novellk Chapter 1129 - 1126: 985:
Chapter 1129 - 1126: 985:
Su Ming’an’s Sword of Destiny, Immortal’s Talisman, and Eye of the Old Days resonated simultaneously.Most of the energy from The World of Old Days needed to be used in the tug-of-war with Dieying, leaving little energy for Su Ming’an. But he had plenty of energy—all collected by his own hand along the way.
Tina, Lusi, Yang Jiayu, Wang Mingming, Yang Qi, Hei Que, Grandma Lin, Tao Meng, Alice...
One after another, the figures floated in his palm, their joys, sorrows, loves, hates, and desires... merging into streams of luminous blue, making the Sword of Destiny gleam brightly.
They seemed to have left long ago, yet it was as if they had never left.
In addition, the Deity gifted Su Ming’an with energy preserved for thousands of years.
The luminous blue currents circled like a galaxy around the golden white blade, climbing up Su Ming’an’s arm. He stared intently at these figures, images flashing through his mind...
They were memories of the journey he had experienced over the past thirty-plus days. Not pleasant... but not terrible either.
...
"Ding dong!"
[You have completed the Perfect Pass Task · Eighth Loop: "Plan the Millennium Plan"]
[Task Reward: Occupation Advancement.]
[Bright Night Clone: Enhances combat power in "Ming" and "Shadow" states, allowing you to summon two clones simultaneously.]
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[You have obtained the Perfect Pass Task · Ninth Loop.]
[Perfect Pass Task · Ninth Loop: "Ark Crossing"]
Task Requirements: Please travel to a thousand years later, bearing the millennial wishes and hardships, and as a Deity—complete this human-extreme defense against the miracle of high dimensions.
Task Reward: Immortal’s Talisman Retention Rights.
Task Note: "...Come back for a moment."]
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[TE3 · "You and His Utopia" Perfect Completion Progress: 96%]
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[Energy] was very weak, but [Faith] was resilient enough, and the [Authority] mastered by Su Ming’an was extremely powerful. He possessed three full authorities: the "Immortal’s Talisman - Expansion" given by Su Wensheng as an earring, the "Immortal’s Talisman - Transfer Object" obtained from the pass tower, and the time authority acquired from the Old God in the fourth World Game.
The time authority was the most powerful type of authority. This would ensure his strength even if he became a god ahead of time.
At this moment,
"Ling——!"
He heard a strange call, like the high-frequency hum of a whale. This sound pierced his eardrums, making his brain buzz. It was as if... the bell for the battle had rung.
Dieying knew that Su Ming’an was about to become a god ahead of time, He had to act.
The sky began to fall.
It was an incredibly strange and magnificent scene.
"Shua——Shua——Shua!"
Countless stars agreed with each other to fall at the same moment.
A blue-green thread streaked across the sky, a monstrous bird akin to an eagle, flapping its fluid-like wings surrounded by star points, leaving a long, wet, and sticky trail... In the next instant, like a spark ignited abruptly, the sky suddenly presented a wave-like surge, and the starlight began to expand. The ink from the deep sea... seeped and spread.
Like a fireseed hidden for a thousand years, it was ignited in this moment, awakening the entire sleeping starry sky.
Dieying no longer floated in a friendly human form but returned to the stars. The shimmering, starlit hues flowed from every corner of the sky and converged onto Him. His head, neck, arms, torso, and legs... merged into the rippling starlit radiance.
He no longer stood in the world in human form but reverted to His true form... an unshapely, pulsating, and shining stellar radiance.
In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth changed colors.
The last possibility of negotiation vanished, and maintaining human form no longer held any significance. Even the dance floor He personally crafted was ruthlessly destroyed by Him. The heartfelt words He once spoke—"No one to dance with me"—may have been nothing more than a utilitarian lie.
Since He was "He," everything said must be regarded as the cunning and disguise of a high-dimensional being.
"Zhi——"
"Zhiya——"
Fishes swaying their rotting fins swam in the sky, scarlet monstrous birds hung with broken, decaying flesh hovered high above, creatures refracting stardust and dust extended their tentacles, each sucker embedded with sticky vermilion fungi, where worms twisted within.
The strange creatures were His vanguards of judgment, each oddly shaped but possessing a somewhat mesmerizing beauty under the glittering starlit cover.
