Chapter 543: End

The law decree simulated by the prophet's avatar cannot truly make the lightning disappear; it merely weakens the lightning by countless folds so that it is no longer lethal.

Enduring the numbness and prickling in his body, he chants again: "Exile!"

An invisible force erupts ahead, tearing the void and pulling in the remnants left by Jie Ke Si, its destination unknown.

The bizarre creatures that sprouted from the black liquid let out a wild howl, bearing overt, unabashed malice and a rage that seeks to tear everything apart.

An ultra‑evil, ultra‑mad sensation spreads rapidly, causing the surroundings to crack instantly, tainting everything with madness; both living and dead things begin to mutate, becoming chaotic, becoming insane, turning against their own.

Distracted, the prophet's avatar, momentarily stunned, is suddenly grabbed by the collar of a flying golden‑haired, red‑eyed head, which pulls it out of the lightning storm and the area covered by the viscous black liquid.

The pitch‑black, sticky, aberrant liquid, sprouting all manner of bizarre forms, purposefully converges toward the direction where Ke Lai En stands.

After the prophet's avatar left the influence zone of Shen Nie Si E A, Leinite Tinikor's head loosened its mouth, became ethereal and transparent, and flew back into Mi Ou Ji Er Xi Ai Si's body.

In the next instant, the body became pitted and hollow; the incomplete Mi Ou Ji Er Xi Ai Si clasped its hands, half‑crouched, and drove the massive scissors it held into the ground.

The ash‑gray scissors bore strange patterns that lit up in patches of golden‑red light, like a twilight sunset—bright yet not glaring.

A dusk‑like orange‑red hue instantly spread around, shattering in an instant into countless tiny specks, innumerable, forming a raging, razor‑sharp light storm that swept outward with a force to annihilate everything.

The pale skull heads that grew from the black aberrant liquid, with visibly veined eyes and fang‑tipped tongues, were gradually pulverized and melted away within the twilight light storm.

All tangible and intangible things around were sliced by the sharp storm; under this twilight glow, everything inevitably edged toward decay and rot, and the ultra‑evil, ultra‑mad aura was temporarily suppressed.

In the sky, dark clouds surged rapidly, constantly coalescing and splitting, sprouting brows, eyes, and a mouth, resembling an angry human face.

Silver‑white lightning darted through the clouds, flashing blinding glints from the mouth and eyes.

Moments later, thick strands of silver‑white lightning, bearing a palpable aura of destruction, rained down like a storm, engulfing the massive arm whose surface was black, sticky, and seemed to ooze aberrant liquid; it also drowned the spreading viscous black liquid and the twilight storm below, which reeked of decay and rot.

Hai Wang Yaen Kaoteiman seemed to have received some enhancement; his attacks now far exceed the strength a Tier‑3 saint should possess.

At the heart of the silver‑white Thunder Forest, Si E A's arm that reached out through the spirit realm was tightly bound by silver‑white electric rays, destroying it inch by inch.

On the ground below, the twilight light storm was likewise gradually shattered by the incessant silver‑white lightning.

The prophet's avatar raised his hand to rub his eyes, which had gone slightly sour from the electric light, and after steadying his breath, he simulated the ability of a "Notary."

Specks of brass‑colored glimmer gathered before him, drifted, and finally coalesced into a seal‑like projection; at the same time, his voice solemn and grave, he began:

"Notarization: Valid!"

Having been "notarized," the twilight storm, though still being chipped away by silver‑white lightning, received a brief boost; the orange‑red light blades grew denser and more ferocious, barely withstanding the lightning storm's assault.

Having finished, the prophet's avatar looked upward, his gaze seeming to pierce the dense rain of lightning falling from the sky, seeing the arm trapped at the center.

After a brief silence, he murmured softly:

"Shen Nie Si E A has arrived."

The moment his words ended, the massive cage of countless silver‑white lightning formed in midair entered a strange state, losing lightning's usual properties, becoming sluggish and heavy.

Then the lightning was torn apart from within, countless silver‑white electric rays darted chaotically, bearing destruction and madness, falling toward the ground.

