Chapter 850: Flying Wild Goose (I'm Back)

"The final moment has finally arrived."

Qian Jian and Haotian stood side by side in the Void, looking out into the distance.

Beneath their feet were two massive spherical worlds; one was a mixture of gold and green, while the other was primarily earthy yellow. They were roughly equal in volume, and sandwiched between the two spheres was an oblate, circular world, colored mainly in bright gold-white and interspersed with a myriad of colors. The three parts looked like two fists pressed together, with a thick, five-colored cotton pad cushioned in between.

The width of the middle world was far less than the two spheres, but upon closer inspection, because its length extended significantly on both sides, its volume seemed no less than the other two worlds. Yet, looking closely, it was not as complete as those two spheres; faint, glass-shattering-like cracks could be seen within it. Beyond the flat, elongated main body, countless small spheres orbited it. Each seemed independent, yet they maintained a relationship of orbiting the oblate world.

This was the world: the Renjie, the Tianmo Jie, and the Suiyu, which together formed the current world system. It had been stable for a hundred years, entangled to the point of almost becoming one. If someone who had only ever stayed in one world flew up to the sky and saw this form of the world, it would surely cause their worldview to collapse.

At this moment, those true big shots—the Sword Saints, the High Priests, and the secondary Sword Immortals and priests—had all flown into the Void, fully armed. They did not rely on the power of ships; they had flown up by their own ability.

Before these powerhouses, a massive five-colored ball of light could be seen from afar. It looked like another sun—not as dazzling as the sun, but far more ferocious and violent.

That was another world, charging and crashing over from hundreds of millions of miles away.

These powerhouses stood before their own two worlds, as if they were going to fight one last desperate battle for the world, acting like a mantis trying to stop a chariot with their tiny bodies and strength. But in fact, that was not the case; they were only here to bear witness and to provide protection.

They were powerhouses, but they were not prepared to fight.

Among them, the few Sword Saints in the front were extremely solemn; their nervousness could no longer be suppressed.

"It's almost at the critical value. According to the trajectory, there is still a slight deviation. They should make one final attitude adjustment and charge straight over with acceleration. If we don't act now, once they adjust their center, even if they ignore our world, it will be too late to change course; they will still crash into us." Xun Jian said to Qian Jian and the other Sword Saints with a serious expression. In truth, he didn't know how to calculate trajectories or anything of the sort; he was just saying what others had already calculated.

"Let's begin. Today is the day; today is a miracle!"

The moment the order was given, time suddenly changed.

The world in the middle of the two worlds suddenly broke off a small corner, and a Fragment detached from it.

That was the former residence of the Sovereign—Dayantian.

Dayantian was originally a semi-domain connected to the Suiyu. At this moment, it suddenly detached from the main body and rose. This action was realized logically by borrowing the power left behind by the Sovereign within the semi-domain, as if the Sovereign had known this day would come all along.

That semi-domain flew into the Void in an instant, blocking the very front of the entire world. Everyone had already seen the youth standing at the very front of the semi-domain. He was only one person, with one sword, his expression calm, like a child who had just awakened from a dream.

Most of the Tianmo High Priests showed expressions of "nervousness," "anticipation," and even "anxiety," while on the Human side, especially the Sword Saints who knew him, there was more or less some regret and reluctance. Of course, these were only the expressions of the Sword Saints; the Sword Immortals and Tianmo of the same level further back were mostly in a state of "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here?"

After all, most of them had forgotten the purpose of coming here entirely; today, they had simply been brought up by their respective powerhouses to bolster the momentum. Even now, seeing this youth, they still did not recall what they were supposed to do. The power of the Vanishing Sword had reached such a point.

Qian Jian's mood was also fluctuating. He wanted to say something, but thinking that he was about to speak grand, impassioned words, yet he was not the one going into battle—instead, he was watching a child go into battle from behind—it would only be laughable. Therefore, he just stared at Wei Zhangle and said, "Zhangle, do you have any regrets? If you regret it, you can make us all forget this matter; no one will hold you accountable."

Although he knew the other party could not possibly say he had regrets, High Priest Haotian still felt that Qian Jian was doing something unnecessary: isn't this just being full and having nothing to do? Does asking one more question make you look benevolent? What if he regrets it? Die together? If he really said he regretted it, let's see where you'd hide your face.

Fortunately, Wei Zhangle was not the hesitant type, nor was he the petty type. He just said calmly, "No regrets. I am already prepared."

Qian Jian said, "Good, you... I..." He thought for a moment and suddenly said, "I will remember you."

Wei Zhangle finally broke into a smile: "Thank you, Emperor." But in his heart, he thought: It doesn't matter if you don't remember. He said, "Please, all Emperors, stand behind me. Do not exceed the angle of the connection line between me and the two sides of the world."

Everyone stepped back, hiding under Wei Zhangle's wings. Wei Zhangle looked straight ahead and clearly saw that world.

