Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Fall, Rainbow!

The immense power unleashed by both sides threatened to annihilate the Air Alliance instantly. Given enough time, it could even destroy the entire world of Noah.

“O Goddess of the Night, you have only just attained divinity. I am by no means a rival you can contend with.”

The Steel Throne roared with fury, white flames surging violently as they sought to engulf the encroaching darkness. Yet, time and again, the darkness repelled the flames, steadily advancing.

Then, the Steel Throne noticed something amiss.

Panic seized him as he realized the newly ascended Goddess of the Night wielded power slightly superior to his own. The revelation was utterly inconceivable.

“This simply cannot be!”

“Impossible!”

“You have only just become a god, and I have spent countless years, sacrificed so much…”

The Steel Throne was in disbelief.

Mu Ling’s unparalleled strength stemmed from the dark power coursing through her bloodline. It was a power born from the Outer God, a fragment of the great Obscure Changer’s essence. Without “restrictions,” this power could have made her a puppet of the Outer God the moment she ascended.

Long ago, Mu Ling’s ancestors had banished the Outer God’s projection, sacrificing themselves to save their world. Yet, in the process, a sinister curse was planted within their bloodline—a curse that tied their descendants to the very darkness they fought against.

Through Bai Yan’s intervention, the curse was tempered, allowing Mu Ling to harness its strength without succumbing to it.

Now, as the Goddess of the Night, she had mastered her power through the Ultimate Ritual of unity and salvation. Her pure intent and unwavering resolve made her an entity of overwhelming strength.

The balance of power began to crumble.

Day and night in Noah slowed,

the nights growing longer and

more oppressive. The Steel

Throne, once so confident, was

gripped by fear as the tides

turned against him.

“No!”

Amid his growing despair, a

familiar unease from his

distant past resurfaced—a

primal fear from a time before

he ascended.

Thousands of years ago, when

Noah’s world was wild and

untamed, its people lived in

constant fear of monsters and

nature’s wrath. Without power,

they were helpless, offering

desperate prayers to deities for

mercy.

The Steel Throne had been one

of them.

Driven by the need to survive,

he had sought strength at any

cost. Through trial, ingenuity,

and sheer will, he forged

weapons, taught his people to

defend themselves, and lit the

flames of civilization.

His quest for power had not

been for glory but to banish

fear—to protect and endure.

But now, faced with his

downfall, the Steel Throne felt

a strange calm.

“True strength does not come

from power alone,” he

declared. “It is born from the

heart that sacrifices everything

for survival. From

enlightenment.”

The Steel Throne’s conviction

burned brightly, and his

attacks took on a renewed

intensity. White flames surged

outward, scattering across

Noah.

Each flame was a deadly

strike, capable of obliterating

entire cities and billions of

lives.

Mu Ling faced a harrowing

choice. She could let the

attacks wreak havoc and seize

her chance to defeat him—or

scatter her own power to

protect the world.

Her decision was instinctive.

She intercepted the flames,

her strength spread thin as she

shielded Noah from

destruction.

The Steel Throne laughed, his

strategy unfolding perfectly.

“This is a trial, Goddess of

Nightfall, and you have failed.

You are defeated!”

His centuries of divine

experience gave him the upper

hand. Though her raw

strength exceeded his own, Mu

Ling lacked the skill to wield it

with the same precision.

Victory seemed within his

grasp.

Yet, the Steel Throne had

underestimated one thing: Bai

Yan.

At that pivotal moment, Bai

Yan, the Savior, unleashed his

true power.

He took Mu Ling’s hand,

steadying her trembling grip.

“She is not without awareness

or faith,” he said. “But our

definitions of awakening differ

from yours. What matters is

this power—it is real and

unwavering.”

Together, their combined

strength surged. Nocturnal

energy swept across the

battlefield, turning the sky into

an endless starry night.

The Steel Throne faltered. His

body, hidden within the white

flames, began to crumble

under their overwhelming

power.

“So, this is how it ends…”

For the last time, his voice

echoed in their hearts:

“You shall carry the battle

forward from here.”

And so, the Steel Throne fell.

One of Noah’s ancient

Rainbows—a god who had

ignited the flame of civilization

—met his end with no regrets

for his pursuit of power.

Neither did Bai Yan or Mu Ling.

Fall, oh fall… Rainbow.