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Chapter 1037 - 1037 528 White Bird Sacred Fists Gift (4000)_2

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Mongki raised his right hand and pinched the Ripple Ring on his middle finger. Purple thunder flowed like little snakes, crackling and sizzling. In the next second, a slight force was applied with his left hand, and the Ripple Ring was removed.

“Dust to dust, earth to earth.”

“Let everything of these past decades, come to a thorough end…”

He looked at the ring in his palm, which had accompanied him for over twenty years, a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes. But in a blink, Mongki threw the Ripple Ring into the distant Undying Flames. With a bang, the ripple power was engulfed by the flames, thunder flickering, before finally silencing. The blue Supreme Ripple Ring turned black, cracks appeared, and it shattered completely.

Elsewhere, within the towering flames, the Golden Red Giant that the Saint Fist Yan Yang had become slowly stood up. He looked up at the sky, towards the ashes fluttering all over the sky like snow. His eyes seemed lost and hollow.

“The Pale Origin is dead… how many tens of thousands of years have passed? Too long, too long…”

“Yes, it’s fallen. But Yan Yang, the Pale Origin still has its other half on the Pale Land of the World of Calamities. If left unattended, it might develop a second consciousness.” A white trace streaked across the sky, revealing the aged silhouette of the White Bird Sacred Fist.

“Yes, it still has half a body! The battle isn’t completely over… I will return to the World of Calamities… and burn the Pale Origin to ashes…”

The eyes of Saint Fist Yan Yang gradually cleared, flames igniting in the emptiness.

The White Bird Sacred Fist nodded silently. He had actually already sensed that something was off about Saint Fist Yan Yang—a feeling as if a will was hovering on the edge of collapse. Therefore, he spoke up to remind him, to make Yan Yang conscious of his goal once more, and to solidify his resolve.

If the White Bird Sacred Fist hadn’t spoken up, Saint Fist Yan Yang might have collapsed after killing the Pale Origin. Understandably, Yan Yang, in order to bind the stronger Pale Origin, had ignited his spirit into Undying Flames, to burn with it forever. Every moment, he endured pain that was horrific beyond measure, his will constantly under siege. Remember, Yan Yang was the Saint Fist, yet his previous demeanor and state were more akin to that of the Tyrant Fist. Emotionally volatile, with a fierce personality, even to the point of madness.

In fact, this was the change brought about by tens of thousands of years of torment. Without venting through intense emotions, Saint Fist Yan Yang might have already gone mad from the endless suffering. For him to continue living is tiresome and painful. Once the spirit is ignited by the Undying Flames, it cannot be extinguished again. This is why after the fall of the Pale Origin, Saint Fist Yan Yang was in a daze, his will waning. He wanted to die…

But the White Bird Sacred Fist reminded him that everything was far from over. Live on, for the world that follows, for the human race. Even if it’s just for oneself, to continue an unfinished revenge. This is the courage needed to endure the pain.

Any other Sacred Fist may not be qualified to say these words. But the White Bird Sacred Fist was qualified, not because of his supreme strength, but because he too was enduring the Moon God Curse and the Death Abyss Seal. Both were extremely malignant and vicious, torturing those affected endlessly. For instance, the Death Abyss Seal meant that every moment, the bottomless depths of the Black Sea exerted a suction force on him, pulling at his organs, blood vessels, and cellular structure, as if tearing him apart.

And from time to time, the suction force would increase by more than tenfold. Even without falling into the seabed, the curse induced a real illusion of being drawn helplessly, desolately, and despairingly into the depths of the Black Sea. It was suffocating.

And that was just the Death Abyss Seal, there was also the Moon God Curse.

Not to mention, the White Bird Sacred Fist is currently voluntarily on the land of the World of Calamities. The effects of the curse and seal increased exponentially, compounding every second, to the point of absolute despair. Yet, the White Bird Sacred Fist held on, with his attack stance still so graceful. One could not tell that his physical body was enduring extreme pain, demonstrating remarkable endurance.

Clearly, he was qualified to encourage Saint Fist Yan Yang to keep living.