Huala, huala——
Blue-green ripples shattered, leaping like countless stars.
Through the wide-open church doors, Su Ming’an witnessed the scene in the sky. Its strange and magnificent extent was akin to witnessing the dawn of civilization—a cosmic explosion—an event humans could only dream of witnessing in their lifetimes.
The star river hung upside down, strangeness surged, stars turned to water, and water turned to dust.
This was fear beyond comprehension.
Terror-stricken screams echoed in the Holy City, but more were voices of prayer. People gazed at the awe-inspiring scene in the sky, feeling as insignificant as ants under this spectacle, perhaps even less than the suckers of a tentacle.
They knelt, pressing their hands together, either clutching a cross chain around their necks or facing statues of the deity in their homes... praying devoutly, fearfully, and longingly.
O Deity.
The Holy City has risen to the sky, our Ark has set sail, Dieying is making a desperate last stand. We implore you, O God... grant us your protection to endure this final calamity.
We beseech you... watch over us.
——Named "Asa"... No.
We beseech you——
——Deity named [Su Ming’an].
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"Su Ming’an. Hold the sword in your left hand." Li Mingyue glanced at the starry sky, then quickly looked away. She leveled the Sword of Destiny, indicating for Su Ming’an to switch hands.
Without question, Su Ming’an immediately switched the Sword of Destiny to his left hand.
"Right hand, faith." Li Mingyue spoke quickly and steadily.
Su Ming’an immediately grasped the Eye of the Old Days in his right hand.
Clink, clink.
Like an armorer equipping a soldier about to enter the battlefield, Li Mingyue squatted down and fastened the Immortal’s Talisman around Su Ming’an’s waist with steady hands.
The priests and clerics watched this scene in silence, kneeling towards Su Ming’an, surrounding him in circles as if venerating a divine statue.
Due to his duties, Li Mingyue was familiar with these steps to becoming a god, yet he lacked the pious reverence of other clergy, instead remaining calmly composed... as if dressing a soldier for battle for the first time.
As his duties dictated, he was familiar with this process of becoming a god, but his demeanor was not as devout as the others’, rather calm... as if he were dressing a first-time soldier for battle.
Righted the man’s disheveled hair that had been stained with fire and dust... strand by strand, smoothing it down.
When Su Ming’an first entered Dao Ya City, he looked just like this.
At that time, he was wearing Dao Ya City’s first high school uniform, but now it’s a divine robe embroidered with gold and white divine motifs.
Li Mingyue’s hand was very steady; until he tidied up the last strand of Su Ming’an’s hair beside his ear, he slowly withdrew his hand, his pupils fully reflecting the Su Ming’an before him. The deity at this moment was clean and beautiful... like a student.
He was so calm... unlike a deity on the brink of losing himself. As if unaware of what he was about to face.
een-year-old birthday in the hot spring... made his heart gradually feel unperturbed. Staring at the burning flames towards the direction of Old Divine Palace, he surprisingly felt—that those corpses weren’t that important.
He was shocked for a moment, realizing it was the effect of "self" peeling. His positional rank couldn’t protect his self, his emotions and consciousness were being washed away by the vast flow of time.
However, he couldn’t stop this loss.
Without becoming a god, he couldn’t save them.
Having become a god, he couldn’t remember them.
That young man guiding a white bird with his hat, that Hanfu youth serving tea, that girl looking down playing a game console... always lazily dispersing Bei Wang, smiling with squinted eyes Lu, cheerful and straightforward Luna, fox-like Lin Yin, shouting the Fire Mystery Eni, wearing a Lolita skirt Yamada Machiichi... even Cursed Fire Flower, Bamboo Flute, tomato, Spring Heart Cookies, Knight’s Sword, rose, Jin Qiangwei, piano...
These people, these things... were all passing away in his mind.
Brightly vivid colors... under the soaring energy around him... gradually precipitated to dull black and white.
He couldn’t perceive anything, couldn’t feel sorrow, couldn’t sense joy.
He nearly forgot that dream.
He personally... buried them.
Now,
The dream came true.
At the same time, "crack—" a sound, the Holy City’s ascension stopped.
The Holy City reached its designated altitude.
From then on, the Holy City became a floating city above the ground, always overlooking civilization.