Chapter 246: No Time to Waste on You (Requesting Monthly Votes! Requesting Subscription!)

"Descendants of the yellow skin system, this trial is merely to determine whether you have the strength to defend the legacy left by your ancestors. If you lack the power, to prevent this legacy from falling into the hands of other skin systems, you will all die here, until the next batch of yellow skin system descendants arrives..."

"Shatter the psychic light barrier of the First Angel, destroy it, and the Three Pure Lights enveloping the pavilion will vanish. Otherwise, if you attempt to force your way in now, when the seal activates, all life within ten thousand li will be reduced to nothing—except the First Angel's psychic light, which alone will endure..."

As Wu Xian stepped onto that pure white continent, a cold, genderless voice—similar to the Master God's—echoed in his mind.

Wu Xian listened only briefly, then ignored it entirely, for he knew it was all nonsense.

The so-called skin system conflict—anyone who had read even a fraction of the flawed history wouldn't believe it. As for the claim that destroying the First Angel was necessary to break the floating pavilion's seal, that too was debatable.

After all, Wu Xian clearly remembered that in the original story, Zheng Zha had shattered the First Angel with the Tiger Soul Blade, yet the floating pavilion still collapsed... though perhaps the First Angel hadn't been destroyed cleanly enough, causing its body to endlessly proliferate and swell, accidentally triggering the seal.

Thinking this, Wu Xian's mind tightened. He was now only several kilometers from the First Angel; his internal energy surged rapidly, ready to strike at any moment.

Simultaneously, the massive light sphere ahead—resembling the Master God—shuddered violently. A tearing roar erupted from its summit, and a colossal purple fist thrust out through the rupture, stretching straight upward.

A few seconds after the fist emerged from the sphere, it suddenly spread its fingers, gripping the tear and pulling outward with immense force.

The next instant, the Master God-like sphere shattered into fragments, revealing a giant humanoid figure over forty meters tall before Wu Xian's eyes.

The humanoid was entirely purple, its surface covered in a metallic, shell-like substance. At its chest, a brilliant crystal sphere glowed intensely—resembling an Eva Unit-01 with an Ultraman timer embedded in its chest.

As if sensing Wu Xian's arrival, the purple giant—or rather, the First Angel—emerging from the shattered light, suddenly flared its chest light violently.

At that exact moment, the air around Wu Xian, five hundred meters away, erupted in a series of violent explosions.

More astonishingly, the flames of the explosions were pure white, radiating silver-white energy waves that surged wildly outward, engulfing thousands of square meters.

Even Chu Xuan, floating on the distant plaza, felt a scorching heat wave strike his face. His eyes narrowed slightly behind his glasses, as if evaluating the attack's power—or using his Time Star-Gazer ability to glimpse future scenes.

"Stop!!"

A low command rang out, echoing through the pure white space.

Instantly, the Unit-01's body stiffened, bathed in a faint golden glow. The crystal sphere at its chest dimmed instantly, while a massive golden rune hovered above its head.

Hummm—hummm—hummm—

Suddenly, two crimson beams shot from within the white flames, crossing hundreds of meters to strike the First Angel's chest.

Heat Vision!

At the last instant, a wavelike energy layer surged across the First Angel's body, piercing through the golden glow and coalescing into a semi-transparent silver-white shield that effortlessly absorbed the Heat Vision's devastating impact—like a reef standing firm against crashing waves.

"AT Field... no, it should be called a psychic light barrier."

A calm voice spoke, and the Heat Vision vanished instantly.

On the other side, the white sea of fire split down the middle, revealing Wu Xian's unharmed figure.

He extended his bio-field, slowly floating out of the burning zone, his expression grim as he stared at the First Angel and the energy barrier before it, murmuring to himself.

Based on Zheng Zha's standard battle with the First Angel, the First Angel possessed at least fourth-tier-level destructive power and physical regeneration, with psychic light defense making it nearly impenetrable, and it was nearly immune to mental control and all forms of energy intrusion.

The swift failure of the immobilization technique just now was the best proof.

In short, except for lacking clear self-awareness, the First Angel was a true six-sided warrior. To defeat it, only two methods existed.

One: truly master psychic light, and use psychic light to defeat psychic light.

Two: apply physical destructive force exceeding the First Angel's absolute upper limit—like punching it into two tiny pancakes.

Coincidentally, Wu Xian could now accomplish both.

"No wonder they specifically needed me. Among all the Lunhuizhe in the Master God Space now, I'm likely the only one who meets both requirements."

Wu Xian glanced sideways at the replica Chu Xuan still standing on the floating plaza, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Boom——————!!!"

At that moment, the First Angel moved again.

It stomped its feet hard against the ground, channeling immense force directly into the earth.

The next instant, as if struck by a small missile, the ground within a radius of several hundred meters collapsed inward, forming a vast crater.

The First Angel used the terrifying recoil to leap five to six hundred meters into the air, raising both fists high, gathering silver-white energy waves, and slamming them down toward Wu Xian.

Seeing this, Wu Xian did not dodge or retreat. He raised his right hand, clenched his fingers into a fist, and struck forward.

Three fists of vastly different sizes collided midair. Pure white light swelled and burst forth—time seemed to freeze for an instant, then resumed flowing.

Immediately, a force capable of annihilating heaven and earth erupted from the point of impact, sweeping violently in all directions.

Boom——————!!!

Gales laced with staggering energy raged downward, scorching the pure white earth and instantly carving out terrifying spiderweb cracks.

The void trembled. Wu Xian's body swayed slightly, then stilled.

The forty-meter-tall First Angel, however, was blasted backward like a massive purple cannonball, carving a long trench across the ground.

As the First Angel hurtled toward the floating pavilion, wrapped in three streams of pure light, Wu Xian flashed ahead of it and kicked it back with a single foot.

Yet as the First Angel flew through midair, Wu Xian reappeared again, landing directly on the crystal sphere at its chest, and drove his fist downward—sending concentric ripples across the psychic light barrier.

Hummmmm————

Amid the strange hum, the crystal's surface glowed with familiar silver light—the prelude to the First Angel's explosive technique.

Wu Xian acted as if he saw nothing, muttering to himself.

"I must admit, you're a decent punching bag. If this were another time, I wouldn't mind playing with you here."

"But now... I have no patience to waste on you."

As he spoke, his own unique psychic light activated. Power from Wu Xian's counterparts in other worlds began to overlay onto this body.

In an instant, Wu Xian unleashed power several times beyond his own limit, violently breaching the psychic light barrier and striking the crystal sphere directly.

(End of Chapter)