Chapter 1838: The Completion of Desolate (3)
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Yet now, it had come to this.
He had no choice but to borrow the power of the Bizarre Realm, forging a connection to manifest this shadowed visage.
"Very well. Since I schemed against you first... let this settle the karma between us."
After that final glance at Xu Qing, the determination in Zi Qingâs shadowed eyes hardened. In a flashâhe shot toward the heavens!
Toward the fragmented-face of Desolate.
He sought to merge with It, to form a complete faceâand through this, seize control!
This was the truth behind the Bizarre Realmâs prophecy:
"Shadows that linger, coexisting with gods."
As He ascended, more shadows surged from the black mist of the Bizarre Realm, continuously merging with Zi Qingâs shadowed visage.
The face grew larger, more vastâ
Until, under Xu Qingâs watchful gaze, It finally reached the apex of the sky, arriving beside the fragmented-face of Desolate.
Then... It fused seamlessly with the fragmented-face!
A complete face now dominated the firmament!
Yet this face was splitâhalf shadow, half flesh.
Zi Qing was the reincarnation of the fragmented-face, but to dominate It with His own will was nearly impossible. That was why He had wanted Xu Qing to carve His name on the door.
Now, with His first plan foiled, He had no choice but to borrow the Bizarre Realmâs power, choosing to replace the fragmented-face as a bizarreâ
To become... a Divine Bizarre, equal to the Divine God!
But... the risks were unimaginable.
The moment the face of Desolate was completed, the fragmented-faceâs fading consciousness abruptly awakened, clashing violently with the bizarre power Zi Qing had summoned!
Thus, the face in the sky fracturedâseparating one moment, fusing the nextâplunging into chaos and collapse!
This was the most critical juncture!
Its tremors shook the world, reverberating through Wanggu, the Ninth Star Ring, and even the threads of fate itself!
At the same time... it presented an unprecedented opportunity!
"You guys... will surely come."
On the ground below, Xu Qing narrowed his eyes as this thought echoed in his mind.
Almost instantlyâ
The starry sky beyond Wanggu trembled!
A black pagodaâsymbolizing endless imprisonment and soul annihilationâsuddenly tore through the cosmos, breaching time and space to descend upon Wangguâs sky!
It hurtled toward the vulnerable Desolate!
But the black pagoda was not alone.
At the same moment, a monstrous behemoth exuding primal hunger, Its mountainous form writhing with terrifying power, and a colossal paper figurine woven from funeral money streaked through the void.
The former lunged toward Desolate with icy indifference.
The latter licked Its lips before dissolving into countless smaller paper figures, all swarming forward!
Three of the Ninth Star Ringâs four Venerable Gods had arrived!
Their schemes and patience had all been for this momentâto plunder the fragmented-face.
Now, with this fleeting opportunity before Them, how could They resist?
Yet notably, not all four Venerable Gods had comeâ
The Mother River was absent.
It seemed to be observing from afar.
In the next instant, the black pagoda, the ravenous behemoth, and the eerie paper army descended upon Desolate like vultures!
Seizing the moment when the fragmented-face and Zi Qingâs Bizarre Realm were locked in mutual destruction, the three Venerable Gods struck with lethal precision.
The black pagodaâlike an inverted tombstoneâslammed into the fragmented-faceâs forehead!
Its obsidian surface pulsed with a light that froze souls, unleashing an insatiable force that hungrily devoured Desolateâs ancient divine soul!
The behemoth coiled in the shadows, Its maw gaping wide enough to swallow galaxies. Thick, foul drool cascaded like waterfalls as It feasted, the sound of rending space accompanying each ravenous biteâ
It was gorging Itself on Desolateâs boundless lifeblood!
Meanwhile, the paper armyâsilent as deathâswarmed over the fragmented-faceâs visage like maggots.
Their spindly arms wove countless nearly invisible threads reeking of decay, latching onto the nodes of Desolateâs fateâ
Draining Its profound and elusive authority over fate itself!
The three Venerable Gods held nothing back, Their full might erupting without restraint!
The black pagodaâs frigid oblivion, the behemothâs savage gluttony, the paper legionâs parasitic theftâthree distinct yet equally terrifying divine authorities spread like plagues as They plundered with reckless abandon!
Their timing was mercilessly precise, striking at the exact moment when Desolate was weakestâIts power drained by internal strife.
This allowed Their pillaging to yield unprecedented rewards!
But... facing Desolateâs half-step Divine God majesty and the Bizarre Realmâs all-corrupting power, this plundering came at a cost.
Even as They plundered, the three Venerable Gods suffered terrible erosionâTheir forms flickering unnaturally!
The behemothâs colossal frame visibly warped and faded, as though being erased by an unseen hand.
The black pagodaâs indestructible structure grew translucent, like a reflection in waterâon the verge of vanishing entirely.
The paper army, seemingly the most fragile, had already begun to burn at the edges with ghostly white flames, crumbling into ash that drifted soundlessly through the void.
Witnessing this, the three Venerable Godsâ divine senses trembled.
Through this brief plunder and observation, They had reached a preliminary conclusionâ
Desolate truly seemed... to be at Its limit.
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