able to withstand its edge. The pitch-black light streaked across the cosmos.

Like a hot knife scraping butter, it also sliced ​​through the mantle, the surface, and the core, splitting the entire planet in two. No magma flowed out because the heat of the entire world had already been lost when it fell into chaos.

If the rules of the world were in place, they wouldn't dare to be so rampant, because such overwhelming power would provoke a backlash from the world, and they would most likely be banished.

"Where are the beings you speak of? Let them emerge! Where darkness reaches, even the gods will perish. The people of the world still seek to cause chaos!"

Its will is extremely cold, just as sharp as its limbs, and it is invincible.

By this time, it would naturally realize why Shang Yang was so difficult to kill.

Because his will is connected to the souls of all the dead people of the world, he is equivalent to having billions of lives.

But so what? There is no Dark Familiar that cannot be killed!

Shang Yang remained calm, his expression unchanged, his eyes deep and unfathomable: "Can your blade cut through the flames? Once the flames of revenge are ignited, they will never be extinguished."

The Eternal Darkness's killing intent was icy: "I have wandered through all realms, and have only heard of eternal darkness, but never of an inextinguishable flame!"

It is cold and arrogant, showing extreme disdain.

"Can the flames of vengeance burn away the boundless darkness?"

"The Dark Blade reaps all the people of the world. What do billions of lives matter? It will utterly shatter your spirit and cast your will into an abyss of eternal damnation!"

It must be said that this is an extremely cruel and indifferent approach, which sounds like a fantasy.

But this wasn't actually a threat, because it wasn't difficult for a being at its level.

If it weren't for the world's rules preventing it, and if Shangyang hadn't suddenly appeared, it could have slaughtered all life on this planet overnight, and there would have been no resistance.

"If you were a king, you could escape my blade, abandon this world, and flee into chaos, and I would not pursue you. But since you have become entangled with those worldly thoughts and remain here, although you will become stronger, it is also a kind of constraint, and you will have to pay the price!"

No sooner had it uttered those eerie words than Shangyang's head fell to the ground, severed instantly.

But his head returned to its place, his expression calm and undisturbed, yet his finger pointed directly at the Eternal Darkness's retinue: