Chapter 551

Chapter 551: Sacrifice

There was one immutable rule for the ceremony.

Every ceremony demands an offering.

It could be the blood of a unique race, a powerful emotion, or even something as trivial as a strand of hair. Across the multiverse, each mysterious ritual carries its own peculiar requirements.

But one offering transcends all others.

The soul.

In every corner of the multiverse, the most awe-inspiring, potent, and mystical ceremonies are ignited by the sacrifice of a soul—a cruel, unyielding law that even the Master of Ceremony cannot bend.

And not all souls are equal.

The value of a soul is dictated by its “plane.” The higher its plane, the greater its power, capable of unleashing unparalleled forces. Souls of the “Divine Throne” plane dwarf the worth of countless mortal souls scattered like grains of sand.

In Tatsumi City, the air itself seemed to tremble under the weight of an overwhelming force—a terrifying power radiating from flesh, blood, and spiritual essence, as thunder echoed through the sky.

The soul exists in two dimensions: the Soul Dimension and the physical realm. Deep within the human body, beyond flesh and organs, the soul resides in the marrow, coursing through bloodlines.

Spiritual essence.

One of the four foundational powers of the multiverse.

Now, in Tatsumi City, a man was offering everything—his spiritual essence, his being—to complete the ultimate ceremony.

“Let us begin,” Bai Yan whispered.

His voice trembled, his soul quaking as an ancient ritual stirred—a ritual older than Noah’s world, predating even the birth of this multiverse. It had existed as long as the Master of Ceremony itself.

Bai Yan closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

He felt his soul transcend, detaching from his mortal body. His flesh disintegrated into dust, and yet, he felt an unprecedented lightness.

Now, he gazed upon Tatsumi City—and the entire world of Noah—from a vantage point far above, like a Savior clad in a black robe.

History unfolded before him.

He saw the lush, untouched lands of Noah in an ancient past, where life thrived without intelligent beings. Then came the Doomsday Race, humanoid conquerors who enslaved civilizations, sacrificing tens of thousands daily to their insatiable gods.

Pain and despair gave birth to a crimson mist, a harbinger of destruction, and accompanying deities.

Bai Yan witnessed the Noah

people, fleeing their crumbling

world under the Rainbows’

protection, arriving in the

current world of Noah. He saw

the wars that followed—the

near extinction of the Noahs,

their desperate prayers, and

the Rainbows’ eventual

salvation.

As Bai Yan soared, he felt an

immense connection to this

fragmented history—a vast

web of stories, pain, and

triumph.

But amidst it all, he saw them.

The Outer Gods.

Chaotic, colossal entities that

embodied destruction and

madness. Silent, they gazed

upon him, and though no

words were spoken, a

cacophony of voices flooded

his mind, dragging him into an

abyss of fear.

But Bai Yan did not falter.

Even as his soul began to

distort and decay, he resisted.

When the Outer Gods

threatened to tear him apart,

an icy emptiness enveloped

him—an absolute void.

And then, he understood.

This was the feeling of a soul

being sacrificed.

In a distant chamber, Merete

Chambers stood frozen, her

expression a mixture of

disbelief and anguish.

“Why did you do this?” she

murmured, her voice

trembling.

Tears welled in her eyes as she

clenched her fists.

“You raised her for this

moment, and yet you

sacrificed yourself instead.

Foolish. Reckless.”

Memories of her own past

surged forth—her forced

sacrifice under the Rainbow’s

decree. If, back then, her savior

had been Bai Yan instead of

the Rainbow… would her fate

have been different?

Suddenly, a searing heat

erupted from within her soul.

Her breath caught.

“The mark…” she whispered.

As the world of Noah teetered

on the brink of collapse, the

Savior’s soul ascended like an

angel, dissolving into the void

In Tatsumi City, Mu Ling knelt

silently, tears streaming as she

watched the one she adored

vanish.

The Savior had chosen

himself.

Through his sacrifice, the

Babel Tower would endure. His

will would persist, and the

world was saved once more.

The people of Noah rejoiced,

their prayers answered. Across

the land, both Noahs and

sinners praised the Savior of

Babel Tower.

But amid the celebrations, a

sword-wielding girl knelt

quietly in the streets of

Tatsumi City, her tears falling

like rain.

Her vow remained unbroken.

“I will keep my promise to you,”

she whispered.

In her heart, she knew:

No matter how deep the abyss,

no matter how vast the void…

She would bring him back.