Chapter 636
The Sublimation of the Ultimate Path!
In February of the 3624th year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the Star Demon God's half-body, burning with the essence of stars, was like a flickering candle in a raging storm, desperately resisting the frenzied pursuit of the will of hell.
Each spatial jump is accompanied by the withering of star fragments; every step forward treads on the edge of one's own existence collapsing.
[And at this darkest moment, when the fate of the last embers of the Red Heart Society was at stake, the remaining true gods of the Red Heart Society, led by the God of War Agrelius, made their choice.]
These once staunch pillars of Xingyuan exchanged a silent glance.
Without any hesitation!
There will be no retreat!
Their figures, like moths drawn to a flame, resolutely broke away from the protective starlight painstakingly erected by the Star Demon God, and willingly faced the suffocating shadow of death.
[Boom! B ...
[The next instant!]
Deep within the Red Heart Society's final stronghold, a torrent of primordial energy—one, ten, a hundred—representing different ultimate rules and containing the lifelong cultivation and imprint of a true god, descended.
This force forcefully broke through the constraints of matter and energy, transforming into dazzling pillars of light that tore through dimensional walls, pouring into your body at a speed beyond the perception of time.
This immense power of rules, so vast it makes the stars tremble, is no longer a gentle nourishment, but rather a cataclysmic tide like the primordial tide of the universe, violently assaulting the core of the ultimate rules within you, the symbol of supreme possibility.
[Buzz—! ...
[The ultimate rules within you have suddenly awakened under the impact of this unprecedented torrent of rules, ignited by the self-sacrifice of dozens of true gods.]
An unprecedented transformation has begun!
The originally slowly developing, embryonic structure began to self-consistently and proliferate wildly under the catalysis of violent external forces.
The myriad branches of rules clinging to the main trunk of the ultimate path, like a cosmic forest parched by rain, greedily absorb this power of sacrifice from the same source.
The chains of fire became even more solid and blazing, burning fiercely around the will of the sacrificer.
The patterns on the ice, once blurred, have become crystal clear, reflecting the resolute determination of sacrifice.
The rules of thunder transformed into a roaring dragon, churning and exploding within the ocean of rules.
Spatial rules give rise to layers upon layers of dimensional bubbles.
One!
Ten questions!
[One Hundred Paths!]
A brand new and powerful aura of rules is being born and colliding within you like a supernova explosion, fusing together to form entirely new rules.
The number of rules embedded within the Extreme Path Rules is skyrocketing at an unbelievable rate!
[Two thousand seven hundred robust core rules resonated throughout the universe.]
Then, the remaining flawed rules began to appear in droves.
Two thousand eight hundred and two thousand eight hundred and fifty.
Two thousand nine hundred and thirty questions!
Two thousand nine hundred and ninety questions!
Ultimately, a system of rules, composed of nearly three thousand powerful rules perfectly interwoven, operating self-consistently, and radiating an aura approaching the very essence of the universe, is being reborn and reshaped!
An unprecedented sense of power, accompanied by soul-crushing pain, sweeps through your will.
This dramatic change made you instantly understand—understand the choice made by Agris and the others!
[I now understand that silent cry that is ingrained in the very essence of the rules!]
The Red Hearts Society of gods have burned themselves, embarking on a path of no return—a path of sacrifice.
At this moment, all you can do is show respect! Suppress the grief and rage that are ingrained in your blood and soul, and transform all your will into power to frantically absorb and refine it.
Take control of this immense power, gained at the cost of sacrifice!
You must push yourself to an unprecedented peak in the shortest amount of time!
In July of the Extraordinary Calendar 3666, the core of the Abyss's will, driven by endless greed, after a long period of dimensional probing and information piecing together, finally located the remote battlefield ravaged by the will of hell.
[The Star Demon God's figure, flickering like a candle in the wind yet still burning with the last of its star power, and the Hell's Will, with its relentless, ferocious stance like a shark that has smelled blood.]
This discovery instantly ignited the abyss's will, fueled by chaos and destruction.
【Star Demon God!】
That's a traitor from my abyss!
[A despicable thief who stole the authority of the Abyss!]
Even if it means being crushed to dust!
Even if it means being devoured and refined!
The one who carries out the execution can only be the abyss!
It can only be me!
His core logic is permeated by a strange, possessive rage.
What the will of the abyss found even more intolerable was the undisguised greed of the will of hell.
[That was clearly an attempt to devour and refine the Star Demon God, along with the stellar essence within its body forged from the power of the abyss.]
What's this all about?
[That filthy hyena of hell actually wants to indirectly bite off a piece of the abyss's primordial flesh through the Devouring Star Demon God?]
Rounding up or down—isn't that like gnawing away at the power of the abyss?
This is absolutely intolerable!!!
In that instant, the immense chaotic power of the Abyss's will ruthlessly tore through the dimensional barrier, joining the already shattered battlefield with a savage aura of annihilation.
In June of the 3741st year of the Extraordinary Calendar, the battlefield, comprised of the remnants of the Star Demon God, the forces of hellish pursuit, and the newly added chaotic projections of the Abyss, underwent a dramatic reversal.
The relentless pursuit of the Star Demon God by the Will of Hell, like a leech, instantly sensed the undisguised malice emanating from its flank.
The chaotic tentacles of the abyss are not only targeting the Star Demon God, but also, like venomous snakes, frequently attacking the very essence of the will of hell.
[His cold, calculating core was forced to operate at breakneck speed, no longer able to devote over 90% of its energy to annihilating the Star Demon God as before.]
He had to devote a large portion of his mind and strength to resisting, guarding against, and even retaliating against that equally greedy and hostile mad dog of the abyss.
The crimson demonic flames and the chaotic black tide clashed wildly in the void, each collision annihilating vast swathes of space.
[The will of the abyss perfectly embodies the principle of being a troublemaker: if it cannot have it, it will never let the hyena of hell get it.]
His attacks are like precise surgical scalpels, always striking at the crucial moment when Hell is about to launch a fatal blow against the Star Demon God, interfering with, intercepting, or even directly attacking Hell's weak points in defense.
[It's not for the sake of saviors or demons; it's purely to make Hell uncomfortable.]
Most importantly, why should hell take what's rightfully yours?
With both sides restraining each other, the Star Demon God was given a rare opportunity to catch his breath.
【finally!】
[He was able to recover a little and rest.] (End of Chapter)