Guang Ming Bi Lei's towering walls loomed, the vast sea shrouded in darkness.

The Dead Sea spread rapidly.

Now, the entire Central Continent was enveloped in shadows, countless extraordinary beings submerged in the mental sea known as the "Dead Sea."

Within this sea, there was only one master.

Immersed in the shadows of the Dead Sea, as if sinking thousands of miles beneath the deep ocean, the deepest reaches of the mental sea were devoid of light. Chaotic codes drifted among the dark clouds above Central Continent, a manifestation of mental will entering the real world... In this pitch-black sea, only a small area still emitted a faint glow.

That was the tip of the Source Tower, the end of the Divine War.

This glimmer... came from the Light Seed.

A flawless land of less than a hundred meters stood against the Dead Sea, and as one of the Highest Seats, Meng Xizhou was the only one in the entire sea with the "spare strength" to resist the deep sea.

However, the Divine War with Qinglong had consumed a great deal of her divine power.

This land of light was being slowly eroded by the Dead Sea.

The Traveler's condition was even worse than Meng Xizhou's. In the previous Divine War, he had played the role of "vanguard" almost throughout. The power of the Seed Origin that he had painstakingly refined was almost defeated by the Sky Seed. At this moment, he walked with difficulty to the two pieces of solid ice in the center of the land of light, his expression uncertain.

The good news was that there were still two Divine Seats here.

The bad news was... these two Divine Seats were in worse shape than him.

Lin Lei and Bai Shu were sealed in solid ice. After fighting Qinglong for five years, these two Divine Seats had almost burned out everything they had in order to leave enough time for the outside world. In the end, they had no choice but to adopt a "mutual destruction" tactic. This layer of solid ice wrapped their last vitality. The melting of the solid ice was equivalent to the melting of life.

They knew that if they were defeated, the Seed would definitely be seized by Qinglong.

Thus...

This layer of Great Cold Origin was the final "last stand."

If the Three Continents Alliance could win, there would naturally be enough time to wait for the ice and snow to melt before taking out the Seed.

"Dead Sea... is this the monster you created?"

The Traveler's voice was hoarse, with a hint of sarcasm: "Linking hundreds of millions of extraordinary beings to create a super mental sea. Once this kind of thing is not bound by rules, it can kill all the linked people with just one thought."

"Don't forget that your entire race is on the list of linked people."

Gu Xiaoman spoke coldly, retorting: "Given the nature of the deep sea, if it wants to carry out a great destruction, those beyond the Great Wall will die first."

"..."

The Traveler was silent.

He didn't care about those low-level sacrificial victims. Those extraordinary beings without intelligence were like Mithril bullets used for strategic reserves in the human world. The superiors only cared about whether the power of the bullets after they were fired was sufficient, and would not feel sorry for the bullets being smashed to pieces.

But he knew that Gu Xiaoman was right.

The high-level extraordinary beings he valued most, as well as the core clansmen with advanced intelligence, were also on the linked list!

Standing in the light, Bai Xiu took a deep breath. He silently drew his bow and prepared to shoot again.

"Bai Xiu, don't waste your strength..."

Meng Xizhou's weak voice sounded in his ear: "The Dead Sea that is trapping us now is condensed by the mental will of at least tens of millions of people... Even if you burn out your life, you can't kill these tens of millions of people."

What's more.

When tens of millions of people die, tens of millions more will stand up.

Even without Meng Xizhou's reminder, Bai Xiu would not really draw his bow, because in the vision of Achilles' Heel, he saw thousands of weaknesses. Every point in the dense Dead Sea was an excellent place to attack. Perhaps one arrow could obliterate thousands or tens of thousands of soul wills.

But this was meaningless.

Because there were too many, too many.

No matter how much he burned his life, he could not penetrate this Dead Sea.

Meng Xizhou coughed dully and told a joke that was not funny: "The only thing worth celebrating is... Qinglong suffered the backlash first. From the results, it seems that we won the Divine War."

But no one laughed.

Even the Traveler, who had completed the soul contract, did not laugh.

"The deep sea wants to 'eat' everyone."

The Traveler stood in front of the solid ice and said expressionlessly: "I don't want to die here, and you shouldn't want to either, right?"

He had been trying to get his hands on Bai Shu and Lin Lei.

When Gu Changzhi's remnant soul violently beat Qinglong, he saw clearly that the power of the Great Cold Origin was actually penetrated, and the power of these two Seeds was added to Gu Changzhi.

