Chapter 657

In this world, there were many cultivators of the myriad clans who once resisted the gods, but now they are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns; the reason for this is that all those who resisted have perished.

Gods, in the vast majority of cases, can only be matched by gods, and as for cultivators wanting to slaughter gods, for countless years, apart from the Era War before the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou left, there have been no successful cases.

Since then, no more gods have appeared; they are high above, inviolable, and cannot be looked at directly. Thus, gradually, the act of slaughtering gods has become something impossible in the minds of the myriad clans, and even imagining it causes fear to rise in their hearts.

Because the power and terror of gods often exceed a cultivator's understanding, exceed the scope of their divine abilities, and are even beyond their cognition.

The two sides are not in the same dimension at all; in the eyes of the vast majority of cultivators, any god is impossible to slaughter, all-knowing and all-powerful; cultivators cannot understand them, and everything about them is mysterious and eerie.

And in the eyes of the gods, all living things are incomparably simple; they can see the past and future with a single glance, and even if this future is changing, this act of seeing through is itself a manifestation of their status.

Only those cultivators who have cultivated to the peak can possess a similar status and make the gods feel a bit of gravity.

It is just that such peak cultivators are too few, and gods include both those who became gods later in life and those who were gods from birth.

Therefore, when cultivators are still relying on techniques to form various trump cards, those winds, rains, thunders, lightnings, metals, woods, waters, and fires have no meaning to the gods.

A god's action, just like Zhang Siyun's right now, is simply raising a hand, and as if fortune-telling, he easily masters the fate of the crowd.

In the eyes of a god, there is no great difference between a cultivator and a mortal; a slight tap can change their fate—how can such power not make one feel despair?

And right now, whether it is the Mingnan Shizi, Princess Mingmei, the Captain, or Xu Qing, they have no memories of the past, and at this moment, they seem to not even recognize each other.

The only thing that exists is the continuous pain and torture in their respective memories.

Without beauty to serve as a contrast, the remaining pain, from a certain perspective, perhaps cannot be described with the word "pain"; that is inaccurate.

But the torture and the discomfort of life's instincts brought by these memories are endless, and language is already difficult to describe them, nor can anyone endure them.

For example, Xu Qing is currently immersed in that scene of his initial collapse; he wants to walk out, but all his memories are within this scene, becoming a cycle—the past is this, the future is this, and there is no way out.

And all of them are currently standing outside the Moon Palace gate on this Red Moon star, never having stepped inside from the beginning.

It is as if everything they wanted to do to slaughter the god was just a joke.

"Mortals slaughtering gods."

Inside the gate, on the Other Shore Flower in the Moon Light Sea, Zhang Siyun shook his head gently, his raised right thumb landing on the second joint of his ring finger, tapping lightly—a sound like a bottle shattering echoed in all directions, incomparably crisp!

"Fate Collapse!"

The voice echoed, words becoming law, falling into the heavens and earth.

The Captain's body shook, and cracks uncontrollably spread across his entire body; even though the blue light seeping from his body formed an icy seal, it still could not block this shattering, and his body also collapsed at this moment, becoming scattered flesh and blood that fell to the ground.

Xu Qing followed closely behind; amidst the waves and confusion brought by the second scene in the purple crystal, his world fell into eternal darkness, and everything ceased to exist.

It was exactly the same as the scene after Prince Ziqing's finger fell in the picture; then came Old Eight, his body roaring, the near-godly power brought by his seven emotions and six desires wiped away at this moment, his body unable to support itself and falling down.

Then came the Mingnan Shizi and Princess Mingmei; although they were at the Spirit-Containing Realm, their great worlds were also in wailing, the living beings within them sorrowful and withering, their own vitality also dimming.

Then came Old Nine, but he could still persist; at this moment, he slowly raised his head, his trembling right hand slowly gathering a sword—that was his final sword of life, also his strongest sword, the peak sword that the Ancient Spirit Emperor had seen before.

But the Ancient Spirit Emperor did not see that this final sword of Old Nine was not for slaughter, but for protecting the Heavenly Emperor.

And the Moon Palace gate in front of him was slowly closing; Zhang Siyun on the Other Shore Flower in the Moon Light Sea shook his head and closed his eyes; he had lost interest, as if he had turned into a statue, without joy or sorrow—everything was over.

Old Nine was silent; behind him was the Fifth Princess, who had also closed her eyes; her aged face had long since lost its color, turning gray-white, and the aura of death was thick upon her; if not for Old Nine's protection, she would have already fallen.

At this moment, she silently looked at her brother in front, then looked at the dying crowd around her, and closed her eyes.

Gradually, fluorescent light drifted out from her body, gathering in front, gradually forming a flower; the flower's core swayed, as if life were blooming, and the petals also unfolded continuously, revealing beauty.

