The brilliant gray brilliance pierced into the deepest part of the white void, piercing into the core of that purple light.

This brilliance seemed prepared long ago, lurking there, waiting for such an opportunity, such a clear positioning.

Descending from the skies with the force of a ten thousand ton weight!

BOOM——

Accompanied by the violent sound that emanated from the foundation of the world, that purple light was erased in an instant.

The entire white expanse seemed to be torn open, revealing a vast emptiness.

This void rapidly spread in all directions, completely engulfing the remnants of the light array’s edges.

The entire expanse of white began to collapse toward the center of this void.

The brilliant gray brilliance swept across everything beneath the firmament, sweeping away all obstacles.

——

Ains

The purple light enveloping the skeleton giant’s body extinguished abruptly like water being cut off.

"How could this be?! The divine being has abandoned me?!" the skeleton giant opened its eyes wide for a moment, growling in a low voice, "Impossible! The divine being won’t abandon me!!!"

He struggled to get up, trying to rise from the ground.

This time, He Ao did not respond but gripped the red blade in his hand and suddenly drove it downward.

The sharp blade pierced through his enormous skeleton body in an instant, piercing his chest, piercing through his soul.

The howling storm rose from the ground and soared into the firmament.

"Impossible——God——don’t abandon me——"

But at this moment, the skeleton giant could utter no words. He just struggled, reaching his hand toward the sky in an attempt to touch the remaining purple light in the sky.

Then he turned around and looked toward the distant towering throne.

At this moment, a surging power erupted from his body, even breaking free from the blade He Ao had thrust down, crawling towards that gigantic bone throne.

Seeing this, He Ao merely loosened his grip, and the massive red blade shattered in the darkness.

He lowered his head, gazing at the skeleton giant quickly crawling toward the throne.

By now, the crimson brilliance had covered the enormous skeleton, and countless fine fractures spread across it.

Yet he seemed unaware, continuing to crawl rapidly toward the throne.

And with his crawling, the cracks on his body grew more and more numerous, and his body began to collapse at a visibly fast pace.

More and more bone fragments fell from his body, paving the ground, forming a long path.

Soon, he passed through the gaps between buildings and reached the giant bone throne.

By this time, both of his legs had completely shattered, leaving only a small upper body and two arms.

He used the two skeletal arms to support and drag his body, crawling forward with difficulty.

Before touching the throne, both of his arms completely disintegrated, and his ribs slid down one by one.

He then used his jawbone to move little by little on the ground, crawling toward the towering bone throne.

Finally, he touched the towering bone throne.

Dots of purple brilliance lit up on the throne, and the purple flame in his eyes began to blaze fiercely.

But in just an instant, the purple brilliance slipped down into a dark silence.

And the purple flame in the skeleton’s skull also completely dimmed at this moment.

"God——"

The mouth opened, murmuring the call.

The thunderous voice was now barely audible.

The purple flame in his eyes was completely extinguished, turning into a dark void.

[Mission Complete]

He Ao walked up to the lonely skull, gazing at the dim eye sockets.

Poof——

Purple-gray flames suddenly ignited in those dark sockets.

[Mission evaluation settling···]

[Returning to the original world in 90 seconds]

[Return immediately (90)]

The massive skull flew into the sky, with scattered bone fragments gathering piece by piece onto the skull, forming the skeleton’s body.

In the blink of an eye, a giant skeleton reappeared in He Ao’s field of view.

Talent Sequence 279: Skeleton Monarch

The skeleton giant lifted its head, the purple-gray flame in its eye sockets flickering, gazing at He Ao at this moment.

Numerous cracks already covered He Ao’s body, and this body had indeed reached its limit.

The skeleton giant gazed at He Ao, stepped forward to touch He Ao’s body, and then merged with it.

Talent Sequence 275: Shepherd Spirit Emperor

The skeleton giant’s life-long design, manipulating both talent sequences with one person, was achieved at this moment.

Only in a way he hadn’t foreseen.

When the erosion of the soul reaches a certain level, once the target dies, one can instantly control the opponent’s soul.

That’s why the skeleton giant didn’t care about Hawke’s life or death earlier.

He Ao gazed at the towering bone throne in front of him, turned around, and looked around.

Among the towering skyscrapers, beams of light still shone brightly.

He knew all these lights were gazing here.

At this moment, the void beside He Ao suddenly trembled. An elderly with a curved handle staff walked out from the void, looked up at He Ao.

With the collapse of the New Netherworld’s space, the confinement imprisoning Boris also shattered along with it.

The reason the skeleton giant was so formidable was because he had a divine being standing behind him for support.

But after the divine power was removed, he returned to his original place.

Boris stood in the void, lifting his head, gazing at He Ao.

He did not attack He Ao. Sealed in that void, he seemed not entirely ignorant.

He raised his head, gazing at He Ao, and after a brief pause, hoarsely said, "The Netherworld isn’t entirely useless to this world."

"Hmm." He Ao looked at Boris, nodded gently, then turned around and sat atop the Bone Throne.

The brilliant array once again illuminated the earth.

The towering Bone Throne began to sink downwards.

And at this moment, brilliant rays of light suddenly illuminated the sky, coming from all parts of the city, with terrifying force, rushing towards He Ao seated on the throne.

At this time, Boris, standing in the air, also turned around, looked at the oncoming beams, and raised the Curved Handle Staff in his hand, "Begone!"