Now he wanted to recreate this scene—

He just didn't know how to do it.

"Save your energy."

Meng Xizhou lowered her eyes. If she was in the outside world now, she would be a thousand times careful and ten thousand times wary.

After completing the soul oath, the Traveler's behavior was no longer bound by fate.

In other words.

This old world Divine Seat was likely to become a new enemy of mankind.

But now...

Trapped in the Dead Sea, the Traveler's remaining power was weaker than hers. Everyone was on the same front. If she died, then the Traveler would have to die with her.

"If these two pieces of solid ice can be easily melted... then Qinglong would have done so long ago."

Meng Xizhou said: "How is your current power compared to the peak Qinglong?"

The Traveler's expression was ugly.

He frowned and muttered: "Gu Changzhi... how did he do it?"

Among the people present, Gu Xiaoman, who was the weakest, spoke at this moment.

She softly uttered two words.

"Limitless." (Wu Liang)

Qinglong's invincible defense was called Limitless.

And Mr. Gu Changzhi's invincible boxing technique was also called Limitless.

Although the two had the same name...

But the power contained was different!

In Annihilation Dream (Yan Meng), Gu Xiaoman lit the envelope. In a sense, during those few minutes of the Divine War, she and Mr. Gu Changzhi's remnant soul were in a state of mental resonance, and because of this, she saw clearly the origin of Mr. Gu Changzhi's fist... The reason why the Fighting Seed and the War Seed broke through the Great Cold Origin.

It was because of Mr. Gu Changzhi's "Limitless" that was related to time!

He could instantly appear in front of Qinglong.

His fist could instantly arrive at Qinglong's cheek!

His Limitless was more powerful than Qinglong's Limitless—

Because he controlled the unsolvable Origin of Time, this Origin power was even more powerful than Bai Shu's Reversal!

Rather than saying that the Fighting Seed and the War Seed responded actively.

It was better to say that Gu Changzhi broke through the Great Cold Origin with the Origin of Time, so he successfully borrowed the brilliance of these two sealed Seeds!

This kind of miracle could not be replicated.

Gu Xiaoman said what she saw as the "essence of Limitless," and the Traveler's eyes dimmed a lot.

"Limitless... how can there be such vast and unfathomable power in this world..."

Although the Divine War had ended.

But when he recalled the moment Gu Changzhi threw his fist, he still felt palpitation.

Years ago, Hades had told him that the man Gu Changzhi was terrible. He just smiled slightly and didn't take it too seriously...

If he had seen the scene of Gu Changzhi's shot earlier, how dare he have those crooked thoughts about the Five Continents?

"To take a step back, if these two pieces of Great Cold Ice can be easily broken through, then the deep sea would have already invaded."

Meng Xizhou smiled faintly and said, "Don't forget, the Dead Sea has been released, and now it has become the only master of this place."

The deep sea merged Qinglong into the Dead Sea without hesitation.

But it has been slow to attack this land of light...

Obviously, it regarded the entire Central Continent as food.

The Divine Seat who still had a trace of remaining strength was still a Divine Seat. Facing Meng Xizhou after opening the light barrier, the deep sea did not choose to attack forcefully... It cared more about its "twelfth upgrade," so it just used the Dead Sea to soak the Holy Light, preparing to leave this hardest bone to gnaw on until the end.

The Traveler narrowed his eyes and stared at Meng Xizhou's face.

He noticed that this woman's expression seemed only weak, without much panic.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course I am."

"Then... do you still have a backup plan?"

"No."

Meng Xizhou shrugged her shoulders frankly and said, "In the name of the Gu Clan, summoning the divine thoughts of the envelope, and sending out the power of the Seed at the same time, severely injuring Qinglong... This is my biggest backup plan for ascending the Source Tower. I know that after this move, even if Qinglong doesn't die, she will be seriously injured... I originally planned to leave the things behind to Bai Xiu."

After this move, the difficulty of killing Qinglong was greatly reduced...

If there was no accident of the Dead Sea coming.

Then Xiaoxiu, holding the Extinguished Candle, would complete the final harvest!

"You..."

The Traveler was speechless. He couldn't speak, but his intuition told him that this matter was not that simple.

"So..."

He stared at Meng Xizhou's eyes and asked word by word: "What are you waiting for?"

"You... are quite敏锐." (Min Rui - perceptive, sharp)

Meng Xizhou shook her head with a smile.

She suddenly asked a question that was irrelevant to the current situation: "Do you believe in fate?"

