Chapter 412

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Chapter 412: Even if Carrying the Abyss

The lightning flashed, and the golden thunder struck fearlessly against the iron fist that shattered space.

In the midst of the clash, the air crackled with flashes of lightning, thunder, and the sound of spaces breaking apart. The battle between the second-grade heroic spirit and the golden emperor created a magnificent yet deadly scene.

Ordinary people caught in such a conflict might not survive beyond three breaths.

Bai Wei, fearless in close combat and never relying on swords or magic in his past life, could suppress anyone with his Golden Power. Even the top gods, like Supreme Will, could not seal it. As a second-grade heroic spirit, he could easily kill his opponent with her eyes closed in less than ten breaths, shattering their Heroic Spirit Principle. Whether to reincarnate them again depended solely on his mood at that time.

But such thoughts of “I think” and “in the old days” were meaningless in the face of reality.

Reality was that the large bone had shattered into countless bone fragments, waiting to be picked up piece by piece.

Fortunately, memories remained, preserving the strength from the battle. The emperor had never been inferior in appearance. Even now, he had to maintain an advantage, or else the character’s image would collapse, and the fangirl witches would cry.

Among the witches in Black Rose, Bai Wei’s trusted aides were Gray Cat and the maidservant. Snow Leopard, Koi Fish (female), and Oleander all possessed unique talents.

Snow Leopard excelled in strong attacks and always took on the most dangerous tasks alone. While she appeared similar to Gray Cat, their combat styles were completely different.

Gray Cat specialized in manipulating mist, minds, and light magic, while Snow Leopard was skilled in elemental magic, especially thunder. Gray Cat was precise and graceful, like a sharp surgical blade; Snow Leopard, on the other hand, was wild and excessive, often engaging in one-sided battles with strong opponents. She was not purely a witch—her orc-like warlike bloodline remained, turning easy single-target sieges into ruthless slaughters.

The difference between precision and slaughter was like the difference between surgery and butchery.

Snow Leopard lacked patience, making her the worst when it came to fine control over magic. However, her innate sixth sense allowed her to master outrageous spells, which enhanced her physical body through elemental magic.

This was dangerous, as the human body is fragile and easily destroyed by elemental energy. But her reasoning was simple: if it could be destroyed so easily, it could also be rebuilt, even if it twisted or mutated in the process. Thus, she developed her unique spell—’Thundercloud Avatar’.

Bai Wei was completely shocked the first time he saw this spell.

It was like elementalizing a fruit from nature. Snow Leopard could transform her own flesh and blood into elemental energy. However, if not careful, she could explode into a human firework.

But this spell worked because it was theoretically feasible. The highest-level elemental spirits were life forms made of condensed energy, capable of materialization.

Many systems had similar techniques. For example, in Buddhism, there was a technique called Asura’s six-arm form, which grew extra arms from the shoulders and armpits, nearly indistinguishable from the original version.

However, this technique was still highly risky.

Thundercloud Avatar consumed an enormous amount of energy in battle. Every time Snow Leopard was injured, a portion of her flesh and blood was lost. If her magical power depleted, her life force would follow. If too much was depleted, she wouldn’t survive even after reverting to her original form.

Furthermore, Thundercloud Avatar required precise control of magical power. To replicate her body perfectly, Snow Leopard had to mimic this control with utmost precision. Otherwise, using this technique in combat would break down her physical body and drain massive amounts of mental and soul power.

From this perspective, Snow Leopard didn’t meet the requirements. But ironically, she was the technique’s original developer, and relying purely on her intuition, she could restore herself to her original state. Even if the energy consumption was excessive, she wouldn’t die. Instead, her physical body would shrink to the size of a seven or eight-year-old child.

Snow Leopard had plans to improve the technique further. She had already expanded the Thundercloud Avatar’s coverage to eighty percent of her entire body. Even with fatal injuries, she could transfer them as long as her heart and brain remained unharmed, avoiding immediate death.

The Witch Queen regarded this as the instinct of a wild beast.

But Thundercloud Avatar could not be popularized.

For Bai Wei, however, there was no pressure. The immense magical power required could be replenished through the Golden Engraving, and he possessed the necessary soul power. Yet, even after mastering the technique, he had never used it. Even in his prime as emperor, he had no need for Thundercloud Avatar. His Golden Power could create a golden legion out of nothing, including his physical body.

Snow Leopard, with her almost indestructible Thundercloud Avatar, survived countless attacks and battles. In the end, she emerged unscathed.

Now, Bai Wei had also manifested his own Thundercloud Avatar, though its range was limited to his two arms. If it were to cover his entire body, he would likely appear several years younger. His arms transformed, and golden thunder wove through his flesh.

The saintess sensed something unusual when Bai Wei’s hands tore apart, but in the next moment, violent thunder surged forth. It was as though the figure before her wasn’t human but the embodiment of lightning itself. Even if her fist could tear through space, it couldn’t destroy the endless flashes of thunder.

Bai Wei moved his fingertips, retracting his hands from the golden thunder, and they remained unharmed.

The Blind Saintess was briefly stunned, then resumed her boxing stance.