Halfway through the process, those errant lightning bolts, as if drawn by a strange attraction, abruptly changed direction, surging into the heavy clouds above.

Below the dense clouds, Hai Wang Yaen Kaoteiman, clad in a loose storm‑cleric robe, bearing a stern, angry expression, was lifted by the gale; in his right hand he wielded a straight sword surrounded by countless silver‑white fine rays, exuding mystery.

His aura became especially lofty and grand; howling winds and lightning spontaneously swirled around him, as if clustering in worship of their king!

Those lightning bolts surging toward the clouds spontaneously converged, forming dozens of massive spherical lightning around him, whirling rapidly.

Directly ahead of him, where silver‑white lightning had once shrouded, a gigantic aberrant doll appeared.

Its eyes were blood‑red, its body etched with countless mysterious patterns, entwined with many aberrant vines, and its skin lacked the sheen humans possess.

Its blood‑red gaze swept past Hai Wang Yaen Kaoteiman, scanning the ground.

Beside the prophet's avatar, Leinite Tinikor had emerged from Mi Ou Ji Er Xi Ai Si's body, each of her hands holding an identical golden‑haired, red‑eyed head.

Now, each of her heads stared with an unusually solemn expression toward the Shen Nie Si E A that had appeared in midair.

The prophet's avatar pressed his palm toward her, signaling not to get agitated, then turned his head to a spot in the air and said evenly:

"You've been watching from the side for so long; you should probably step out now, right?"

In another direction he glanced, a radiance composed of pure knowledge surged from the void, reshaping into a woman clad in a classic wizard's robe.

She had brown‑hazel eyes, very thick hair that fell loosely, a bit disheveled, and eyes that shone brightly.

She calmly met the gazes of the Shen Nie Si E A and Hai Wang Yaen Kaoteiman, a subtle tension lingering in the air.

Shen Nie Si E A was the first to raise a hand, plunging both hands directly into the void; the surrounding space instantly boiled, coating everything with viscous black liquid that spread outward, eroding all around and disrupting the overlap of reality and the spirit realm.

Boom! Boom! Hai Wang Yaen Kaoteiman thrust his silver‑white straight sword forward; the spherical lightning surrounding him rapidly expanded forward, while countless lightning bolts fell continuously within the heavy clouds, forming a vast river of pure silver‑white electric light that surged toward the aberrant viscous black liquid created by Si E A.

Simultaneously, star after star materialized in the sky, dense and dazzling; behind each star seemed a cold, indifferent eye watching everything. These stars cast ray after ray of brilliance, converging into a grand Light Giant Pillar that enveloped the surrounding area, dissolving the silver‑white electric light and the aberrant viscous black liquid, which then collapsed and dispersed.

The prophet's avatar turned his expressionless face toward Ge Lan Pa Er Si, bathed in starlight.

The latter gave a flat look and said in an equally neutral tone, "I didn't arrive much earlier than this Shen Nie."

Then she casually tossed the object she held onto the ground.

It was a neatly cut left hand palm, plus a palm‑sized doll of a dark, wood‑like yet flesh‑like hue, its body covered in bizarre patterns, its mouth studded with rust‑stained nails.

These were the remnants left by the Rose Sect saint Jie Ke Si; the prophet's avatar had decisively chosen "Exile" for these items, betting that Ge Lan, who had received his letter, was already rushing over.

One of the heads Leinite Tinikor was holding suddenly flew out, gaping wide, and swallowed the neatly cut left hand palm in one bite.

The strange doll was caught by the prophet's avatar's outstretched hand; he didn't examine it closely, simply placing it into an outer pocket.

Leinite Tinikor glanced at the prophet's avatar, who had casually stored the doll, and the four heads spoke one after another:

"It is." "Silent disciple." "of." "characteristic."

"Carrying." "Will." "Be tainted." "by curse."

The prophet's avatar lightly nodded and explained, "I have nothing on me that can seal it."

Then he turned his gaze toward Ke Lai En beside him, asking with mild curiosity:

"Do you have any item on you that bears the aura of the True Creator or other beings? If you can shake it up, cause a stir, we might have a chance to leave unnoticed."

