Chapter 1840: The Completion of Desolate (5)
Chapter 1840: The Completion of Desolate (5)
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Desolate’s withered, near-collapsing visage—Its eternally shut eyes that seemed locked in endless slumber—suddenly snapped open!
One pupil burned with endless karmic flames, a searing crimson like molten abyss!
The other pupil was an absolute void that devoured all light, capable of annihilating even nothingness itself!
At the same time, a voice layered with countless echoes—so cold it froze the will of time and space—exploded in the senses of all Venerable Gods like the final wails of dying stars:
"You... have finally come."
The moment this voice rang out, an unprecedented anomaly erupted!
Not from Desolate’s counterattack, but from Zi Qing—who had been locked in struggle with It, eroding Its flesh all this time!
It seemed this was the moment he had been waiting for!
Just as the four Venerable Gods fully manifested Their will, greedily plundering the essence of Desolate and binding Themselves deeply to Its body...
Zi Qing unleashed the Bizarre Realm in its entirety!
The ominous mist born from the Bizarre Realm swelled billions of times over in an instant!
No longer ethereal, it became as thick as putrid blood aged for eons, flooding the firmament faster than thought itself!
The devouring began!
The behemoth’s head was the first to be engulfed. The filthy mist wrapped around It, and the flesh formed of stars and dimensional planes let out piercing sizzling sounds—
Dissolving! Collapsing!
The stars composing Its form dimmed and burst one after another, spewing foul ichor greedily absorbed by the mist!
The black pagoda fared no better. The wailing shrines covering Its body froze the instant the mist touched them, Their twisted faces instantly overgrown with mold-like corruption.
The tower’s soul-siphoning moans turned into fragmented, terrified shrieks!
Even Its indestructible bronze foundation began to melt!
The Mother River suffered the same fate.
The grotesque faces of suffering within Its waters screamed silently as the river boiled violently, forcibly devoured by the mist!
Most bizarre was the paper figurine.
All Its avatars crumbled at this moment, scattering across the land.
Its rainbow-hued true form flickered wildly within the filthy mist, Its colors rapidly draining away!
Overwhelming crisis forced It to retreat, attempting to twist fate and flee—
But the invisible threads connecting it to Desolate’s fate nodes became deadly shackles!
The mist surged backward along these threads, madly corrupting Its essence.
Its body convulsed and curled mid-air, colors bleeding away until It resembled wastepaper soaked in filthy water!
"Nutrients... more... nutrients..."
A low voice, carrying the greedy will of billions of insects grinding Their carapaces together, echoed in the minds of the four Venerable Gods!
The predators had become prey in an instant!
Escape!
The behemoth roared with boundless terror, thrashing desperately to free Itself from dissolution as shattered stars rained from Its body!
The black pagoda trembled violently, erupting with unprecedented deathly light to repel the corrupting filth!
The Mother River churned, Its massive face of agony distorting as Its dark golden waters recoiled like a living thing, trying to sever ties with the mist!
The rainbow paper figurine acted most decisively—instantly severing all threads connecting It to Desolate’s fate nodes!
It transformed into a tattered gray shadow, fleeing recklessly into the starry void!
But it was too late!
Desolate’s face—Its withered, mountain-range-like black hair—now writhed soundlessly amidst the churning mist!
It grew wildly, ignoring spatial limitations, lashing toward the four Venerable Gods!
In an instant—They were ensnared!
The behemoth’s massive form was bound tightly, hair-thin strands piercing Its flesh with disgusting slurping sounds!
The black pagoda was wrapped in a dense web of hair, Its shrines impaled as the soul-siphoning power was forcibly reversed!
The Mother River’s polluted waters were infiltrated, the agonized faces within drained of divine essence!
Even the fleeing paper figurine shadow was yanked back brutally by the hair!
All four Venerable Gods were dragged into the mist!
Their figures vanished, replaced by screams too horrifying to describe—rising and falling within the churning filth before being drowned out by something even more chilling:
Crack... crunch... gulp...
The sound of divine bones being crushed!
The muffled tearing of divine flesh!
The wet, gluttonous chewing of devoured divine essence!
These sounds persisted briefly in the mist...
Then gradually faded...
Until finally—
Silence.
Only the mist itself remained, writhing with silent satisfaction across the shattered firmament.
Xu Qing watched all this, his gaze profound.
He didn’t believe the Venerable Gods had truly fallen.
Venerable Gods were still Venerable Gods. Even with Their true forms present, Xu Qing was certain They must have contingencies!
"However... even with backup plans, They’ve paid an unprecedented price this time. Whether They can maintain Their Venerable God status... remains to be seen."
Narrowing his eyes, Xu Qing shifted his gaze from the filthy mist to his palm—
Where a single piece of paper lay.
One fragment from the countless paper figurines that had crumbled earlier.