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Chapter 814 - 452: The Ancient God Arrives, The Ancient God Departs_2

Chapter 814: Chapter 452: The Ancient God Arrives, The Ancient God Departs_2

Who could it be?

The god who could catch a falling star with such an easy and calm demeanor must be among the very top of Ancient Gods.

In this moment, the desperate people once again ignited the flame of hope, their eyes burning as they watched the figure high above.

...

"I am not late."

Wrapped in a golden radiance, Master Fang let out a long sigh, wielding infinite majestic power.

That was close!

He had started preparing the moment the Lord of the Blood Lake appeared, yet even though Liu Feng and the others exchanged dozens of moves with the Lord of the Blood Lake, only a short amount of real-world time had passed.

Master Fang needed to call forth power, to burn Wood as fuel, and he had almost failed to arrive in time.

If he had been too late, his only option would have been to use the Advent Card of Chi Tian Zhu.

At this moment,

Master Fang, wearing the Godslayer weapon "Master of Realms," had a large amount of the world’s power from Blue Star stored within. Additionally, before leaving, he had taken a substantial amount of pure faith power from the memorial stele, which now burned within him as temporary fuel.

He stared at the Lord of the Blood Lake, his expression grave.

"A ninth-tier being, a high-ranking entity."

This was the third such being he had encountered. The first two were the Lord of the Blood Lake and the Duke of Shades.

The Lord of the Blood Lake had clearly made a personal appearance, in a state similar to that of the Lord of the Blood Lake at that time. However, back then, Master Fang had been backed by Blue Star, able to call upon an endless supply of the world’s power, but now he was in Yunhui Great Domain, with the stored power in "Master of Realms" being sourceless.

But...

"I am no longer the person I once was."

"In the replica of spacetime, within the Time-Swirled Secret Realm, I have cultivated for more than ten additional years compared to that day."

He had transcended the pinnacle of myths.

His mastery over power, his dissection of the world’s power, had reached unimaginable heights.

"If I use the world’s power against an enemy, I can only contend with high-ranking beings at most, unless they retreat first; otherwise, it would certainly be myself who shows weakness."

This won’t do.

The Lord of the Blood Lake might not have a mind that easily fabricates fantasies like the Lord of the Blood Lake.

However, that does not necessarily mean the Lord of the Blood Lake was overly imaginative.

"Back then, I fought using only the world’s power, which was as absurd as an Awakener not using their skills or abilities and merely relying on the raw energy of life to fight."

Initially, I didn’t know how to use it.

Now, I can’t say I’ve mastered it either. At most, I can manipulate the world’s power in some flexible ways, but I cannot transform the world’s power into laws, powers, or authorities.

I am but a humble myth.

But I have the "Flamefire Belief"; by channeling the world’s power through this belief to burn, I can realize the power transformation.

But there are limitations.

The skill transformed is crucial.

If I burn the world’s power just to amplify basic skills like Palm Thunder or Blade Slash, no matter how high-grade the fuel is, it’s useless.

Like installing a nuclear battery in an electric scooter, it would still only reach the speed of an electric scooter.

The skill limits the potential.

And legendary skills are barely suitable to be matched with world’s power of Crimson Grade fuel.

Master Fang hid inside the Time Secret Realm, quietly researching, and it took a long while before he grasped a bit of understanding. Now, the skill he was most proficient in was undoubtedly—Tree of Life.

He held up the catastrophe star, but behind him, there was no towering, earth-piercing giant tree shadow.

Just,

On the surface of the catastrophe star, which was as massive as a star, suddenly sprouted one tender shoot after another.

They grew and strengthened, absorbing the corrupted energy from the catastrophe star. Soon the surface of the catastrophe star was covered with cracks, spreading until they engulfed its entire body.

Crack—

Boom!

The catastrophe star shattered, utterly obliterated, leaving only countless fine rock fragments falling like raindrops.

The myths did not care.

Such small stones could not kill, and Torrent Port was protected by a great array—they were only staring wide-eyed at the giant bud that remained in the place of the shattered catastrophe star.

It was slowly blooming, sprinkling down countless seeds of life.

In an instant,

Trees sprouted from the earth, from the oceans, and even on the filthy black river, a series of lush trees that didn’t belong grew.

"This is..."

The rumbling echoed between heaven and earth, and the Lord of the Blood Lake became increasingly doubtful.

"The power of plants."

His mud, his catastrophe star, both contained laws and powers of decay, gloom, and darkness, capable of eroding everything they touched; they naturally had an overwhelming dominance over all objects and abilities in the world.

That is what power is.

Only power can confront power.

And at this moment, the range of his power was rapidly receding.

Yet, he was the Lord of the Blood Lake, worthy of serving alongside the Sovereign.

He became angry.

The heavens and earth changed with his wrath, the black rivers churned violently, and the distant dark ocean grew even deeper and blacker.

Gray-black mud rose from the riverbed and beaches, and swiftly expanded, covering everything within sight.

The next moment,

As if reflecting in a mirror, the firmament above mirrored the endless mud of the earth, slowly descending.

If the earlier descent of the catastrophe star was like the sky falling, now the ’like’ could be removed.

The sky was truly collapsing!

The oppression was suffocating, and it seemed as if the entire space of the Great Domain was trembling.

The myths and demigods seemed to see that with the sky falling, the entire area would gradually compress until it turned into a flat plane, like a painting scroll smeared with mud. By then, everything within the domain would be erased.

It was then that the entity shrouded in golden radiance made a move.

Without any visible action, without any suffocating display of power, a thick brown root grew from the ground, rapidly expanding into a towering tree.