The moment this flower appeared, the closing Moon Palace gate suddenly paused.

Zhang Siyun, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and looked at the flower outside the gate; it was also an Other Shore Flower, identical to the one under Zhang Siyun, but the color was white. It was blooming, while the Fifth Sister was withering; she was burning herself, just like the moment she was born, using her life to save her brother, just like her burning herself time and time again to save her brother.

In the ancient times, the other brothers and sisters were all young faces, but only she had been aged for a very, very long time, exuding an aura of twilight.

She knew this was her mission; she understood this was her meaning; she had once resented it, but in the end, she still chose to have no regrets.

As the flower bloomed and the fragrance spread, the Mingnan Shizi's shattered body visibly recovered; Princess Mingmei beside him was the same, as were Old Eight, the Captain, and Xu Qing.

Everyone revived at this moment; their bodies reformed, their auras erupted again, and their emotional fluctuations also stabilized.

The most peculiar thing was that the past memories that had collapsed under the divine art were also wiped of all pain and restored; this was not a reversal of time—under a god's divine art, unless one possesses the corresponding status, it is impossible to reverse time.

The Fifth Princess's Other Shore Flower was a blessing; just like a divine curse, divine blessings also exist in this world, but they are extremely rare.

This scene moved Zhang Siyun for the first time; he gazed at the Fifth Princess outside the gate and spoke softly.

"Li Zihua, good means; he sealed a god within your body in the future years."

"In the future, a god will exist within your body, and the irreversibility of a god is like cause and effect, so you will not die until the time point when the god is sealed."

"Thus, you can use a mortal body to unfold divine arts without limit, bear the curse yourself, give blessings to others, and deceive my true body."

"But although you won't die, you will age, and a body aged to the extreme will become an empty shell without consciousness. Interesting, which god's body is this being prepared for?" Zhang Siyun muttered, directly stating the Fifth Princess's secret.

As his voice echoed, outside the Moon Palace, the revived Mingnan Shizi and the others looked at the Fifth Sister in silence.

The Fifth Princess's aura was weak, her vicissitudes and aging even more severe, her whole person exuding an aura of death, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

But a smile appeared on her face, and she spoke in a hoarse voice, "This was the meaning of my existence from the start."

These words fell into the ears of the crowd and also into Xu Qing's consciousness; his body shook, and he slowly opened his eyes—everything before was like a nightmare. The Captain also opened his eyes at this moment, exhaling a long breath, his expression somewhat gloomy, carrying a rare ferocity; just now, at the critical moment of crisis, he had called upon the High God, but the other party had refused.

"Sooner or later, I'll kill this cheap god who doesn't scatter eagles until he sees a rabbit." The Captain felt ruthless in his heart, then raised his head to look at Zhang Siyun on the Moon Light Sea inside the gate, a cold glint appearing in his eyes. Also showing a cold glint...

... were the Mingnan Shizi and the others. As their gazes moved away from the Fifth Princess and looked at Zhang Siyun inside the gate, the Mingnan Shizi moved; his right hand raised, and a black nail rapidly formed in his hand—it was the Nail of the Sovereign.

The moment he took it out, he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood; in this blood appeared the shadow of a world, which merged into the nail—that was his great world, and he was using his own great world to bestow power upon this nail.

Princess Mingmei beside him, as well as Old Eight, also operated their cultivation bases to the extreme, each spitting out blood that landed on the nail; in an instant, the world shadows on this Nail of the Sovereign reached as many as four.

Its aura was so strong that it instantly surged to the heavens; the surface cracked, the black skin peeled off, revealing the white nail body inside. Beside them, Old Nine's gaze was sharp; he raised his hand and grabbed the nail, letting the nail pierce his palm, a large amount of blood merging into it; very soon, the fifth and sixth world shadows manifested on this nail.

Their appearance caused the last of the black skin on the nail to crack, revealing its pure white body; as if the seal had been broken, it displayed the true power of the Nail of the Sovereign, its aura like a rainbow.

The heavens and earth changed color, the Red Moon star shook, and a terrifying aura erupted within; Old Nine let out a low roar, his blood-stained right hand suddenly waving, thunder exploding, and as the void collapsed, this nail transformed into a beam of white light, heading straight for the Moon Palace gate.

"With the power of cognition, this nail will surely hit."

"With the method of time, go to the future, everything will be broken!"

"With the power of desire, human nature defies the god."

"With the path of slaughter, no blood, no return."

The Mingnan Shizi and the others spoke in low voices; the white nail traveled through time and space, instantly flying into the Moon Palace gate, stirring up a mountain-toppling and sea-draining momentum, whistling and separating the Moon Light Sea, forming a straight line.

The Moon Light Sea surged, the four directions collapsed, and this nail was unstoppable, like bamboo being split, heading straight for Zhang Siyun on the Other Shore Flower.