"What is that?" Looking from a close distance, that world was completely different from the world here. It was not spherical at all, but funnel-shaped. It had a clear front and back; the back was pointed, like a wasp's tail, occasionally spraying jets of flame, while the front was wide and round, yet it was a hollow void, bottomless. Because of its shape, it made people feel that it was flying with consciousness and direction. And that was indeed the case. The hollow front also had clusters; there were no independent "Humans," but it was surrounded by large, massive five-colored objects. Those massive objects were like five-colored clouds, of all shapes. The only thing they had in common was that each massive object had small bubbles on it, hiding some soft tissues inside.

The massive objects were also communicating with each other, but most were quiet, truly as cold and silent as clouds. Only a few of them were probably different in personality, so they were exceptionally active.

"What is that thing?"

"Something has come up on that fruit; it's a living creature. Ah, it's a little bug. It seems very solemn. There are quite a few larger bugs surrounding it; many are more powerful than that little bug, but the little bug occupies the leading position. Hmm, strange, strange. Did you see it?"

"Didn't see it. I'm not like you, having specially strengthened my vision for object manipulation. How could I see clearly at such a distance? Except for you, no one else would be able to see it clearly."

"Sigh, you guys are really boring. It only takes a tiny bit of energy to strengthen vision, yet you are all unwilling."

"What is the meaning of vision? Isn't it enough to just use the sense of smell to find food and spiritual sense to avoid danger to oneself? No matter how little energy it is, waste is still waste."

"But without vision, you will miss many, many interesting things. For example, right now, there could clearly be something interesting happening, yet none of you can see what is happening over there."

"I am not interested in what bugs are doing; I am only interested in the feast three days from now. There are fewer and fewer worlds to capture now; the Void is full of hunters, not prey. In order to catch this prey sooner, we have given up many opportunities to feed along the way. I'm starving to death!"

"Eh, besides feeding and Growth, what other meaning does life have? Oh, feeding is also for the sake of Growth. Besides Growth, what other meaning do you have?"

"Then you tell me, besides Growth, what other meaning is there?"

"...... Even if there is no meaning, at least there is fun. Look at that little bug, holding a stick, the stick is lighting up, hey..."

"The final attitude adjustment is about to happen. You had better withdraw quickly and stay consistent with the Great Mother. Otherwise, when the Mother Nest changes its posture, it will crush you along with it!"

"Hey, I'm adjusting right now. Let's go together..."

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Wei Zhangle's sword lit up. It lit up inch by inch. Clearly, it was only a three-foot sword, and clearly, before, a single sword and a single flash of Sword Light were enough to shine for thousands of feet, flashing everywhere; yet at this moment, it seemed to be lighting up with great difficulty.

Wei Zhangle's expression was extremely solemn. When the sword lit up, he was already drenched in sweat, as if he would be exhausted in the next moment, but he persisted throughout, letting that Sword Light continue to shine.

And as he pushed the sword, the world seemed to become somewhat bright. It was not the brilliant brightness of the sun in the sky, but a layer of hazy, misty white light. One might even doubt whether that white light was a physical entity, but everyone felt they had seen the white light.

The white light was like snowflakes, first falling on the Fragments in the Void, then falling on those powerhouses, and then enveloping downwards. Starting from the Tianwaitian floating in the air, one by one, the small worlds like Pearls were draped in a layer of pale white, and then it reached the nearest Suiyu. The white light permeated through the cracks of the Suiyu, seeping into every corner. Looking from the outside, those five-colored colors were still there, just turned pale. It was as if someone had painted a layer of white gouache over an oil painting.

Immediately after, the white light continued to spread outwards, spreading to the two worlds on the outer edges. The speed at which the light spread was not slow. If it were just to shine on the world, that would be easy to do, but he wanted to cover the entire world. Whether it was the side facing the light or the side in the Shadow, all were to be enveloped and ruled by the light on his sword, without a single inch missed.

And all of this required Wei Zhangle alone to accomplish. He pushed with great effort, gritting his teeth and persisting. And those Sword Saints closest to him, although they were all peerless powerhouses and all far more powerful than Wei Zhangle, at this very moment, they were of no use at all.

In the white light, the expressions of the powerhouses became blank, as helpless as cubs. Even Qian Jian was the same; he had persisted the longest, but at a certain moment, he finally shed his consistent nervousness and perseverance, leaving only a daze.

A group of powerhouses, in the white light, turned into a group of fledglings, fledglings hiding under wings.

And Wei Zhangle stood at the very front of the white light, his head and body covered in snow-white. He was indeed clear-headed, calm, and as firm as a rock.

His sword decided the life and death of all living things in these two worlds; he was the Sovereign, the Savior!

Finally, the white light sprinkled over every inch of land, and both worlds became his kingdom.

"Sword Technique—Flying Wild Goose into the Dark Void!"

Hey, I'm back! Greetings to all you readers! The story isn't over yet, so please look forward to it.