Chapter 543
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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.
