Chapter 502

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Chapter 502: The Throne of the Sky

The rain fell gently, reviving the vegetation in the hometown.

Grass, grass, grass, grass, grass…!

Fireworks were easily extinguished.

Master Ronghua could feel the warmth and coldness of human emotions in that moment. He imagined hearing the sound of bankruptcy. The effort he had poured into this project—years of dedication, countless treasures, and immense resources to raise the kylin—had gone to waste.

He envisioned it like crafting a giant robot. The outer shell was complete, the hardware matched perfectly, and all that remained was installing the system. Yet, just as he was about to achieve success, someone had blown it to pieces.

It exploded like fireworks.

His mindset crumbled along with it.

Master Ronghua’s heart turned cold in that moment—frigid, like a void. A wave of murderous intent surged, endless and unforgiving.

Before this, he had hoped for a peaceful resolution, willing to compromise to avoid conflict. After all, years of preparation had been for enlightenment, a pinnacle in Yin and Yang magic. Every move—whether it was entering the imperial court, battling Nalan Jinghuai, or claiming Qingyang City as his own—was a step toward that ultimate goal.

But now, the lines were drawn. There was no turning back.

It was like the fateful duel in a famous detective story. Moriarty cherished Holmes as an opponent, yet when his plans fell apart, all he could feel was the urge to destroy.

For Master Ronghua, enlightenment was everything. He had abandoned all moral constraints to achieve it. The destruction of Qingyang City, the murder of Nalan Qingshu—these were not acts of hatred but calculated steps toward power.

Bai Wei smirked faintly, his expression mocking. He had seen men like this before: submissive when faced with strength but quick to exploit the weak. They disgusted him.

The memories of political turmoil surfaced—those he had struck down for exploiting the people, their cowardice disguised as ambition. Now, he saw the same kind of spinelessness in the martial world.

Bai Wei summoned his Golden Power. It was still in its early stages, fragile yet precise. He knew he had to conserve every ounce, focusing it to a single point. The opponent was stronger, yes, but precision could overcome brute strength.

“You still with me?” Bai Wei asked.

Nalan Qingshu stirred, her voice faint. “Don’t… leave me.”

“I won’t,” he replied firmly. He gestured to his back. “Ever seen nature shows? Hold on like a koala.”

Despite her weakness, she chuckled softly. Without hesitation, she climbed onto his back, clutching his shoulders tightly.

Her gaze, however, wandered past him to Master Ronghua.

Master Ronghua pressed his mask, its intricate parts shifting as it unleashed dormant power.

[Level: 47 → 49 → 53 → 61 → 59]

The surge faltered briefly, a sign that much of this strength came from external sources. Yet the cost didn’t matter to him now.

The Yin-Yang master abandoned all reason, fully prepared to risk his life.

“Come!” he roared, channeling the energy into a destructive Yin-Yang technique.

Bai Wei immediately understood the nature of the attack. It disrupted gravity, pulling all matter toward the center before collapsing into a void.

“Close your eyes,” Bai Wei told Nalan Qingshu.

“What?” she asked, startled.

“Just do it.”

Golden Power enveloped him. Through it, he reconstructed a memory—a silhouette of Liliana, her mastery of space and gravity manifesting in the Heroic Spirit Principle: Throne of the Sky.

With calculated precision, the golden figure struck the collapsing center of the Taiji Disk, shattering it.

Master Ronghua stumbled, blood spilling from his mouth. Despite the pain, he sneered.

“Fool… That flaw… was a trap. Destroying it… sealed your fate!”

The Taiji Disk shattered completely, collapsing the space around it. Chaos consumed the battlefield, erasing everything in its wake.

But from the void, Bai Wei emerged, unscathed. Behind him, the golden figure of Liliana faded, her presence a fleeting glimpse of divine mastery.

“It’s over,” Bai Wei said as he stepped into the lotus pond.

The water had nearly dried up, leaving only a fraction of its former volume.

Master Ronghua, battered and trembling, could barely comprehend what had happened. The realization of defeat crashed over him.

His lips quivered, torn between fury and despair.

“I was just… playing around… really…” he muttered weakly, his once imposing presence now reduced to nothing.