"Yes." After a brief thought, Ke Lai En nodded lightly, pulling a square iron box from his pocket; inside was a copper whistle.

He hurled the copper whistle forcefully into the dazzling Light Giant Pillar formed by converging starlight; it dissolved and shattered piece by piece, releasing a yellow‑green, slightly rotten scent that instantly spread unbound.

Between the starlight, the lightning, and the black, aberrant liquid, another darkness appeared—a dead silence, a darkness exuding a rotting smell.

Within that darkness, incoherent muttering and gasping rose and fell, high and low, near and far; between the silvery lightning and the pure, clear starlight, occasional white feathers stained with faint yellow oil swirled down.

The prophet's avatar, who had been looking up, suddenly lowered its head; its gaze fell on its exposed arm, where tiny pale white hairs sprouted from the pores.

It gently rubbed its fingers, producing specks of brilliant golden light that enveloped the surroundings, purifying the death and aberrant power on its body.

In midair, a shapeless mist filled the area, interspersed with many white feathers bearing faint yellow stains; it resembled a manifestation of death itself, recklessly unleashing power, contaminating everything around, venting the force of death.

The dazzling light scattered by the stars quickly dimmed, and on the deep‑blue stars that seemed to hide countless eyes, tiny pale white hairs sprouted.

In the blink of an eye those hairs grew into white feathers, their surfaces seemingly soaked with faint yellow oil.

They caused the radiant deep‑blue stars to swiftly march toward decay and death, dimming little by little.

The prophet's avatar looked up at the increasingly solemn Ge Lan floating in the air, raised a hand to create a "door", and passed the now dimmed metal cube through it.

The metal cube, once it landed in her hand, began to rotate spontaneously; the patterns on its six faces quickly unified, the golden metal surface turned bright white in an instant, and from within burst forth streams of pure, clear, scorching light.

The light radiated outward in concentric circles, illuminating every corner, igniting the white feathers stained with faint yellow oil, and scorching them away in an instant.

The mist, seemingly a manifestation of death, appeared to strongly repel the aura of the Sun Domain; it swiftly shifted position, barging into the black, sticky aberrant liquid created by the Demon Si E A, causing the various grotesque entities that had sprouted there to begin decaying, racing toward death at full speed.

Standing quietly in place, Renette Tinicol, who was carrying four heads, suddenly spoke:

"Can…""Leave""Now"

Craine opened his mouth, about to ask something, when the head that Renette Tinicol had been holding—previously silent—suddenly lunged forward, clamped hard onto his collar, and dragged him into the Spirit Realm, whisking him away.

The Demon Si E A, locked in a brief stalemate in midair, sensed something; it withdrew the hand it had thrust into the void, and its figure quickly became transparent.

In the next instant, specks of brilliant starlight fell around it, and its figure solidified again.

Si E A's attempt to enter the Spirit Realm to chase Renette Tinicol was abruptly halted; specks of starlight swirled around it, drifting, tracing strange symbols that severed the link between the Spirit Realm and reality.

Those strange symbols dimmed instantly, beginning to ooze black, sticky aberrant liquid that disintegrated bit by bit.

Boom! Boom! In the sky, heavy clouds pressed down, countless silvery‑white lightning crackled, trying to envelop everyone present.

Surrounded by dazzling starlight, Ge Lan spread her hands forward, the hazy starlight radiating outward in concentric circles centered on her.

In the soundless instant, the surrounding things peeled away piece by piece, even colors evaporated and vanished in a flash.

The silvery lightning, after striking the hazy starlight, fragmented layer by layer, leaving only scattered, erratic currents that flickered occasionally.

The state lasted only a few seconds; Ge Lan's figure in midair flickered briefly, then appeared beside the prophet's avatar.

In the surrounding void, a cold, indifferent eye instantly emerged, flickering with tiny, hazy starlight, gradually partitioning the nearby space and swapping it with some location in the Spirit Realm.

Missing a chapter; today's solo update, the draft ran out, no time to code, will make up the next two days!! (Chapter end)