Chapter 780
The Spirit Realm's Will Changes
In August of the Extraordinary Calendar 23665, at the core of the battlefield, a realm saturated with the flames of eternal war, Ye Lingtian was covered in blood, his bones groaning under the unbearable strain. Every inch of his skin cracked from the excessive draining of power, seeping out golden specks of divine light.
But he paid no heed, his eyes fixed only on the figure shrouded in a thick aura of death ahead.
[The Lord of Death!]
[This first transcendent being nurtured by the spirit realm was also in disarray at this moment. His black cloak was tattered, revealing a pale, waxy body covered with strange cracks.]
Those were wounds inflicted by Ye Lingtian's own combat rules, the very power of death symbolizing the end being shaken in the ultimate performance of the battle.
Ye Lingtian felt a sweet taste in his throat, suppressing the surging blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He knew the severity of his injuries; the decaying power of the Lord of Death's dying counterattack had already seeped into his very essence, relentlessly eroding his life force.
But the inextinguishable flame of war within him burned ever brighter, and a mysterious premonition resonated deep within his soul.
If he can completely annihilate this enemy, who represents the pinnacle of death in the spirit world, and bathe in the final aura emanating from its fall, his battle rules, which have reached their bottleneck, will surely break free of their shackles and step into a completely new level unlike anything he has ever experienced.
For this, he was willing to risk everything, willing to endure the devastating blow that nearly shattered his foundation.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Lingtian roared, and the boiling crimson-gold divine power around him, along with his incomparably tenacious life essence, ignited, transforming into a dazzling torrent of destruction.
[At its core lies the ultimate essence of his understanding of combat: absolute piercing, where victory is the only option.]
Wherever the light passed, space did not shatter, but was directly annihilated into the most basic energy dust, and the flow of time around it fell into complete chaos and stagnation.
This strike embodies everything he has—his will, his power, his rules, and even his future—aimed at completely erasing the Lord of Death from the realm of existence!
However, just as the sharp tip of that destructive torrent was about to touch the death sovereign's pale face, filled with horror and resentment, and even as the ultimate law it contained began to spontaneously collapse, a sudden change occurred.
A vast and immense will, so powerful it froze the entire secondary battlefield, descended with a cold, ancient rhythm of order.
That was not the aura of any individual life, but the world itself, the spiritual will that gave birth to the ruler of death.
He arrived so suddenly, so domineeringly, without any warning, as if the rules themselves had reached out a hand.
Suddenly, countless intricate and profound pale silver patterns lit up around the Lord of Death, forming an impenetrable barrier.
Ye Lingtian's life-or-death strike, imbued with his life's cultivation, only stirred up violent ripples before being forcibly deflected and dissipated, failing to even harm a single hair on the Death Sovereign's head.
[Immediately afterwards, the power of the spirit realm's will did not cease. As if brushing away dust, it released a repulsive force, fiercely sweeping towards Ye Lingtian, who was already at his last gasp and suffering Dao injuries.]
This power is extremely high-level, directly affecting the very essence of existence. If Ye Lingtian were struck, even if he didn't die, he would be banished to a desolate gap where even the concept of space and time is blurred, completely detached from this main battlefield.
At the critical moment, another force, equally vast but possessing entirely different characteristics, burst forth from the sky.
That was fiery, exuberant, carrying the sharpness to break free of all constraints and the unwavering will to protect one's companions.
[Ultimate Divine Power!]
The crimson-gold divine radiance arrived first, enveloping Ye Lingtian's battered body just before he was touched by the repulsive force. The supreme divine power, gentle yet resilient, not only neutralized the expulsive force of the spirit realm but also transformed into the purest source of life, stabilizing Ye Lingtian's rapidly deteriorating injuries and protecting his crumbling essence.
Two supreme forces, representing opposing paths, collided violently in this shattered void.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the silent annihilation and reshaping of rules. Rings of light, distorting reality, rapidly expanded from the point of impact, turning everything nearby into primordial chaotic particles.
[You, the founder of the Red Heart Society, and that cold, ancient will of the spirit world, separated by endless time and space and the barriers of rules, have once again completed a brief but intense confrontation.]
The gaze of the spirit realm's will pierced through layers of obstacles, landing on the core of your power. Its cold, emotionless voice echoed directly at the level of rules, conveying an unquestionable will.
The Lord of Death is the first transcendent being nurtured in the spirit world, bearing the key to the evolution of the rules of death.
They must not perish here.
Every word seemed to carry the weight of countless years accumulated in the spirit world; it was a declaration, but also a warning.
[The crimson-gold divine power surrounding you instantly boiled, like a cosmic fire ignited, your surging fighting spirit and rage stirring the void.]
Your response, too, reverberated through divine power, transforming into a clear roar of intent.
[Can the Lord of Death not die?]
【Then, under my Red Heart Society, those transcendent warriors who fought for their beliefs, for breaking free of their shackles, and ultimately fell on the path of conquest—can they simply die?】
The indifferent gaze of the Spirit Realm's will shifted slightly, sweeping over Ye Lingtian, who was protected by your supreme divine power, and then over the hellish will in the distance, besieged by the powerful members of the Crimson Heart Society.
[The will of hell was in a miserable state at this moment. Its massive body was nearly destroyed by the combined attack of the Red Heart Society's transcendent members. The orb of light symbolizing the origin of hell's authority was being forcibly peeled away and devoured bit by bit. The situation on the entire hell battlefield had completely tilted.]
The will of the spirit world seemed to have found some balance in this stark contrast, and it offered no further explanation or debate in response to your question.
In His logic, which follows absolute reason and the blueprint for the world's advancement, explanation is superfluous.
Now, the time may be ripe.
We cannot allow the Red Heart Society to continue fighting, and we cannot allow Hell to be weakened any further.
Otherwise, unforeseen circumstances may arise.
The next moment, an even more powerful and terrifying primordial force of the spirit realm began to gather and bloom in the sky.
That wasn't an attack targeting an individual, but rather a manifestation of the power of the world, a direct oppression of the rules, as if the entire phantom of the spirit realm was about to descend upon this place to carry out the most direct suppression.
The highest level of warfare has inevitably broken out again.
[You, the founder of the Red Heart Society, and the will of the spirit realm, representing the ancient world order, are separated by endless time and space, wielding rules and origins as weapons, in yet another breathtaking battle!] (End of Chapter)