Chapter 530: This sword, opening the path for civilization!

Countless thoughts filled with despair, regret, and pain,

Like the most vicious virus, they frenziedly infiltrated the interior of the Sword of Civilization.

They attempted to fundamentally undermine the fighting spirit of all Yanhuang descendants.

"Get out!"

Qin Wu's will transformed into a frenzied blade of light, fiercely slashing at those invading negative emotions.

But these thoughts are formless and intangible, fundamentally unable to be eradicated by physical or conceptual attacks.

The blade of light passed through, and they merely dissipated temporarily.

The next second they reassembled, becoming even more intense.

"Useless!"

Qin Si's will appeared extremely anxious.

"These are the materialization of information! They represent the ultimate law of the universe that is most negative, tending toward dead silence and chaos! Any orderly action of ours will be contaminated and assimilated by them!"

Indeed,

Under the impact of the mental tsunami, specks of gray began to appear on the warm, jade-like blade of the Sword of Civilization.

This is a sign that civilization is being corroded.

【Warning! The information structure of the Sword of Civilization is being contaminated!】

【Historical continuity has suffered a rupture!】

【The cohesion of collective will is declining!】

The alarms of the Opening Heaven System grew more urgent one after another.

If this situation is allowed to continue, within ten minutes the Sword of Civilization will begin to collapse from within.

Eventually it will become like those civilizational remnants, lifeless cosmic dust.

"Hahaha... Do you see..."

The chaotic and mad laughter of the Cosmic Instinctual Will suddenly echoed in everyone's hearts.

"This is the fate of rebels..."

"Your civilization, your history, are worthless before me..."

"Soon, you will become my newest collectible..."

Despair spread within the Sword of Civilization.

Even Qin Wu's warlike heart began to waver slightly.

Even a Level 9 Civilization cannot resist this ultimate fate; can they truly break it?

"Shut up, all of you!"

At this critical moment, a roar containing supreme majesty exploded from deep within the sword's core!

It was Qin Hao.

His will at this moment was no longer the vast ocean resonating with the Yanhuang descendants.

But transformed into a radiant sun that illuminates the ages and dispels all gloom.

"Death? Fate? The lament of losers?"

Qin Hao's voice was full of contempt and disdain.

"A bunch that can't even control their own fate, ultimately becoming fodder for others—what right do they have to point fingers at me here?"

His will was like an invisible sword, fiercely piercing into that mental tsunami.

"You say the death of the universe is irreversible?"

"Then today I will tell you what true life is!"

Qin Hao's will swept through the interior of the sword, brushing past every wavering soul of the Yanhuang descendants.

"Open your eyes wide and see clearly!"

"What is civilization?"

"Civilization is not about barely surviving, nor passively awaiting destruction!"

"It is lighting the first fire in the darkness!"

"It is building the first dike in the flood!"

"It is issuing the first defiant roar in despair!"

His voice rose higher and higher, like rolling thunder.

"What did we, the Yanhuang, rely on to go from nothing to contending for the stars?"

"Is it blaming heaven and others? Is it submitting to fate?"

"No!"

"It is relying on the will to conquer heaven!"

"It is relying on the courage of 'though thousands stand against me, I will go forward'!"

"It is the unyielding spirit of resistance engraved in the bones and blood of each of our descendants!"

Boom—!

Following Qin Hao's earth-shaking declaration, the countless wavering souls within the Sword of Civilization seemed to have been injected with a shot of the strongest stimulant.

Indeed!

Who are they?

They are the Yanhuang descendants!

They are the civilization that never trusts heaven, never trusts fate, but only trusts the swords in their own hands!

So-called death, so-called fate, are merely a joke before their civilization!

The mere curses of losers also seek to taint their will?

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

Millions of souls, at this moment, simultaneously uttered the same syllable!

That indomitable, rebellious, and forward‑driving will of civilization was driven to its peak at this moment.

The gray specks on the blade of the Sword of Civilization were swept clean by the torrent of this mighty will.

The whole sword again radiated a light more brilliant and dazzling than before.

"Now, let you losers see what true power really is!"

Qin Hao's will merged perfectly with the battle resolve of all Yanhuang people.

He wielded the Sword of Civilization, no longer merely defending passively.

He turned the tip of the sword, actively confronting the death army formed from countless remnants of civilization!

"This sword is not for destruction, not for killing!"

"This sword, only for…"

"Our civilization, carving a path to survival!"

"Slash!"

The word "slash" obeys the law as soon as it is spoken.

The Sword of Civilization transformed into a world‑shaking golden divine light, slashing fiercely into that gray death army.

This sword carries no complex rules or concepts.

It contains only the purest, most primal, most unreasonable force.

That is the five‑thousand‑year, ever‑living, unyielding will of the Yanhuang Civilization!

Sizzle—!

The golden divine light collided thunderously with the gray death army.

No explosion.

Only purification.

Those psychic tsunamis of failure and despair, upon meeting the golden sword light, were like darkness meeting dawn, ice meeting scorching sun.

Vaporize, purify.

Leaving not even a trace.

Those walking corpses made of civilization wreckage ceased their attacks after the sword light swept over them.

The painful, twisted faces on their surfaces gradually became calm and serene.

In the end they turned into tiny pure, untainted sources of information, dissipating into this gray sea.

The Sword of Civilization did not kill them.

Instead, it liberated them.

Using its own ever‑living civilizational will, it resolved the billions‑year‑long pain and resentment they had been imprisoned in, granting them ultimate release.

One sword!

Just one sword!

That death army composed of countless civilization wreckage was completely eradicated.

Ahead of the Sword of Civilization, there is no longer any obstacle.

Its tip now points far toward the center of that gray sea.

Pointing at the cosmic primal will that thrums violently, unable to believe the scene before it.

"No... impossible..."

For the first time, a feeling called fear arose in the chaotic thoughts of the cosmic primal will.

"Your will... why can it resist corrosion?"

"This does not follow the rules!"

"Rules?"

The Sword of Civilization emitted a grand voice.

"From today onward, I am the rule!"

The Sword of Civilization halted no longer; it surged with unstoppable, overwhelming battle will, becoming a golden arch that tore through chaos, striking straight at the cosmic brain at the center of that gray sea!

【Blasphemer!】

【You... have angered me!】