Bai Wei spoke, “How many times can you shatter?”

“Until you are unable to sustain it any longer!”

“Then let’s give it a try!” Bai Wei sneered.

The emperor transformed into a streak of golden lightning, instantly shattering the floor beneath his feet. In the blink of an eye, he crossed a hundred meters, narrowly avoiding the blind fist just before it made contact.

The fist disappeared quickly, almost catching up with the thunder to intercept it.

Bai Wei reappeared from the golden thunder and waved his hand. His fingers plunged into the ether, grabbing two streaks of lightning. He casually threw them, and the white brick walls of the sanctuary were coated in gold. Two thunder dragons roared and crashed into the Blind Saintess.

The thunder dragons coiled and attacked like Hanzi opening wide.

The saintess threw a punch to meet them, combining strength with skill. As a proclaimed saint from the dark ages, her iron fists had killed countless members of different races, including personally subduing the ancient dragons!

A punch broke the spines of the two thunder dragons, causing them to explode and die within seconds.

She lunged forward once more, punching towards the king. Her fist shattered his recently formed left hand, causing space to crack and his hand to disintegrate into thunder.

Sparks of electricity shot out, leaving charred marks on her body.

The saintess advanced further, throwing a more aggressive left hook. Though her repeated approaches seemed reckless, she intended to trade injuries. However, after this punch landed, she found herself severely injured, with her vulnerability exposed.

Bai Wei raised his right hand, anticipating the interception position. But both his hands were torn apart, leaving him unable to counterattack momentarily. It seemed certain his opponent would launch even more vicious consecutive strikes. So, he let go of his right hand and chose a different approach.

He grabbed the saintess’s arm from behind and pushed and pulled, causing her right fist to miss and strike a stone pillar, shattering the hall with a loud crash.

The Blind Saintess was surprised; the opponent seemed to know martial arts too, but in a different way. It felt more like the Thunder Country… Before she could think further, she saw a flash of lightning from the corner of her eye. The emperor’s recovered left hand touched her face.

The saintess couldn’t dodge in time and bit down on his hand. The bite force tore through his mutated palm, scattering it into lightning. Her mouth was injured, and blood, smelling burnt, trickled from the corner of her lips.

Bai Wei quickly moved several tens of meters away, and his fingers grasped the air. Thunder clouds descended, and lightning struck like raindrops.

The Blind Saintess raised her robe, catching the falling thunder like snowflakes and hailstones. She released them, and the ground was covered in scattered thunder, like a lively firecracker celebration.

The emperor and the saintess stared at each other, a hint of seriousness and surprise in their eyes.

Bai Wei was surprised by her martial arts prowess. She had fought through countless battles, even using her teeth. Unfortunately, he hadn’t reached the point of grabbing a woman’s hair, otherwise, he would have had numerous opportunities to yank it out.

The saintess, on the other hand, was astonished by the emperor’s solid foundation. How many rulers had the patience to cultivate such strength without relying on mysterious golden power? She thought she had the upper hand, but now, both sides were at a standstill.

Unable to rely on the Heroic Spirit Principle or mysterious power, they could only rely on their fighting skills. Neither side wanted to prolong the fight, desiring a quick resolution.

They needed an opportunity to break the deadlock.

The opportunity came.

The two were too absorbed in the battle to care about protecting the artifacts and buildings. The supporting pillar of the sanctuary had collapsed. What had once been a majestic sanctuary now resembled a damaged cathedral after a fire, crumbling and falling apart. Falling stones, spreading cracks, and increasing instability signaled its imminent destruction.

The Blind Saintess suddenly realized what Bai Wei might be planning. She shouted, “No!”

But it was too late.

Bai Wei’s right leg stood firmly on the ground. The Golden Engraving continuously supplied him with magical energy, so he didn’t need to worry about depleting his magic. With this advantage, he could engage in a battle of attrition with his opponent—but he didn’t need to.

He raised his palm and released a powerful thunderstorm from the thunderclouds that had gathered before the battle. It pierced through the floor and struck the center of Broken Paradise, right beneath the sanctuary. The mountain was hollow, like a tower of biscuits, held together by five pieces. With little effort, its top could be pierced. The unleashed thunder had nowhere to dissipate. From a distance, the entire mountain peak began to crumble from the top.

With the collapse of the sanctuary and the mountains, the fragments of paradise hidden beneath them finally revealed themselves.

The fragments of paradise were like an incomplete canvas. The saintess’s goal was to connect it with the original canvas, keeping the patterns intact. But Bai Wei’s goal was to obtain the canvas itself, even if it got dirty.

The Blind Saintess’s anger grew. She stepped on the broken floor and shattered stones, leaping towards the floating fragments of paradise.

But in the next moment, she felt heavy pressure on her forehead.

Bai Wei rewarded her with a kick, a return for the several arms broken earlier. Then, stepping on the lightning, he grabbed the fragment of heaven.

A gentle light began to shine.

[The event has ended]

[Obtained the fragment of heaven]

Bai Wei looked down at the multitude of beings.

…From now on, I will be the manager of dogs!