Intense beams of light surged skyward, centered around his staff, forming a hemispherical barrier that enveloped the enormous Bone Throne and the array below it.

The beams of light rushing in from all directions of the city were instantly bounced back the moment they touched the barrier, rushing back to their sources.

A muffled sound echoed from the earth.

But by this time, He Ao no longer had the mind to notice these things; his body had reached its limit, and the reconstructed Skeleton Monarch’s body was inherently fragile.

His hand rested on the armrest of the Bone Throne, channeling all his power to light up the array on the ground.

The ethereal Divine Sense wandered incessantly through his body, consuming and neutralizing the clash between the two Talent Sequences.

At the same time, the land beneath his feet began to rapidly become illusory, transforming along with the grand array into flickering beams of light.

Under the invisible barrier, these beams began to rapidly descend, penetrating the earth, space and time, reaching the deepest layer of the world, touching the white expanse.

Simultaneously, a grand silent city ascended from below, supporting the falling Bone Throne while sealing the void fissure in the center of the white space.

Dense purple beams extended like fast-growing roots, instantly spreading from the Bone Throne, penetrating the silent city, reaching the white space being devoured by the void outside the city.

Upon contacting the white expanse, these roots seemed amplified, or perhaps the space was meant for these roots, as beams of light illuminated within, welcoming their arrival.

In an instant, these roots covered the entire white expanse, and the rapidly collapsing white space began to stabilize.

The clusters of purple roots slowly faded away, completely disappearing into the white light, as if they had never existed.

And the figure seated on the Bone Throne also completely lost motion at this moment.

[Returning to the original world...]

Scarlet butterflies flitted between the cities, flying out from the magnificent city, passing through the white expanse.

Though the one who constructed everything had fallen silent, the entire world continued to change rapidly.

The white light in the heaven and earth began to layer, the heavy and dim light descended, gradually transforming into land, while the clear and light beams ascended, gradually forming the sky.

Water vapor gathered between heaven and earth, forming clouds in the firmament and rivers on the land.

A winding river descended from the firmament onto the land, flowing slowly along the land’s edge.

Vague figures emerged from the light, stepping onto the ground, their bodies solidifying with the earth’s power, transforming into flesh and blood forms.

And above the firmament of this world, the place where the throne fell was utterly sealed with all these changes.

——

Ains

Boris put away the Curved Handle Staff, turning off the invisible barrier, and slowly descended from the sky.

He lowered his head, gazing at the spot where the throne had just melted and sunk.

The place was originally ruins, now leaving only a deep hole; looking down into the pit, one could faintly see the bottom.

This pit seemed like a ’crater,’ but the further the line of sight ventured, the more an invisible force seemed to pull his gaze upward.

Boris withdrew his gaze.

He planted the Curved Handle Staff into the ground, and with a slight tremor, the ground on both sides of the pit seemed pushed by a powerful force, closing inward until the pit was ’buried.’

Amidst the firmament, beams of light continued to shine, as though silently observing this place.

The elderly raised his head, glanced toward the direction of the Gray Stone Palace.

Finally, he sighed softly, shook his head, and looked away.

——

Netherworld

Underneath the dim and deep space, surging purple light flooded like a tide, impacting the red fissure not far away, attempting to open a channel once more and penetrate the lost space.

As it struck fiercely, a gray beam suddenly surged from the void, circling the red wound once.

The red wound burst into a more intense light, obstructing the action of the purple light.

Whoosh—

A sharp scream resounded in this dark world, causing the entire universe to tremble and flicker intensely.

At that moment, a hidden orange light suddenly erupted, tearing a piece of the black ground, which fell into the depths of the void.

The purple light promptly reacted, pursuing the direction of the tear, only to encounter a dim void.

After a brief pause, the purple light did not delve further into the void for pursuit but glanced at the torn fissure, then turned around and looked at the red wound nearby.

The light surged into the sky and clouds.

Soon after, an inverted mountain slowly emerged from the clouds.

The closed eyes atop the mountain gradually opened, sweeping over the dark and obscure world below.

In the depths of this dark world, the wandering phantoms paused suddenly.

Immediately, their ethereal bodies, as if grasped by an invisible force, dissipated piece by piece.

As these phantom bodies dissipated, the torn void at the world’s edge also began to mend.

The entire dim world returned to silence, only an ancient song lingered within.

——

Dawn City

Christos stood atop the towering wall, lifting his gaze to the distant wilderness.

At the boundary of sea and land, a beam of light slowly illuminated from the edge of the sky, shining upon the heaven and earth, and the desolate outside the city now turned into ruins.

"The mist has cleared." Christos raised his head, looking at the brilliant dawn, and said slowly.

"When the first Mayor of Dawn City landed from the sea, the dawn they saw must have been like today." The blonde woman stood behind him, also raised her head, looking at the bright daylight, and sighed softly.

"But the war isn’t over yet." Sett, standing on one side, lowered his head, looking down where at the end of the light, countless war vehicles and mechas were standing there.

"War," Christos lowered his head, gazing at the heavily armored force below, "is just beginning."

He withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at the splendid skyscrapers and lanterns behind him, "Let’s go, what our old friend could help with, ends here, from now on, it’s up to us."

The whistling wind lifted his strands of hair and tattered clothes, flapping them in the wind.