After all, it wasn’t a case of not having tasted bitterness oneself, yet advising others to be virtuous.

In the core area of the Ash Boundary,

two silhouettes fell from the sky. One was a gaunt white-haired old man, the other a blurry humanoid flame. They stepped onto the ground, behind them, the massive remains of a tree burned with an accelerating fervor.

“Tap tap tap…”

A series of steady footsteps approached.

Casio’s silhouette appeared amidst the firelight.

He looked at the White Bird Sacred Fist, then turned towards the nearby Saint Fist Yan Yang. He immediately performed a juniors’ gesture of respect from the Secret Martial Arts World, to express his deference.

This was not submission to one with greater strength.

It was respect for the pioneers of the Secret Martial Art, the seniors of the Southern Dipper Vein.

“Senior predecessors, it’s my first time meeting you. My name is Casio.”

“Hahaha…” The white-haired elder suddenly burst into laughter, “This isn’t the first time we’ve met. When your will spread to the World of Calamities, we had already encountered each other.” His expression suddenly became serious as he looked at Casio with appreciation, praising him, “Successor of the Southern Dipper, you’ve qualified…”

“I should say, very qualified, very good indeed.”

“Without having reached the Holy Fist Realm, you were able to break one of the five main branches of the Pale Origin. Even though it was only half broken, it’s enough for me to see the depth of your foundation. At least, it’s much deeper than mine, Blood Vulture, and Sonic Snake’s were…” The White Bird Sacred Fist was never one to mince words. When he said he admired Casio, he listed Casio’s strengths explicitly, demonstrating a majestic and generous aura.

“This time, as I entered this special domain from the World of Calamities, I brought a gift specifically for you. I believe you are capable of fully assimilating it.” He looked at Casio and said, “So, are you ready to receive my transmission now? The Southern Dipper Water Bird Fist, the Barbed Feather Energy, it’s all here…”

The palm of the White Bird Sacred Fist gently stroked through the air.

In mid-air, a colossal phantom of a Water Bird suddenly appeared, elegantly and brutally skimming over the lake surface. Its white barbed feathers were like steel metal.

It exuded a divine and clear sensation, truly majestic and noble.

“Let’s wait a moment, I still have something to do.” Casio shook his head and walked straight toward the Pale Origin Corpse in the distance. The White Bird Sacred Fist and the Saint Fist of Yan Yang exchanged glances, then their figures floated as they followed him.

Wherever the three passed, the undying flames burning ferociously automatically receded to either side. Revealing the earth that had been charred and crystallized from incineration.

Click-click-click-click…

As they walked, there was a slight sound of hard objects colliding.

Casio arrived before the remains of the Pale Origin.

By now, its body had shrunk to who knows how many times smaller.

One reason was the explosive healing of the Pale Origin itself, continually consuming its essence. The other was due to the incineration of the Undying Flames, frenziedly eradicating its vitality.

The remaining corpse wasn’t as exaggerated as a mountain anymore.

“What a pity…” Casio thought to himself.

But there was no helping it. To bring down an Ultimate Dark Entity was extremely difficult; it could only be done by constant depletion, constant weakening. And such a form of combat meant it was impossible to obtain a complete corpse of an Ultimate Dark Entity. Just look, even the combined forces of Saint Fist of Yan Yang and the White Bird Sacred Fist under special conditions couldn’t finish it in one fell swoop.

However, even so, the remaining carcass of the Pale Origin was still an unimaginable Gluttonous Feast for a demon idol secret weapon. It was akin to dragon liver and phoenix marrow, a rare delicacy. After all, it was an Ultimate Dark Entity…

“This time, the Magic puppet secret weapon will have a grand feast.”

Casio did not hesitate and immediately pushed the Magic puppet secret weapon to operate at full force.

Gushes of black spirit oozed out of the pores of his body, forming a tall and imposing Giant Statue behind him.

Casio did not hesitate and immediately pushed the Magic puppet secret weapon to operate at full force.

Gushes of black spirit oozed out of the pores of his body, forming a tall and imposing Giant Statue behind him.