strokinit Chapter 359 Sigh! Can we reconcile?
Chapter 359 Sigh! Can we reconcile?
Chapter 359 Sigh! Can we reconcile?
The four gods of war, storm, earth, steam, and machinery witnessed the instantaneous annihilation of the two supreme beings, light and night. The trembling and fear originating from the depths of their divinity almost completely devoured their will.
Li Xijun's domineering punch not only annihilated his powerful enemy, but also shattered their pride and confidence as gods.
however,
Li Xijun gave them absolutely no time to catch their breath, to think, or even to beg for mercy.
While the vast, star-like power of all living beings within him was still burning fiercely, he flipped his hand, and the Night Emperor Sword Embryo, possessing terrifying power capable of containing the entire starry sky, appeared in his palm.
This imperial weapon has an ancient and unadorned core, yet it exudes an extreme sharpness that can cause even the space itself to wither and end.
Without uttering any further words, Li Xijun simply swung his sword at the chaotic sea that stretched between the eastern and western continents, filled with endless storms!
"Sizzle—!"
A faint sword mark, seemingly existing since the beginning of time, extends from the tip of the sword.
The sword mark was initially barely perceptible, but in the next moment it suddenly expanded, transforming into a massive void rift that spanned tens of thousands of miles and tore apart the sky and the earth!
Wherever the sword intent passed, the violent energy of the chaotic sea was forcibly calmed, and the endless storm was cut off!
The surging seawater rolled back to both sides, revealing the bottomless seabed, before being fixed in place by the invisible power of sword intent, forming a wide and straight giant passage leading to the western continent.
The passage is flanked by towering water walls, resembling the miracle of Moses parting the sea, but its power and scale far surpass any myth or legend!
"Eastern and Western continents, decades of deep-seated hatred, countless bones, and the weeping of countless lives..."
Li Xijun's voice, like a cold declaration, echoed in the ears of every living being through the power of the ritual:
"Let's settle this today!"
His words were like the sparks that ignited a wildfire.
"kill--!!!"
"Revenge is ours! Today!"
"Conquer the western lands to honor the fallen heroes!"
On the Eastern Continent, countless martial artists and cultivators, their hearts already ignited by hatred and passion, unleashed a deafening roar.
One after another, figures surged forth like a torrent bursting its banks, or like a pack of wolves pouncing on their prey, carrying decades of pent-up resentment and murderous intent. They stormed into the newly opened sea passage, rushing towards the western continent's coast like a flood!
Li Xijun took a step forward, the void beneath his feet shattered, and under the watchful eyes of countless people from both the Eastern and Western continents, he appeared directly in the sky above the Western continent as if by teleportation.
His gaze fell, like a cold sword of judgment, locking onto the remaining five gods below, whose divine light seemed to be in disarray.
"No! I am the master of war!" The god of war unleashed his final ferocity under extreme fear.
He brandished a war scepter formed from countless phantom weapons, burning with his remaining divine power, transforming into a blood-red meteor that tore through the sky, roaring as he charged toward Li Xijun, attempting a desperate last stand!
His response was simply a punch from Li Xijun.
There are no specific moves or names; it is simply the overwhelming power and imperial fist intent.
"Bang!"
The moment the fist made contact with the war scepter, the divine weapon symbolizing the power of war shattered like glass.
The punch continued, striking the chest of the god of war.
This god who controlled war didn't even have time to utter a scream before his divine body, starting from the fist mark, cracked like shattered porcelain, and then with a "boom," exploded into countless flying fragments of divine power, completely perishing!
Seeing the God of War instantly killed with a single punch, the Earth Mother Goddess, almost without hesitation, unleashed a burst of thick, earth-yellow divine light around her, intending to merge into the boundless earth beneath her feet and escape thousands of miles away using the earth's veins.
"Trying to leave?"
Li Xijun snorted coldly, and the Dharma image of the Ziwei Emperor, who ruled over the stars and controlled the meridians, was suddenly activated within his body.
He formed a hand seal with one hand, and between his palm and fingers, it seemed as if the four supreme true meanings of Azure Dragon Longevity, White Tiger God Slaying, Vermilion Bird Burning Heaven, and Black Tortoise Sea Suppressing were flowing and merging together!
"Four elephant seals!"
The palm strike was not aimed at the Earth Mother Goddess, but rather enveloped the earth veins and space spanning thousands of miles around her.
The power of the four elements rotated, as if earth, water, fire, and wind were being reenacted, instantly turning that area into an independent chaotic prison!
The Earth Mother Goddess's proud connection to the earth was forcibly stripped away, her divine magic that merged with the earth was abruptly interrupted, and her divine body was squeezed out of the earth's veins by an irresistible chaotic force, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.
"No—!" In her desperate wails, the power of chaos collapsed inward, crushing her and her soul together, turning them into the most primordial energy particles, which returned to the world.
In the blink of an eye, two more gods have fallen!
The already critically injured Libra goddess and the horrified god of storms and the ocean collapsed completely.
The dignity of gods and the glory of the church are nothing compared to absolute power and the fear of death!
The god of storms whipped up a raging storm, transforming into a streak of blue-black lightning as it fled madly toward the distant sea.
The Libra goddess, burning her last divine power, attempted to distort space with the law of "fairness" to escape by flashing away over a short distance.
"In vain."
Li Xijun didn't even move. The lightning tribulation dual-core image behind him, which was ten thousand feet tall, clear inside and out, and radiating pure yang and wisdom, suddenly manifested!
With a solemn and majestic appearance, like a deity descending to earth, it slowly raised its enormous hand, which seemed to cover the sky. In its palm, endless runes of light flowed, instantly forming an incomparably complex, layered, and seemingly infinitely mysterious mandala of light.
Supported by Li Xijun's almost godlike divine soul power, this barrier has already acquired some of the rudiments of a real world, forming its own miniature universe!
No matter how the God of Storms wielded his power, stirring up storms that stretched for miles and moving faster than lightning, he found himself trapped in an endless maze. No matter how he fled, he remained within the shroud of the Mandala of Light, like a monkey tumbling in the palm of the Buddha!
"receive!"
As Wan Zhangxin clenched his five fingers, the Radiant Mandala Barrier suddenly contracted, transforming into a fist-sized ball of light that completely sealed the struggling and roaring Storm God within it.
at the same time,
Above Xinxiang's head, a phantom of a sage's crown, formed from righteous energy and Confucian principles, appeared, and a powerful will of "Confucius did not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits" enveloped the Libra goddess who was attempting a spatial leap.
Under the suppression of this Confucian holy will that specifically restrains divine power, the divine light flowing around the Libra Goddess instantly dissipated, her leaping movements were forcibly interrupted, she let out a mournful and unwilling divine howl, her figure frozen in mid-air, unable to move an inch.
Immediately afterwards, as if drawn by an invisible force, she transformed into a stream of light and was drawn into the sphere of light that sealed the God of Storms.
The ball of light flew back and landed in Wan Zhang Xin Xiang's palm, trembling slightly before disappearing.
Thus, in the skies above the Western Continent, the seven gods, who had once been imposing and awe-inspiring, were now reduced to a swaying figure with dimmed divine light—
God of steam and machinery.
He hovered alone in mid-air, gazing up at the towering Pure Yang Heart Image, and before it, at the figure that seemed to hold the heavens and earth in its grasp.
Finally, a smile forced a shape to his lips:
"Fellow villager, is it possible to reconcile?"
(End of this chapter)