Chapter 163
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Chapter 163: Title
Jiang Nan, being mercilessly berated, remained oblivious to the online frenzy. He was currently reveling in the exhilarating dominance of his power.
Plunging into the throng, he unleashed his full might, obliterating countless extraordinary individuals with a single strike.
Nilora glanced at the young man beside her. For now, they remained safe as the sudden monstrous apparition primarily targeted densely populated areas.
"Lady Nilora," came the urgent whisper, "we cannot linger in hiding forever. Discovery is inevitable."
The priestess pondered before responding, "Neh, have you any counsel?"
Neh—the Kshatriya youth selected by Ye Linlang from multitudes in India—stood apart from others who basked in extraordinary limelight under her gaze. His life’s work had been dedicated to uplifting India’s destitute masses. Empowered by the nation’s foremost extraordinary title, he’d transformed ambitious reforms into reality.
His crusade had softened since embracing faith in Earth Mother Prithvi. Across India, worship coalesced around this divine figure, with multitudes converting—especially among elite circles where officials and magnates, having witnessed divine manifestation, begrudgingly acquiesced to his demands.
These privileged souls cared less for temporal wealth than extended longevity… even immortality. Thus did Neh find toppling millennia-old hierarchies less arduous than anticipated. Yet India’s entrenched poverty demanded generations of effort despite such advantages.
Though outranking Neh in spiritual hierarchy, Nilora deeply respected his mission. Few high-caste individuals like him championed lower-caste causes in their homeland. Their meeting had sparked mutual admiration, leading them together to the Heavenly Law Battleground. Separated briefly by teleportation, fortune swiftly reunited them.
The priestess often sought Neh’s wisdom. Despite her sacred office as Earth Mother Prithvi’s chosen, she recognized his superior worldly experience.
After contemplation, Neh suggested, "Let us seek allies among those concealed nearby."
Not far off stood a white-robed Onmyoji, his Shikigami attendant cradling an unconscious alabaster fox. The ice-haired kimono-clad spirit stirred as her charge awakened.
"Where…?" The fox’s golden eyes blinked in confusion. "Where’s Yang Xingyu? You’re—Abe Masanari?"
The Onmyoji smiled behind his folding fan. "We intervened when monsters pursued you. You collapsed post-rescue."
Twitching whiskers betrayed Hu Mei’s discomfort at being held. She sprang gracefully earthward. "My gratitude, Abe Masanari. We met when I accompanied Taoist Priest Li Canghai to Fusang."
"Of course," the white fox blood heir nodded amiably. "Your companion inquired about vanished monsters? That leviathan summoned them."
Following his gaze, Hu Mei recoiled at the mountainous horror dominating the horizon. She scrambled up a tree in panic. "This was supposed to be a training ground! What madness conjured such a fiend?"
Abe Masanari’s voice turned probing. "You possess insights about this realm, don’t you?"
The fox pawed her muzzle awkwardly. "Didn’t the demon lords brief you? After bloodline purification trapped me in this form…" Her voice trailed off, ears flattening in frustration.
"The Heavenly Law Battleground, as the name implies, hosts duels under celestial oversight—typically non-lethal encounters. To my knowledge, no lives have ever been lost there."
"Countless deaths have occurred," Abe Masanari countered.
Hu Mei pressed her lips into a thin line, well aware of this truth.
As a fox spirit moderately proficient in illusions yet barely qualifying as Tier One, she’d recently fled panic-stricken from a pursuing monster. Had she been weaker, she’d have been slaughtered like defenseless prey.
Suddenly, the floating continent above trembled violently. Even through vast distances, they witnessed the landmass colliding catastrophically with their own world.
The apocalyptic sequence lasted under sixty seconds. Every survivor beheld…
The sky shattering.
A gargantuan landmass crashed from the void, spewing obsidian particles until the entire structure disintegrated.
Xu Li massaged his temples beside Qiao Feiyu. "Those falling objects… I sense impending disaster."
"Circumstances make that evident," Jiang Yao remarked, tugging her companion’s sleeve. "Bai Ye, can you continue?"
Pale from blood loss, Bai Ye gave a weak headshake. "Manageable."
【Global Mission Alert: [Desperate Escape·30m Countdown] Objective: Eliminate Abyssal Malice Collective. Participant cap: None.】
Yang Xingyu snorted through his frantic retreat. Were it not for the searing pain from monster-inflicted wounds, he’d swear this was some immersive reality game.
"Bullshit intel from spirit cultivators got everyone killed!" His furious outburst echoed among surviving extraordinary individuals—still numerous enough despite the Abyssal Malice Collective’s onslaught.
"We can’t flee endlessly. Forget killing them—just look at their numbers…" Yang Xingyu glared at the fractured heavens. "Hiding gains us nothing. Thirty minutes remain."
……
"Thirty minutes already?" Jiang Nan’s smirk turned predatory. He’d orchestrated this massacre through the system, but what did it matter?
These amateurs couldn’t possibly defeat him. Once they gathered, he’d crush them effortlessly, securing lavish Heavenly Law Battleground rewards.
Glancing at his mission points, he reconsidered: Murder brought fleeting satisfaction, but strategic point accumulation proved wiser.
As the landmass disintegrated, its inhabitants plunged downward.
Ao Yuan’s draconic form sensed powerful auras converging—fellow Tier Nine beings sharing this calamity.
The collapsing earth meant little to flight-capable practitioners above Tier Seven. Yet his golden eyes narrowed, body streaking toward descending figures. Simultaneously, sword light arced to cushion a falling human—
The White Sword Cultivator inclined her head respectfully, blade supporting survivors. "Dragon Lord."
Ao Yuan’s claws gently gripped two rescued humans. Ao Ming had mentioned this Tier Seven human sword cultivator. A terse "Hm" acknowledged her.
When the system’s alert echoed, high-tier beings instantly redirected toward the colossal Abyssal Malice Collective. Their wrath eclipsed lower-tier practitioners’ fears—insulted by this affront to their power.
Jiang Nan froze mid-rampage. Dozens of Spiritual Energy-rich entities charged his position.
System, explain!
【Illusionary Battlefield simulates cataclysmic convergence. Merging world fragments repatriate native lifeforms.】
Jiang Nan’s face contorted. "Victory chances?"
【Attempt first, master. How know without trying?】
"Consequences of failure?"
【Current expenditure: 280,000 points. Defeat triples debt.】
Jiang Nan’s jaw clenched. Bankruptcy loomed—one million points owed. Death itself couldn’t erase such debt.
As survivors landed, sword beams retracted.
Ye Linlang stretched, relinquishing Ji Lang’s identity. Her eye twitched at seeing Ye Er—her mediocre avatar—still breathing among elites.
Jiang Nan’s doom seemed certain. Though the Abyssal Malice Collective neared Tier Ten, numerous Tier Nine adversaries surrounded it.
Observing from above, Ye Linlang descended casually. Unleashing her true power would annihilate Jiang Nan’s sludge-monster form instantly—unsporting for mere theatrics.
"I’m finished."
【Unused ability remains.】
"What?!" Jiang Nan croaked, watching his health bar dip from Dragon Lord’s assault.
【Sacrifice.】
