Chapter 356

Inuyasha, with his ears drooping, suddenly raised his head in silence.

"You should have broken through, right? Don't you want to go back and launch the Hundred Demons Night Parade, follow your father's footsteps, and obtain the title of Great Yokai King?"

Miroku was somewhat surprised.

The past Inuyasha had been very sensitive about his half-yokai status and had always wanted to become a true yokai.

"That kind of thing doesn't matter anymore."

Inuyasha chattered.

He found it hard to speak his mind.

Should he say that now that he was more knowledgeable, the powerful father he once admired didn't seem like much now?

Should he say that he felt humans were much stronger than yokai, and being human wasn't bad?

Of course, part of it was also because of his journey with Miroku and Sango, which made him yearn for humanity.

*Cough cough. *

Why did he feel like a traitor to his kind?

Miroku looked at him with a strange smile and patted his shoulder.

"Fine, let's go out and reunite with Sango and Shippo first..."

Better to get out first.

He had a premonition that here, perhaps...

Zzzzz————!

Suddenly, the world before their eyes flickered as if the signal was bad.

"Wh... what's going on?"

Inuyasha's dog tail puffed up, and he looked around in panic.

He, who used to be reckless and fearless, now knew what awe was.

"The... the God Tomb is collapsing."

Miroku wasn't much better, scared like a mouse scurrying around before a great disaster.

It was more than just the God Tomb.

In people's field of vision, the God Tomb, covered in layers of primordial runes and of god-knows-what level, began to glitch like a TV with a bad signal.

In the flickering images, one could faintly see another layer of dimension.

In the desolate and profound void.

Wreckage of landmasses, broken stone pillars, and the corpses of gods floated in the empty silence.

Two majestic figures shattered the sky, annihilated the earth, and in the ultimate collision, wantonly released infinite divine might.

"That is..."

People's pupils contracted.

That mage and Holy Spirit, who were speculated to be the helmsmen of the present world.

Did they really pierce through the veils?

Someone had long ago analyzed that entering the God Tomb was equivalent to stepping into another world, and the Holy Spirit Courtyard was another layer, plus the world where the Holy Spirit Reincarnation Pool was located.

That was a three-layer world.

Needless to say, the Reincarnation Pool world; looking at the wreckage and broken divine corpses, it was dead through and through.

Now it seemed the Holy Spirit Courtyard world was gone too.

They saw quite a few traces that clearly belonged to the Holy Spirit Courtyard world...

My god, were they going to kill their way into the present world?

Billions of people felt a chill.

They didn't think for a second that the little broken ball beneath their feet would be tougher than the Holy Spirit's courtyard, a place for slaughtering gods.

On-site, off-site, Earthlings, otherworldly people, in the eyes of countless powerhouses and ordinary people.

That behind-the-scenes ruler of the present world, the existence named Luo Shu, was clearly in the upper hand, indifferently extending his slender, fair left hand.

"Astral Rotation!"

In the vast void behind him, brilliant stars appeared, constructing the Zodiac, and even the vast starry sky of reality emerged.

The light of the stars fell like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea, forming a brilliant long spear in his outstretched hand, which he threw.

Like a sword splitting heaven and earth, it sliced open the void itself.

It pierced through nineteen layers of the Holy Spirit's defenses in succession, arriving amidst a brilliant roar.

And so...

The sun appeared.

Extreme light even illuminated the void for a time, forming continuous star explosions, intersecting into an endless ocean of light.

Allowing the people of the present world to clearly see the majesty belonging to the supreme powerhouse.

Was it over?

Just as this thought arose in people's minds.

The sun!

Opened its wings.

Extremely brilliant wings covering the sky emerged from the "sun," stretching out in the void.

Immediately after.

A second, a third... the brilliant wings obscured all vision.

An ultimate lifeform of astronomical scale stood in the void.

It was like high-density light, a sacred lifeform constructed like the embodiment of holiness, a perfect construction of divinity.

Watching the ruler of the present world sigh softly, welcoming the challenge of the magnificent lifeform releasing its true body, until the image flickered and disappeared.

Many people trembled and praised.

"Is... is this its true form?"

It was hard to believe there was such a holy existence in the world.

The otherworldly powerhouses lost their voices, standing there like silly geese.

Having never experienced the overwhelming baptism of the Holy Spirit in the ultimate battlefield before, the current image exceeded their capacity.

A long time passed.

Only then did they tremble and groan, looking back at the Earth brothers, asking hesitantly and incredulously: "That... that is..."

"A Holy Spirit, no, it should be a Holy Spirit remnant."

The Earth brother took a trembling drag of his cigarette.

"... The one that might have metamorphosed in the Reincarnation Pool?"

"Yes."

Unsurprisingly.

The otherworldly powerhouses were petrified.

Very well.

They understood what they had missed.

They understood what the Reincarnation Pool concept was.

They even shed tears of blood in regret, pounding the ground powerlessly.

Damn.

What exactly did they miss?

Compared to the possibility of metamorphosing into such an existence, betting one's life was nothing.

Even now, they suddenly felt the probability of death in the Reincarnation Pool was too low, completely unworthy of such an outrageous opportunity, the possibility of becoming such a sacred lifeform.

206. Otherworldly powerhouses bewildered: I just cut in line, and you throw a Noble Phantasm at me?

"Go, go, don't be dazed, this is clearly the final battle."

Earthlings were indeed knowledgeable.

They quickly recovered, realizing the situation was bad; clearly, the God Tomb world couldn't hold on either and could be blown up at any time.

They could even clearly feel waves of vast power spreading from the end of the corridor. Every time it passed a door, it weakened once...

But even transmitted across the seemingly endless corridor, the terrifying storm blew the crowd into a state of swaying.