This question made the Traveler not know how to answer for a while.

Originally, he didn't believe in fate.

If he really believed that fate existed, how could he desperately bring his clan across from the distant void, just to find an oasis that did not belong to the "Travelers"?

But after signing a contract with Hades, he began to believe it.

Fate was like hundreds of millions of gears stirred together. Once it started, it would not stop.

"I once saw a stunning scene in the Forbidden Book Tower."

Meng Xizhou said softly: "The sky and earth were dark, and everything was without light... But there was a ray of light that tore through the endless shadows and descended."

The Traveler's question touched her heart.

["What are you waiting for?"]

Over the years, too many people had asked Meng Xizhou this question.

The Three Continents Alliance couldn't wait to launch a general offensive against Central Continent, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the Light Divine Seat.

So, from the moment she completed the Light Seed, someone proposed a plan to launch a general offensive—

But these proposals were suppressed by her.

So, there was such a question.

Everyone knew that Meng Xizhou was waiting.

But no one knew what Meng Xizhou was waiting for.

"What I'm waiting for is that ray of light."

Meng Xizhou took a light breath. Her own eyes were actually a little lost.

In the Forbidden Book Tower, she saw the scene of Gu Shen riding the serpent back to the Five Continents...

This was the most hopeful and glorious scene in countless fate reflections.

So she suppressed everyone's proposal for a general offensive. What she wanted to wait for most was not Bai Xiu finding the Extinguished Candle, nor Gu Xiaoman getting the envelope.

It was Gu Shen's return.

And now, the scene of the Dead Sea enveloping Central Continent was exactly the same as the prophecy scene in the Forbidden Book Tower. Meng Xizhou realized that the desperate scene shrouded in shadows was not born because of Qinglong...

"I believe in fate."

Meng Xizhou said softly: "So I believe that ray of light will come."

The voice had just fallen.

The light barrier suddenly felt a tremor.

Meng Xizhou subconsciously raised her head.

Under the shroud of the Dead Sea, the entire Central Continent was pulled into the vast mental sea... As the Highest Seat, she could barely feel some of the movements of the Dead Sea with the power of the Seed.

Meng Xizhou knew that a large number of extraordinary people were connecting every second.

The deep sea's computing power was soaring at a terrifying speed.

And at this moment...

The Dead Sea suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a sword had been pierced into the Dead Sea.

"That is?"

The Traveler also felt this tremor.

He looked at the darkness outside the light barrier in disbelief.

Bai Xiu quickly raised his bow again.

The scene seen by Achilles' Heel had changed... The thousands of weaknesses floating at the end of the Dead Sea began to dissolve rapidly at a speed he could not understand. An extremely dazzling black light crashed into this vast sea.

That was... the descent of Netherfire!

……

……

"Boom!"

What was inserted into the Dead Sea was indeed a sword.

The giant sword composed of Netherfire easily pierced through the Guang Ming Bi Lei, creating a hole in Central Continent like tearing paper... But the Dead Sea did not overflow outward with this hole, because countless Netherfire was boiling and burning in the seawater, and a new wall was rebuilt inside the Source Wall.

These Netherfires quickly extended, turning into a more towering giant wall prison, tightly enveloping the Dead Sea!

Under the dark clouds of the sky, a dark throne was condensed.

This throne originally belonged to Qinglong... but now the deep sea was sitting on it.

It sat alone in the sky, looking down at thousands of creatures under its knees.

The twelfth upgrade was smoother than expected. The expansion of the Dead Sea domain had been initially completed. The Three Continents fleet that wanted to attack the Upper City had also been successfully swallowed. Next, what it had to do was... digest.

Just as the deep sea was preparing to melt these mental calculations.

The Dead Sea was suddenly torn open a small gap—

This sword came too suddenly.

The entire Dead Sea was trembling, so that the throne on the top of the Upper City was shaking.

The deep sea, which was preparing to enjoy the gluttonous feast, was expressionless, slowly moved its head, and looked at the broken Source Wall.

At the end of the Netherfire sword.

It was a dazzling divine flame, piercing through the dome, a magnificent and spectacular scene.

Covered in golden fire, like a glass serpent, roaring and dancing, descending from the sky.

And the boy standing on the serpent's forehead, wearing a dark, dull cloak, with a dim flame burning between his eyebrows.

……

……

(Everyone, I have been suffering from severe insomnia recently, so I adjusted my underworld schedule yesterday to avoid everyone from chasing updates in the underworld.)

(End of this chapter)